Also present were the elders of the Liu, Li, Zhu, and Yuan families, while representatives from other sects who had not yet reached the Grandmaster level sat at the lower level, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Qin Ze's arrival naturally attracted everyone's attention, but Qin Ze did not feel unfamiliar with these people, as he had more or less met them before.

As everyone took their seats, Zhang Tianshi stood in the seat of honor, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and his voice solemnly rang out: "Fellow Daoists, the purpose of this grand gathering is to jointly establish a cultivators' alliance to counter the provocations of foreign cultivators' alliances. The last time a foreign cultivators' alliance attacked the Himalayan secret realm, it brought us tremendous pressure and threats, and also served as a profound lesson."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Faced with the invasion of foreign cultivators, all factions in the cultivation world felt threatened, so forming an alliance became an inevitable choice.

Then, Master Zhihui stepped forward and said with a smile, "Since we are going to form a cultivators' alliance, we need an alliance leader to oversee the overall situation. Fellow cultivators, do you have any opinions on the selection of the alliance leader?"

This question immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. They began to think that the selection of the alliance leader was of utmost importance. The leader should have sufficient prestige and strength to lead the powerful figures of various factions in the cultivation world.

A brief silence fell over the hall as everyone exchanged glances, conveying a tacit understanding.

Although everyone present was an elite from their respective sects, the question of choosing a leader for the alliance was not a simple matter.

The atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly tense, with everyone's thoughts focused on the selection of the alliance leader.

The people began to exchange ideas and recommend their preferred candidate to become the leader of the alliance. Each clan was vying to express their opinions, hoping to put their representative on the throne of the leader.

The voice of Daoist Tiansong echoed in the main hall. On behalf of Wudang Mountain, he proposed several potential candidates, including several grandmasters with high prestige in the cultivation world.

Mei Daoren, Master Zhihui, and representatives from other prominent families also put forward their own candidates, each striving to recommend their own sect in hopes of gaining more support at this crucial moment.

However, whether it was Tian Song Dao Ren or representatives from other aristocratic families, their recommendations were all focused on candidates from their own sects.

Among the many voices, only the representative of the Liu family nominated a unique candidate: Qin Ze.

However, no one was surprised that the Liu family chose Qin Ze. Everyone knew that the Liu family had become a subordinate family of the Qin family.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Zhang Tianshi's voice suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the hall like the tolling of a bell: "Esteemed seniors, since everyone has offered their suggestions, why don't we decide on the leader of the alliance on the arena, and let strength determine the hero? What do you say?"

His proposal immediately caused an uproar, with people discussing it enthusiastically and full of interest and anticipation.

In the world of cultivators, strength is always the most important evaluation criterion. Being able to win the recognition of the crowd on the arena makes it more reasonable to become the leader of the alliance.

Representatives from each party began exchanging ideas, seemingly discussing the feasibility of the proposal.

Soon, a consensus emerged, and everyone nodded in agreement.

After all, judging heroes by their strength is the fairest way for cultivators.

The disciples of Longhu Mountain quickly set up the arena. A huge arena appeared in the center of the hall, towering before everyone's eyes and exuding a sense of oppression. The stands around the arena were already full of people, all eager to witness this contest of strength.

As preparations progressed, the major clans and sects began selecting their strongest representatives to participate in the competition. Each sect and clan could only send one person, who would represent the honor of the entire sect or clan.

Finally, once all the representatives were confirmed, the order of play was determined by drawing lots. Qin Ze sat to the side, watching everything with indifference. He wasn't particularly interested; after all, this alliance wasn't important to him.

However, just then, Wang Ying walked over, holding a lottery ticket in her hand, and said to Qin Ze with a smile, "Qin Ze, the order of the draw has been determined. Look, you are in the first round."

Qin Ze was stunned, not expecting to be chosen. He looked at Wang Ying in confusion, but Wang Ying had a mischievous smile on her face and handed him the ticket.

Qin Ze looked at Wang Ying with a wry smile. This girl really never sits still. But since the draw has already taken place, let's participate and have some fun.

Stepping onto the arena, Qin Ze felt the gazes and whispers around him. He smiled faintly, unaffected by these distractions. After all, his Grandmaster-level strength was enough to give him confidence in the cultivation world.

Qin Ze's appearance caused a sensation on the arena. Although not everyone knew Qin Ze's true strength, those who did, especially representatives of major families, were all astonished.

"Grandmaster!" someone exclaimed softly. This top-level cultivation expert clearly drew astonishment from many people at this moment.

Qin Ze stood on the arena with a smile on his face. His gaze swept around him, but the surprised and puzzled looks did not make him feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, he did not intend to go all out; he simply sparred with his opponent casually to demonstrate his strength.

After all, this competition was just a formality for him.

Qin Ze and the leader of the Jinghu Sect faced off on the arena, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

However, just as the two were about to clash, the leader of the Jinghu Sect suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled slightly at Qin Ze, saying, "I have long heard of your reputation, senior, and seeing you now, it is indeed well-deserved. My strength is limited, and I am afraid I cannot fight you, senior. I concede defeat!"

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