Chapter 1089: The Battle Of Golden Tang (I)
"Golden Tang Gate!"
An Siwei’s expression changed sharply. Li Minggong hesitated briefly, then retrieved another jade pendant and crushed it, signaling the Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators in the territory to retreat to Floating South’s main peak for safety.
She ordered, “Just withdraw the people and defend from within the formation. The harvest in Floating South’s territory has already been collected; losing a few years’ worth is no big deal. Situ Mo has backing; he knows better than to touch the spirit vein.”
Li Zhouwei had in fact already discussed matters regarding the Golden Tang Gate with Li Minggong and Li Chenghui, so this development was not entirely unexpected.
The Golden Tang Gate had declined from its former glory as the foremost gate of Xu State since the death of Situ Tang. It had once boasted three Purple Mansion Realm cultivators. When the Li Family achieved the Dao, they had heard of the Golden Tang Gate’s young master’s reputation, but by then the gate was a mere shell of its former self, rotting away day by day.
After the Lixia disaster passed and Chi Wei died, the gate’s only remaining Purple Mansion Realm cultivator, Situ Huo, offended Xiao Chuting, who had achieved the Dao through the Life Divine Ability. As a result, he dared not even return to Jiangnan or Jiangbei. The Golden Tang Gate became nothing more than a stage for the struggle between the Azure Pond Sect and the Golden Feather Sect. Later, it had been battered by the conflict between the northern and southern factions. To put it bluntly, the current Golden Tang Gate could not even compare to Profound Peak Gate.
There were only a handful of guest cultivators, who were hardly worth mentioning. The gate had merely two newly advanced Foundation Establishment Realm disciples. Only Situ Ku and Situ Biao were worth noting, and the former had already been captured by Li Zhouwei, leaving even the gate’s seats in council half empty. The only one truly worth fearing was the gate master, Situ Mo.
As Li Minggong led her people back, she said quietly, “Situ Mo is a cultivator from the same generation as my grandaunt. He is exceedingly suspicious and treacherous. Years ago, when a senior of ours visited Golden Sack Island of the Golden Tang Gate with a bow and slew Ewu, he was so terrified that he didn’t dare leave the island for over twenty years. It was only after confirming that the senior was no longer in the Eastern Sea that he fled back to Golden Tang Gate in panic.
“He did not dare take a single step beyond the gate until that senior fell. Only then did news of him surface again. If he has crossed the mountains now, it seems he does possess some measure of courage.”
At the mention of that name, An Zheyan, who stood nearby, showed a look of reminiscence. After swallowing a pill, he said, “I once discussed this man with Elder Xuanxuan. His uncle is Ji Dengqi, a remarkable figure in his own right.”