Immortal of the Nine Realms-Chapter 1523: Ive Missed You So Much, Brother!

Duan Lingxiao had initially thought that the sixth prince's arrival would lead to a harsh punishment for Fang Xiaotian and this mysterious immortal. He never expected the prince's first words to be a reprimand directed at his own father. A dire sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

"You don't understand? Then there is no need for you to understand. Take your brat and get out," said the sixth prince indifferently.

The prominent figures who had been discussing the Dao in the gazebo earlier looked at each other, their gazes toward Huang Wuji becoming significantly more cautious.

The middle-aged man, unwilling to lose face, couldn't help but speak out. "Sixth Prince, it wasn't my son who started the trouble this time. It was clearly him..."

The sixth prince snubbed the man and instead greeted the Fang siblings with a warm, amiable demeanor. "Xiaotian, Xiaohua, you two weren't frightened, were you?"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Duan Lingxiao was in disbelief.

Could it be... That these two had already caught the sixth prince's eye? Is that why his attitude is so bizarre today?

"No... we're fine..." replied Fang Xiaotian with uncertainty.

He had never even met the man before, so why was he treating them so warmly?

The sixth prince said to Sheng Wu, "Little Wu, if you like Xiaotian, we elders support it. As long as Xiaotian gives the nod, we can start preparing for the wedding ceremony immediately."

Sheng Wu was stunned. She had assumed her family would oppose her and Fang Xiaotian being together. She never expected such a supportive stance.

The crowd was stunned by this strange turn of events. The sixth prince's stance was crystal clear.

Many began to look at the middle-aged man and Duan Lingxiao with a hint of pity. The middle-aged man stood in a daze, his mind still a muddle, unable to grasp the underlying reasons.

Only Huang Wuji knew the cause. He looked at the sixth prince with a faint, knowing smile. Only then did the sixth prince turn to Huang Wuji, cupping his fist. "Daoist Huang, we finally met in person."

"Previously, I feared a sudden visit might disturb you all, so I never dared to pay a call at your residence."

At this moment, the fifth-transformation white-robed leader also smiled and said, "Exactly."

The white-robed subordinates and the middle-aged man were visibly startled by this revelation.

Both of these figures were of extraordinary status. One was the sixth prince, and the other was the leader of the white-robed cultivators.

The crowd couldn't understand why they were treating Huang Wuji with such immense courtesy. The man had even drawn blood within the palace. Instead of being seized, he was being treated with this bizarre deference.

When things are this abnormal, there must be a demon afoot, thought many silently.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a premonition of disaster. His mouth hung open, but before he could speak, a massive black cloud suddenly drifted across the sky. The defensive formations of the Great Victory capital were simultaneously triggered, locking onto this dark mass.

"This is..."

The Black Dragon was like a gargantuan beast, looming in the void. Many of the older generation of cultivators immediately recalled the scene from over two hundred years ago when this very immortal boat had entered the capital.

The sixth prince and the fifth-transformation white robed leader locked eyes, their expressions turning incredibly solemn.

"I'm going to call the Third Ancestor," said the fifth-transformation leader before quickly vanishing.

The Third Ancestor!?

Everyone was horrified. What kind of titan had arrived to necessitate summoning the Third Ancestor? Although rumors said that the Third Ancestor's lifespan was nearing its end, a sixth-transformation immortal who had not yet withered was still a top-tier powerhouse. In the face of a sixth-transformation immortal, the great clans of the capital, including the Duan Clan, were nothing more than ants.

The middle-aged man's mind flashed back to their conversation in the gazebo just moments ago regarding the "Immortal Boat Incident."

Fang Xiaohua exclaimed in wonder, "Brother, we've seen this ship before!"

Fang Xiaotian's eyes were already brimming with excitement. He remembered it vividly. Back then, he had seen his Big Brother standing upon that very ship.

Standing atop the Black Dragon Boat, Fang Chen said, "Let's go down and take a look. It seems there's a bit of friction below."

He could see everything below as clearly as fire. Taking Ji Gang and the others with him, he flew down, landing before the crowd in an instant.

Seeing that familiar face, the Fang siblings were overcome with joy.

"Big Brother!" they cried out emotionally.

Big Brother!?

In that split second, the middle-aged man felt his blood pressure skyrocket, and his head throbbed with a piercing pain. Duan Lingxiao stood jaw-dropped. He hadn't expected them to actually have an elder brother, let alone one whose background appeared so terrifying.

"Is this Xiaotian's brother? They do look somewhat alike. I've rarely seen Brother Xiaotian this excited..." Sheng Wu stared blankly at the scene.

The crowd looked at one another in shock.

"The Fang siblings... really do have a brother..."

What they failed to notice was that the sixth prince's expression had become incredibly humble. His smile even carried a hint of fawning.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man and the city's elites could not see through Fang Chen's cultivation. They could only faintly sense the invisible pressure emanating from Ji Gang, who stood beside him. That pressure was on par with the Ancestors of the Great Victory Dynasty.

A sixth transformation immortal!? Is that man a sixth transformation immortal!?

"How could it be a sixth transformation Immortal..."

The middle-aged man's body swayed, nearly losing his balance.

Fang Chen said with a touch of sentiment, "You've both grown up. I rushed straight here the moment I finished my current affairs. Pack your things; you'll be leaving with me."

The siblings nodded eagerly. "Yes!"

There wasn't much in this place to keep them anchored. They wanted nothing more than to stay by Fang Chen's side and see their parents as soon as possible.

The sixth prince stepped forward immediately, cupping his fist in a respectful greeting. "Core Disciple Fang, there was a small misunderstanding just now. Please don't take it to heart."

Seeing that, Fang Xiaohua wasted no time. She immediately reported the grievances to Fang Chen, recounting everything Duan Lingxiao and his father had done in vivid, painstaking detail.

The middle-aged man's expression turned increasingly terrified. Duan Lingxiao finally understood the connection between Fang Xiaotian's group and the master of that Immortal Boat from two hundred years ago. He felt a surge of bitter resentment. With such a background, why had they kept it so hidden?

"This is bad..." Duan Lingkong finally snapped out of his daze, his expression frantic as he hesitated to speak.

Just then, a hearty burst of laughter echoed through the air.

"Brother Fang! My eyelids have been twitching all day; I knew something was going to happen! You've finally returned! I've missed you to death, my brother!"

A fierce gust of wind swept past as Sheng Ning, the third ancestor, appeared directly in front of Fang Chen.

"Brother Sheng, nearly two hundred years have passed," asked Fang Chen with a smile. "Is your health still holding up?"

Old Sheng immediately patted his chest. "It's fine, it's fine! These old bones are still sturdy. Campaigning for another thousand years wouldn't be a problem!"

Seeing the two interacting so warmly as peers, the crowd finally understood why the sixth prince had acted with such deference.

"After all this time... it turns out the Fang siblings have the strongest background out of everyone?"

"If even the Third Ancestor treats their elder brother as an equal, then their parents..."

Waves of shock crashed through everyone's hearts. The gaze they directed at the siblings was now filled with awe and reverence. No one dared to show the slightest hint of disrespect.

While Fang Chen was chatting with Sheng Ning, the sixth prince took the opportunity to explain the incident involving Duan Lingxiao.

The middle-aged man's legs went weak. He suddenly fell to his knees before Fang Chen and the Third Ancestor, hanging his head in dejected despair. "It was my failure to discipline my son that led to such a grave mistake. I beg for your punishment."

"Little Duan, I always took you for a clever man. I didn't expect you to have the audacity to interfere in a squabble between juniors," said Old Sheng, his voice ice-cold.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's heart turned cold. He felt as though the destruction of his entire clan was imminent. Cold sweat poured from him like a spring, drenching his clothes in an instant.