Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Walking to the door of the house expressionlessly, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Following Zhang Yifeng's movements, a group of Qingyun Mountain disciples hiding in the dark stared at Zhang Yifeng nervously.

He was afraid that Zhang Yifeng would suddenly summon a large number of Yanlong Sect disciples and surround the house.

Now they are afraid that their ancestor's position has been exposed to the Yanlong Sect's sight. If this is the case, Qingyun Mountain will definitely be wiped out by the Yanlong Sect.

A strange sense of crisis continued to amplify in the hearts of these Qingyun Mountain disciples. If they hadn't been noticed by the people of Yanlong Sect, how could they have come here for no reason.

Not long after Zhang Yifeng knocked on the door of the house, the door was opened a crack.

Leng Qianqiu looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was standing outside the door, dressed in the uniform of an inner disciple of the Yanlong Sect, with panic flashing in his eyes.

She put her left hand behind her back, and wisps of cold air were gathering in her hand. Just as Leng Qianqiu was about to open the door and take action, a figure walked out from behind her.

As he walked past Leng Qianqiu, the cold air condensed on Leng Qianqiu's hands dissipated.

"Ancestor?"

Leng Qianqiu felt her ancestor remove the cold air from her hands, turned around and looked at the ancestor behind her with a puzzled expression.

"Don't worry, there is no one else behind him, let's put him in first and listen to what he has to say!"

Leng Qianqiu pursed her lips when she heard this. Although she didn't want to take the risk, she had no choice but to do as her ancestor said.

Opening the door of the house, Leng Qianqiu stared at Zhang Yifeng with a frosty face.

Zhang Yifeng looked at Leng Qianqiu's extremely cold face, with a smile on his lips, and walked into the house very consciously.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Yifeng noticed the old man standing behind Leng Qianqiu.

This old man has white hair but a very strong body. Standing behind Leng Qianqiu, he looks like a hill.

"Qianqiu, close the door first, little friend, please follow me."

The old man said to Leng Qianqiu calmly, turned around and walked straight into the small house in the courtyard.

Zhang Yifeng saw this and followed him, leaving Leng Qianqiu to close the door of the house again with a slight frown on his eyebrows.

In the small house, the white-haired old man sat cross-legged on the wooden bed in the house, looking at Zhang Yifeng with a smile, like a harmless old man next door.

If Zhang Yifeng hadn't been able to feel the majestic aura and unfathomable cultivation within the white-haired old man, he would have truly believed the old man's appearance.

"My little friend has traveled thousands of miles to come to Fire City to find a bad old man like me. What do you want?"

The old man touched the messy white stubble on his chin and said to Zhang Yifeng in an understatement.

"I want to ask senior to take action and overthrow the Yanlong Sect together!"

Zhang Yifeng said, removing his disguise and returning his appearance to its previous appearance.

At the same time, Leng Qianqiu happened to walk in from outside the house and saw the changed appearance of Zhang Yifeng at a glance.

"Brother Chen?!"

Leng Qianqiu exclaimed and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who looked like a young man just now, in disbelief.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Leng was really careful just now."

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and smiled at Leng Qianqiu, cupped his hands and saluted.

"Ancestor, he is the Brother Chen whom I told you earlier that he saved me twice."

Leng Qianqiu mentioned that he had been rescued twice by Zhang Yifeng, with a blush on his face, and introduced him to his ancestor who was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed.

"So you are that little friend Chen. You are indeed the best among men."

"Even I didn't notice this disguise. It's no wonder you have the confidence to sneak into Yanlong Sect to collect intelligence."

The ancestor of Qingyun Mountain who was sitting on the wooden bed looked at Zhang Yifeng with a surprised look on his face and spoke in appreciation.

"Senior, thank you for your praise. Actually, I came here this time just to ask Qingyun Mountain's attitude towards the alliance?"

Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly and continued to bring the topic back on track.

"The alliance is not something I, Qingyun Mountain, want to hang on you, Chen Xiaoyou. It is really too risky."

"My little friend, I should also be aware of the current situation in Qingyun Mountain. Even if there is any accident, I, Qingyun Mountain, will never be buried."

The ancestor of Qingyun Mountain shook his head and smiled bitterly. He still has not made up his mind whether to attack the Yanlong Sect together with Zhang Yifeng.

"Regarding this matter, as long as the seniors can agree to join the alliance, the chance of winning the Yanlong Sect will be more than 50%!"

Zhang Yifeng said with confidence, the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain looked surprised when he heard this, and Leng Qianqiu also looked shocked.

"Brother Chen, didn't you say before that there was only a 30% chance that Qingyun Mountain would join us?"

Leng Qianqiu couldn't help but ask, Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly and explained.

"That was when we only had one ally in Qingyun Mountain before. Now I have reached an agreement with the Demon Sect to overthrow the Yanlong Sect as soon as the time comes."

"In addition to the Demon Sect, there are also people within the Yanlong Sect who want to overthrow the current Yanlong Sect's structure. He is also our ally."

"With the support of the other two parties, we are now at least 40% sure of taking down the Yanlong Sect. If Qingyun Mountain joins us, we will get twice the result with half the effort."

A gleam appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, and he stared directly at the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain on the wooden bed.

"The Demon Cult... Isn't it inappropriate to cooperate with them?"

The ancestor of Qingyun Mountain showed hesitation. The Demon Sect has a very bad reputation in this area. If Qingyun Mountain joins forces with the Demon Sect.

Even if the Yanlong Sect could be overthrown afterwards, they would still be ridiculed by other righteous sects in the Zhongxian Land, scolding them for mixing with the demonic sect.

"Senior seems to have some misunderstandings about the Demon Sect. The opinions of the world may not be correct."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and sighed, relaying the secrets of the Demon Cult that he learned in Yan City.

Listening to Zhang Yifeng's narration, the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain on the wooden bed showed a look of shock and anger.

"This Yanlong Sect is really not a son of a man. On the surface, it claims to be a righteous sect, but in private, it does all the shameful things!"

After the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain yelled angrily, he finally made a decision in his heart.

"Originally, I, Qingyun Mountain, can't hold on for long. Instead of being slowly eroded by the Yanlong Sect, it's better to give it a try."

"Qingyun Mountain has accepted Chen Xiaoyou's proposal. From now on, Qingyun Mountain will be your ally, Chen Xiaoyou. We will advance and retreat together in the face of the Yanlong Sect!"

The ancestor of Qingyun Mountain took a deep breath, and his complexion suddenly turned purple as he spoke, and a cold air poured out from his body.

The cold air pouring out from the body of the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain quickly froze the decorations in the entire hut.

Even the bed under the ancestor was no exception. Zhang Yifeng was stunned when he saw this, and the next second he realized that the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain was ill.

"Oops, Ancestor's cold energy is raging again!"

Leng Qianqiu said anxiously, and quickly rummaged through the storage ring to find a magic weapon that could suppress the cold air.

In anxiety, Zhang Yifeng ducked onto the wooden bed, stood in front of the ancestor of Qingyun Mountain who was bursting with cold air, and raised his hand to touch his Dantian.