My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 442 Unexpected Changes, Standoff at the Dock

Jingu Island Wharf, with its rippling blue waves.

Immortal ships gathered in droves, flags of various sects fluttered in the breeze, and disciples came and went in droves, creating a scene of prosperity.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted.

In an instant, flames raged, and black smoke rose up, billowing upwards, obscuring the sky and the sun, leaving only a hazy gloom.

On the dock, the monks' expressions changed drastically.

The explosion was incredibly powerful, and the impact caused many cultivators to lose their footing, with some even being hit by flying debris.

Just as everyone was scrambling to figure out what was going on, several figures suddenly sprang up from the crowd, attacking swiftly and mercilessly, pushing the already chaotic situation to an even more intense level.

"It must be you, you scoundrel, who secretly sabotaged the immortal ship!"

"Hmph, how utterly absurd! You despicable man, you've always been at odds with me, so you've come up with this wicked scheme, and you'll always find a pretext to frame me!"

"Was it you who launched the sneak attack just now?!"

"What a joke! I act with integrity and honesty; why would I do such a despicable thing!"

"If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving this place!"

Before the words were even finished, a chaotic battle had already broken out.

The cultivators fought each other, each in fear, and the light of spells and magical artifacts flickered constantly in the chaos of battle.

Firelight and sword shadows intertwined, pushing the chaos on the dock to its extreme.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept across the sky, and an old man dressed in a blue robe appeared out of thin air above the dock.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was kind yet held a hint of authority, and he held a feather fan in his hand. On the fan was painted a bluebird with full, lifelike feathers, as if it could take flight at any moment.

The old man waved his feather fan lightly, and instantly, a gust of green wind whistled out from the fan.

Those cultivators who were locked in a fierce battle felt this sudden threat and had no choice but to stop and retreat hastily.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious sound came from the void, like heavenly music, soothing the soul.

A female cultivator dressed in purple slowly emerged from the void.

She had a graceful figure and an exquisite face, and she held a purple jade flute tightly in her hand, from which a faint spiritual light flowed.

She parted her lips slightly, and a melodious flute tune began to play, like the tinkling of a spring or the caress of a spring breeze, gradually calming the restlessness in the hearts of the surrounding cultivators who were initially burning with anger.

The atmosphere at the originally lively and bustling gathering of heroes instantly became tense due to this sudden change.

The cultivators who had been watching the fight with great interest around the arena now looked at each other in bewilderment, their eyes filled with confusion, wondering what had happened in the distance.

The appearance of the old man with the feather fan and the woman with the jade flute was like two anchors, instantly stabilizing the turbulent situation on the dock.

Under the powerful pressure of the two Nascent Soul elders, none of the cultivators dared to act recklessly. They all concealed their auras and stood respectfully in place, awaiting instructions.

On the dock, the fire gradually died down, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

In the midst of this tense atmosphere, an elderly woman dressed in black suddenly emerged unsteadily from the crowd.

Her hair was gray, and even her eyes were an eerie gray-white. Her face was withered and full of vicissitudes. She tightly gripped a black wooden staff, on which runes flowed faintly and emitted a faint black light.

"Old man He, little girl Zi, it's been decades since I last saw you. This old woman has been thinking of you often!" Her voice was hoarse as she muttered to herself.

In an instant, a thick plume of black smoke billowed from the tip of the wooden staff. Then, the smoke dissipated, transforming into countless tiny poisonous insects that rushed toward the old man and the woman.