To his surprise, after he said that, the other party not only showed no appreciation but also spoke with extreme disdain: "Isn't it just one piece of trash plus another piece of trash? Your Grand Elder doesn't even dare to participate in the cultivation conference now, so what if I say something?"

In their eyes, Wan Ge hadn't participated in the cultivation conference for a long time, so he must have suffered a backlash as rumored, and was no longer the number one cultivator he used to be.

The person who spoke was a disciple of another sect with a particularly prestigious reputation. His master was the sect leader, and he himself was an extremely talented individual.

His master had been defeated by Wan Ge back then and had always held a grudge about it. Now that his skills had improved further and he had heard that Wan Ge had suffered a backlash, he was even more disdainful of her. He originally planned to regain his face at the cultivation conference.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not appear in several rounds of cultivation competitions. It seems that, just as the rumors said, he must have suffered a backlash and dared not let others see or know about it.

While the disciple was still feeling smug, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, and the next second he coughed up blood.

As they stood up shakily, a woman with an ethereal and otherworldly air stood before them, her face exquisitely beautiful and her expression aloof, like a flower blooming on a high mountain cliff.

Wan Ge spoke in a cold, disdainful voice: "The reason I am not attending is because none of you are my match. Such a far place is not worth my special trip."

This year it's their turn to host, so it's naturally very close to where Wan Ge lives. But it wasn't like before. In the past, other sects hosted events that were quite far from where Wan Ge lived, so it's normal that Wan Ge didn't want to go.

When Wan Ge speaks, everyone can hear him. Some others disagree. Today is the first day, and the participants should be some newly initiated disciples or young disciples sparring with each other.

However, as soon as Wan Ge finished speaking, some other powerful cultivators became indignant and challenged Wan Ge to a duel.

Wan Ge glanced at everyone present; quite a few of them possessed what he desired.

As a powerful figure from various sects, he naturally possesses rare treasures that others do not have, and those treasures are exactly what Wan Ge needs.

Wan Ge did not refuse their challenge, but she also made it clear to them that if she won, she could ask them for something, and if they won, each of them could ask her for something.

Everyone else agreed. After they agreed, Wan Ge stood on the stage and said, "It's too slow to come up one by one. Come up together."

The others were stunned for a moment, then felt as if they had been humiliated. Forget about gentlemanly conduct, they all rushed onto the stage.

But in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the powerful beings collapsed on the stage, while Wan Ge remained calm and composed, seemingly without even a single strand of hair disheveled.

Wan Ge didn't kill them or seriously injure them; she merely depleted their strength before defeating them.

Seeing the people lying on the ground, he turned back to his junior brother and pulled out a scroll: "This is what I asked you all for. Please help me get it when the time comes. I have some things to do and will come back tomorrow."

After handing the scroll to the sect leader, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone was furious and itched with hatred.