Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 407: Decades of Patience!

Without lingering, Elder Hue rose, his steps steady yet swift. As he exited the grand hall, a gust of cool wind swept past, stirring the edges of his robes like ghostly hands. He exhaled slowly, the weight in his heart heavier than before.

There are too many unknowns surrounding this wedding... he mused. And Mi Ling herself—she is no ordinary figure.

Yet, none of that was his concern.

His task was merely to deliver the invitations

…and that task was now complete.

Inside the hall, Mi Ling lowered her gaze, glancing at the jade scroll in her hand. A sneer tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Courting death," she murmured.

Of all people, Liang had chosen to invite her?

She lightly tapped the scroll against her fingertips, a faint glint flashing through her star-like eyes.

"I worked so hard to keep his whereabouts hidden from that old thing," she said coldly. "Yet here he is—delivering himself on a silver platter."

Mi Ling shook her head, amusement and disdain mingling in her expression.

Outwardly, she had appeared to accept Ji Fang's commission seriously—diligently seeking Liang's traces across the domains.

But in truth, she hadn't lifted a finger. Quite the opposite—she had been subtly erasing Liang's information from Ji Fang's grasp.

Some might find her actions puzzling, but it wasn't difficult to understand if one looked deeper.

Her current relationship with Ji Fang was based purely on mutual benefit.

As long as he believed he needed her to find Liang, their partnership would remain firm and favorable to her.

But if Ji Fang managed to locate Liang on his own—and, worse yet, seize the treasure Liang possessed—who could predict his next move?

It was already difficult to divine the motives of a Realm Lord...

And if Ji Fang added such a treasure to his arsenal, who knew what havoc he might unleash?

Thus, Mi Ling had quietly, carefully kept a watchful eye on Liang's movements.

The news of the wedding had not surprised her.

In fact, it was the exposure that she hadn't anticipated.

Liang was never the type to reveal himself so openly, she thought, her fingers caressing the jade scroll thoughtfully.

He prefers to move in the shadows, striking when least expected.

This grand event was uncharacteristic—but not without reason.

"Well..." Mi Ling's smile deepened, mysterious and laced with a touch of interest.

"It's understandable. He has ambitions."

In the turbulent times ahead, Liang surely realized that acting alone would no longer suffice.

He needed to emerge from the shadows—

To forge connections.

To build alliances.

As the saying went:

The more reputable a man becomes, the deeper the roots of his network.

And Liang, it seemed, was preparing his own web.

"His abilities have indeed improved," Mi Ling murmured, her tone half-approving, half-sardonic. "He hasn't disappointed me... I only hope he endures long enough—"

Her smile turned faintly predatory.

"—for me to reap the harvest."

Suddenly, Mi Ling's expression turned indifferent as her gaze shifted toward the hall doors.

Someone was approaching.

Sure enough, a figure clad in black robes appeared, his aura cold and oppressive, distorting the air around him with unseen pressure.

"Senior Ji," Mi Ling said, rising gracefully to her feet and offering a slight bow.

Ji Fang waved his hand dismissively. "There's no need for such formalities."

Without ceremony, he took a seat opposite her, his piercing gaze locking onto her face.

"So, what matter was so urgent that you interrupted my seclusion?"

Mi Ling inwardly scoffed, though her face remained as calm and serene as still water.

"The person you have been seeking," she said lightly, "has finally decided to reveal himself."

With a casual flick of her slender finger, a jade invitation floated from her sleeve, spinning lazily through the air before coming to rest between them, glowing faintly under the hall's muted light.

Ji Fang's gaze sharpened the moment he saw the jade scroll.

A subtle fluctuation of spiritual pressure rippled through the hall, but Mi Ling remained unmoved.

He reached out slowly, almost lazily, and the jade scroll floated obediently into his palm.

A brief silence fell as he swept his divine sense over it.

Moments later, a low chuckle escaped him—a sound neither warm nor cold.

"A wedding?" he said, almost in disbelief. His fingers tightened slightly around the scroll.

"So the little mouse dares to come into the light after all." His eyes flickered with an unreadable light.

Mi Ling smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor offering further explanation.

Ji Fang leaned back, tapping the jade scroll against his knuckles, lost in thought.

After a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is your doing, isn't it? How did you make him invite you?"

Ji Fang's voice was low and cold, the faintest trace of suspicion flickering in his dark eyes.

Mi Ling simply tilted her head, her lips curving into a serene, unreadable smile. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Senior Ji need not trouble himself over the details," she said smoothly. "What matters is that the invitation allows only one escort—and that escort can be you. Isn't that enough?"

Her voice was smooth as flowing water, yet every word seemed carefully measured.

Ji Fang studied her in silence for a long moment, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.

Then, with a low grunt, he looked away, choosing not to press the matter further.

After all, he knew better than anyone:

If Mi Ling chose not to answer, even he—at his level—would pay a heavy price trying to force it from her.

He tucked the jade scroll into his sleeve with a cold flick of his fingers.

Mi Ling, watching his every movement with faint amusement, continued, her tone as calm as ever.

"I wouldn't be too optimistic about taking action during the wedding itself."

Ji Fang's expression darkened instantly. "And why not?"

Mi Ling glanced at him, her gaze strangely soft, almost pitying.

"You couldn't possibly be thinking of attacking under the watchful eyes of the Dong Clan's old patriarch... and the Lord of the Divine Spirit Palace?"

Ji Fang's brows knit together.

Even for someone like him, acting recklessly under such conditions would be courting death.

Those two figures were not people he could afford to provoke lightly, not until the right moment.

"Then what would you suggest?"

Mi Ling chuckled lightly, "Patience, Senior. This wedding is merely the opening act. If Liang truly intends to rise into the light... he will reveal far more than just his face."

She rose from her seat gracefully, her sleeves fluttering like water.

"And when he does... that will be the proper time to strike."

Without waiting for his response, she turned to leave, her figure fading into the hall's shadows like a wisp of smoke.

Ji Fang sat in silence for a long moment after her departure, staring at the jade scroll in his hand.

The cold gleam in his eyes deepened.

Patience?

He had waited decades already.

But if Liang was finally stepping into the open…

then it was only a matter of time before everything came to a head.

Meanwhile, in a distant wing of the headquarters, Mi Ling stood silently before a long crystalline window, overlooking the endless expanse of the Heaven Fortune Domain.

The sky outside was a sea of stars, yet her reflection in the glass was darker than the void itself.

A soft knock sounded behind her.

Without turning, she spoke.

"Come."

A shadow entered, kneeling respectfully.

"Young Miss, all the arrangements have been made. Should we proceed as planned?"

Mi Ling tapped a slender finger against her sleeve, her gaze still fixed on the horizon.

"Not yet," she said softly. "The players are not all in place."

She smiled faintly, an enigmatic expression dancing across her flawless features.

"Inform that mole from the Nether Sovereign Palace.....Discreetly. Let them know... there may be an opportunity soon."

The kneeling figure hesitated for a breath before nodding.

"As you command."

The shadow withdrew silently, vanishing like mist.

Left alone once more, Mi Ling closed her eyes.