Gateway of Immortality

"So he finally arrived."

Qin Sang slowly exhaled.

The timing was two days later than Du Xian had estimated, likely delayed by some unexpected matter.

Du Han was riding a golden leaf-shaped flying artifact, accompanied by the disciple sent to fetch him. Their pace was slightly slowed by the extra person, but still remained swift.

"Reporting to Master, Senior Brother has already replied. They are currently stationed at Five-Insect Sect. Everything is normal in the Bear Mountain region. That Golden Core cultivator has yet to return."

Du Han sat cross-legged atop the golden leaf artifact. The disciple stood respectfully behind him, holding a Sound Transmission Talisman and speaking softly.

Naturally, the Sound Transmission Talisman had been sent by Du Xian under Qin Sang’s control.

Du Han gave a slight nod and looked into the distance toward Five-Insect Sect. His brows furrowed in dissatisfaction. "Why so careless? Why are they still lingering at Five-Insect Sect? Are they hoping that the Golden Core cultivator will come looking for them?"

The disciple raised his head slightly, paused for a moment, then spoke softly in defense of Du Xian. "Master, please rest assured. Senior Brother surely considered everything carefully. He may have calculated your imminent arrival and went to the Five-Insect Sect specifically to greet you. That Golden Core cultivator formed his core less than a year ago. According to the sect leader of Five-Insect Sect, his life-bound insect gu seemed to have had problems. He likely left to search for a new insect to refine, so the chances of him returning soon are low. Once Senior Brother Jiu Shan and the others recovered from their injuries, they relied on the sect’s protective array. Even if that person returned suddenly, they should be able to hold out for a while."

Du Han snorted coldly. "You lot have grown too comfortable cultivating within the sect. You've lost your vigilance. Anyone who dares underestimate a cultivator whose cultivation is an entire major stage higher will never meet a good end. Once this matter is settled, all of you are to go out and temper yourselves. I don’t want you becoming frogs at the bottom of a well.[1]"

The disciple dared not argue and lowered his head in silence.

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As they spoke, the golden leaf cut through the air in an arc, speeding toward Five-Insect Sect.