Perhaps because they were all women, the first meeting between the leaders of the two worlds was quite harmonious. Aside from the initial serious discussion about the grand competition, they mostly exchanged curious conversations about the situations in their respective worlds. Being leaders themselves, they were quite receptive despite their surprises, though occasional exclamations of astonishment could be heard.
Immortal Realm:
"What! You can actually implant spiritual roots in men? How? Where are they implanted? Are there any requirements regarding appearance, background, or education?"
"Your sect has mostly male disciples. Are men, who are naturally weak, capable of protecting the sect?"
"What is a once-in-a-century ascension plan? Can ascension really be planned or estimated?"
"Advancing to the Tribulation of Lightning? Does the number nine times nine have to be completed in one day? It seems like it takes four or five days for us, but I have heard that the pace of the tribulation is getting faster and faster now."
Immortal Realm:
"What? Are your pills this expensive? Are alchemists so rare? Don't you train your own alchemy disciples?"
"The recipes and equipment are missing? Don't you have any international cultivation exchange and mutual assistance associations?"
"Since you possess a metal-attribute celestial spiritual root, sword cultivation is the most suitable path for you. Why are you practicing fire-based techniques? What! There are no sword cultivation lineages in the Immortal Realm? How about learning about the famous Immortal Classic 'Qiu Zhang Jue'? You can easily get a copy from any disciple for just five spirit stones?"
"Worried about not comprehending the Heavenly Dao enough and fearing failure in ascension? Why not find a Celestial Master in the Immortal Realm to exchange ideas and receive guidance? Oh... you don't have any Celestial Masters here! Then how about you and I talk to Sect Master You, and you go back and write an application or something to invite one down? Knowledge knows no bounds, let's progress together!"
"..."
In short, the first exchange between the two realms went very smoothly. Some even hit it off and exchanged communication tokens on the spot, hoping to begin a long-term friendly relationship ahead of time.
In terms of sheer strength, the Jingling Academy is powerful enough to overwhelm all other immortal sects, with the lowest cultivation level starting at the Nascent Soul stage. However, in terms of cultivation diversity and ascension rate, any sect in the current Immortal Realm can easily surpass the Immortal Spirit Realm by a significant margin.
Yuu had initially worried that the disparity in strength between the two sides would create a disparity in power. But now it seems there's no need to worry. While the Reiwain is strong, there's only one. The overall strength of the other countries is roughly the same as that of the various factions; only their organizational structures differ.
Furthermore, while the Immortal Realm has the Respectful Spirit Academy, the Immortal Realm also has its True Derivation Sect, and the phoenix clan within it isn't just there for casual conversation. It must be said that, overall, the two realms are actually quite similar, and the Immortal Realm, having established communication between the three realms, has a greater advantage.
Youyou's original plan was to establish a seal between the two realms, but not a very strict one—the kind that could be opened by a few people working together if their cultivation level was high enough, such as those at the Nascent Soul stage. Furthermore, it would automatically open periodically, allowing the two cultures to gradually and orderly merge, eventually breaking the seal altogether. This process was expected to take about a hundred years, but as things stand, it could be brought forward as much as possible.
However... she gave up on the idea the next day.
Perhaps because the meeting of the leaders of various factions on the first day was too harmonious, when they saw their disciples exchanging words more loudly than performing magic during the grand competition on the second day, they were a little taken aback.
Originally, due to the difference in the celestial maidens, the genders of cultivators in the two worlds were basically opposite. Among the disciples from various immortal sects who came to the competition this time, apart from a few female cultivators, most of them were male disciples. However, in the Immortal Spirit Realm, men cannot cultivate immortality, so all of them are female disciples.
Therefore, this scene would occur whenever it was the disciples' turn to fight between the two realms.
Immortal male cultivator:
"Wow, my opponent is actually a female cultivator! Ahhhhh... What's your name, junior sister? How old are you? Do you need a male servant?"
"Be careful, young lady, I'm about to unleash my ultimate move. Don't worry, I'll be very careful. I've also prepared top-grade pills, which I'll give to you after the fight!"
"Wow...so many female cultivators! When can the two realms exchange disciples for study? My Nine Star Sect's exchange students are so professional at matchmaking...ugh, their cultivation is incredibly advanced!"
"It's my turn to go on stage, oh! It's a female cultivator... Should I fight... Oh, I won... I was wrong!"
"I am Zhao An of the Heavenly Martial Sect. Today's champion is none other than me... I'm sorry, I concede defeat!"
"What should I do? I've won three games in a row. Am I destined to be single forever?"
"Sect Leader You was right after all! Friendship between the two realms comes first; winning or losing the competition is nothing!"
Female cultivators in the Immortal Realm:
"What's going on? Why are all the participants men? Is it really that difficult for these so-called immortal sects to recruit disciples?"
"Oh dear, what's wrong with these men? It's one thing to show their faces in public, but why don't they all wear veils or hats? I wonder how their fathers raised them?"
"The headmaster was right after all. Xianze is a vast and bountiful place. Look at these young men, they are all so handsome and charming. They are all so attractive."
"Young master, would you like to leave first? I am a dignified woman, and I never bully men! If you have the guts, call out the female cultivators of your sect to come out and fight me!"
"Fellow Daoist, you are truly skilled, possessing such profound understanding of the sword. Alas, it's a pity... you are a man! Otherwise, I would have considered you a confidant. Now, I can only regard you as my lord. What do you think?"
"Fellow Daoist, with such an appearance, you are actually a weapon cultivator? This kind of dirty and tiring work is not suitable for you. A man should be pampered at home, supporting his wife and teaching his daughters! Fine, I won't compete this time, you win."
The celestial maidens: "..."
The kings: "..."
Meow meow meow?
This is completely different from what I imagined! They're supposed to be holding a proper competition, so why is it increasingly turning into a matchmaking and husband-selection event?!
It has to be said that this unexpected turn of events was something no one anticipated. Not only the elite disciples of various sects, but also the elite cultivators from various countries, seemed to have forgotten their original purpose for participating in the competition.
On one hand, they felt they shouldn't lay a hand on the girls—they were noble ladies, so precious! They used to struggle even to meet them, how could they possibly make a move? Normally, if they encountered one or two junior sisters in a sect competition, they'd have to take it seriously, but now they were all girls! What would they look like if they attacked them one by one? No, they couldn't bring themselves to do it!
On the other hand, the same sentiment prevailed. Women felt that attacking weak men was a blatant challenge to their principles as women. Moreover, these male cultivators were all refined and elegant, their appearances exceptionally striking. Even those who already had one or two, let alone those who weren't yet married, would be captivated and wouldn't want to take one or two of them home. Could they possibly lay a hand on such beauties? Absolutely not!
So, at first, there were a few players who were playing seriously, but the situation became increasingly strange as the game progressed, and the entire match even came to a standstill, with an unbelievable harmony on the field.
"Fellow Daoist, I'll admit defeat in this match!"
"No, no, no, how can I let you lose? I'll lose instead."
"Fellow Daoist, how about we decide this by playing rock-paper-scissors?"
"Alright, let's settle this in one round!"
The leaders: "..."
What the heck?!
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