Yun Yuan was standing next to Jiuli. She couldn't help but curl her lips when she heard Wuwei say "famous". Based on her experience of traveling through time, he was either a villain or cannon fodder.
Did Xuanyuan Chengze go to Qingqi Mountain just to find a Taoist like Wuwei? It didn't seem that great.
A smile of victory appeared on Wuwei's face.
Counting back several generations in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, before Jiuli, every imperial master came from Qingqi Mountain. The appearance of Jiuli broke this tradition. The emperor must have been bewitched by him and actually let him serve as the imperial master.
Wuwei believed that Jiuli had no special abilities, and even if he did, he could never compare to him. First, Jiuli looked too young, and second, Qingqi Mountain had a profound heritage after thousands of years. He had been educated and trained in orthodox Taoism, and he was confident that he was not comparable to Jiuli, who came from a small sect.
So if Jiuli can pray for rain, then he can definitely do it too.
Why was Jiuli, a mere Imperial Preceptor, more famous than the entire Qingqi Mountain population combined? Today, he would properly dampen Jiuli's spirit and show everyone who truly reigned supreme in the Dao Realm.
Wuwei made a gesture of invitation, and he and his four disciples watched with a smile as Jiuli walked up to the rain-praying platform step by step.
"Good, good, good!" Wuwei shouted three good words in a row and said loudly to the crowd below the stage: "Today, I, on behalf of Qingqi Mountain, challenge the Imperial Master. If I win, the Imperial Master will give up his position and step down in favor of a more capable person. How about that?"
Xuanyuan Chengyin's face was gloomy. The people of Qingqi Mountain were so bold that they even dared to covet the position of the national teacher.
In his opinion, Xuanyuan absolutely cannot do without Jiuli. Not only does Qingqishan have a big appetite, but it also despises the royal family. When asked to do something, they always make excuses. How can they be as dedicated as Jiuli?
"Jiuli is our Xuanyuan's state teacher. He has done countless things that benefited the country and the people. His character and abilities are impeccable, and his position is irreplaceable. Taoist Wuwei, please do not push your luck."
Taoist Wuwei didn't take it seriously and had a contemptuous attitude, as if he didn't take the prince of a country seriously.
"I am a native of Qingqi Mountain. Your Highness, please do not be too strict with your words. We can do what Jiuli can do, and we can do it better than him. For example, this time when we prayed for rain, I have one more question for you, Jiuli: do you dare to compete with me?"
Jiuli shook his head slowly.
Wuwei showed disdain on his face: "Why, are you afraid of us and can't bear to give up the position of national teacher?"
Even when being ridiculed, Jiuli remained calm, but what he said made Wuwei extremely uncomfortable, and he felt that he was being despised.
"Why does my master need to compete with you personally?" Jiuli said, "My master has a junior sister who is also here. Let her compete with you."
In full view of the crowd, Yun Yuan jumped onto the stage and greeted everyone with a smile.
"Hello everyone, I'm Yun Yuan, and I'm from the same school as the Imperial Master. I'll be competing against Qing Qishan on behalf of my senior brother."
Wuwei almost exploded with anger after hearing this, his eyes widened in anger.
"Jiuli, you actually let a woman compete with me. This is an insult to me. You are so arrogant. We in Qingqi Mountain are not easy to bully!"
Jiuli looked at Wuwei indifferently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and his tone was nonchalant.
"You don't have to be so excited. It will make people think you are guilty and timid." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Wuwei and nodded at Yun Yuan.
Wuwei was enraged by Jiuli's words. Just when he couldn't help but want to teach Jiuli a lesson, Yun Yuan suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.
"You are not strong enough to compete with my senior brother." Yun Yuan said: "Since you insist on competing with each other, then compete with me."
"We can't possibly compete with a woman. That would be an insult to our sect!"
"What? Are you afraid to compete?" Yun Yuan smiled and retorted with the words of Taoist Wuwei: "Or are you afraid of losing to me? It will get out that people say you can't even beat a novice woman?"
"How dare you!" Wuwei's disciple jumped out and waved the whisk in his hand, trying to knock Yun Yuan off the stage.
However, Yun Yuan didn't even lift a foot. She just lightly tapped her jade hand, and a ray of cold air instantly flew out from her fingertips. Before the man could react, he was frozen into an ice sculpture, emitting a heart-pounding cold light under the sunlight.
Jiuli raised his eyebrows slightly. Yun Yuan seemed to have many abilities that he didn't know about.
The onlookers were in an uproar, all shocked by Yun Yuan's move. They just felt happy in their hearts. These Taoists were too irritating, and they wished they would die eight hundred times.
Feeling the icy chill, Wuwei's other three disciples lost their composure and showed panic expressions.
"Why are you panicking?" Wuwei felt embarrassed and didn't look at the other three disciples in a good mood. He used several Taoist magic to try to rescue the trapped disciples.
However, the ice was extremely solid. He tried everything he could to melt it but failed. He also did not dare to use violence for fear that his disciples inside would be shattered into pieces.
He pointed at Yun Yuan angrily and said, "What kind of magic did you use? Release my disciple immediately."
Yun Yuan showed disdain: "It seems that you Qingqishan people are not that good. You can't even break a small spell. Now I am qualified to compete with you, right?"
Wuwei gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a side sect. When it comes to praying for rain, you can't compare to me even if you study for a few more years. After all, we are the orthodox Taoists."
"I just like the way you talk stubbornly." Yun Yuan couldn't break any of the spells. He roughly knew what realm the other party was in. With his current level, if he didn't have a powerful magic weapon to help him, he couldn't even beat the strength of the original owner, Siwei.
Yun Yuan was not afraid at all. She snapped her fingers and unsealed the ice. Before the disciple could be happy, Yun Yuan waved him off the stage. Together with the other three disciples, they fell into the crowd and were beaten and kicked by everyone.
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