Amidst the various schemes and intentions of different forces, both overt and covert, this year's Dao Asking Conference proceeded as scheduled.
This was the first time that Ji Mo Fan had ever worn the disciple's robes of the Chaoming Palace.
The Dao Asking Conference is one of the few events in the cultivation world that mandates disciples to wear their sect's uniform when attending.
This helps to distinguish between independent cultivators and disciples of sects, since this major reshuffle every four years is related to the allocation of resources among the various sects in the cultivation world for the next four years.
Moreover, there is one point that is almost universally acknowledged this year—
The Yuncang Sword Sect, which only briefly appeared among the five major sects, will likely have to give way to Changfeng Valley once again.
The original relationship between the five major sects was actually relatively stable.
Changfeng Valley always ranks last, not because it lacks seniority, but because they devote more resources to nurturing the alchemists within their sect.
As for participating in the Dao Inquiry Conference, it was merely to show off what kind of geniuses their sect could produce by using rare and precious materials.
Among the various immortal sects, if we consider financial resources, apart from the Xiaoling Sect, which is a top-tier, all-around powerhouse, the second place must be Changfeng Valley.
And unsurprisingly, the two major sects, who had been arguing for four years because of the grudge they formed at the last Dao Asking Conference, started arguing as soon as they entered the arena this time.
There was no other way; the seating arrangement for the various sects at the event was based on their rankings in the previous Dao Inquiry Conference, so the two sects had to sit next to each other.
It's not that the organizers are unwilling to change the seating arrangement... but rather that they're afraid that whoever they move will raise objections from the other party.
So they simply gave up. Let them argue all they want, as long as they can't fight. If they do fight, the guards responsible for maintaining order will throw them off the field and suspend them for one game.
"How come the Yun Cang Sword Sect has so few respectable people?" If we're talking about who looks down on the Yun Cang Sword Sect the most without Ji Mofan, Fang Xian is second to none. He didn't even sit down before he spoke up.
The leader of the Yuncang Sword Sect this time was a little-known true disciple.
The junior disciple was on the verge of tears. This time, he had been chosen as the leader of the sect out of the worst of the worst.
He is indeed the oldest and has the highest cultivation level, but to compare him to Ji Mo Fan? Even if you gave him another ten years, he still couldn't catch up!
Why can't he catch up? It's because he barely made it into the top 100 cultivators in the last conference.
The person in front of him was the top-ranked player on the previous tournament's Earth Ranking, and is currently the most qualified to compete with Ji Mo Fan for the championship.
Unless any new talents emerge out of nowhere at this year's conference, the top spot on the leaderboard will definitely be between the two of them.
He's just a little chick, he shouldn't be so eager to become cannon fodder!
"Senior Brother Fang, you can't say that." But before he left, his master repeatedly told him that even if he lost, he couldn't lose face, and he had to raise his morale first, no matter what.
"The quality of an army is more important than its quantity."
...The problem is that it's a gap of an entire level. Can it be bridged by just shouting a few words of encouragement?
Fang Xian had not shown his face for a long time. This time, when he appeared, his cultivation level had quietly advanced from the late Nascent Soul stage to the Divine Transformation stage.
Among all the disciples from Yuncang Sword Sect who came this time, the strongest among them was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
There's absolutely no comparison between them!
In his opinion, the Yuncang Sword Sect shouldn't have come here to humiliate themselves in this year's Dao Asking Conference; they should have just abstained!
"You guys? You're all geniuses?" Fang Xian was practically looking down on them.
The junior disciple braced himself and pondered hard, "...The Dao Inquiry Tournament has imposed restrictions on the use of pills and magical artifacts by the contestants. Changfeng Valley can't bully us this time because of its resources."
Will the game completely prohibit players from using elixirs or various life-saving magical artifacts? After all, resources are also part of personal strength.
However, there are limits on the number of participants, and they must be reported to the competition organizers in advance; otherwise, they will be treated as violators.
Fang Xian was amused by the forced attempt to save face by this true disciple.
He wasn't one to hold back his emotions, and after a long moment of suppressed laughter, he said, "Fine, this time I'll show you that even without resources, Changfeng Valley can still bully you."
The innocent disciple felt a chill run down his spine.
That's it...
Fang Xuan finished his attack and was almost done when Ling Yihan finally appeared and took him back.
The young disciple secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
When Yun Cang Sword Sect arrived this time, they no longer had a chief leader. Apart from him, who was forced into the role of team leader, only Ning Weisheng could still keep things in order.
But as soon as this person entered the door, he disappeared, leaving him alone to face the attack from Changfeng Valley.
It's so tough!
The contestants' stands were filled with disciples preparing to take the stage, while the elders and sect leaders of each sect stayed on the viewing platform further up.
The viewpoint here makes it easier to see the movements of the fighters on each stage.
After all, the Dao Asking Conference is not only for sects to reshuffle their ranks, but also welcomes independent cultivators to register.
Many cultivators who were unable to join a sect in their youth would use the Dao Asking Conference as a stage to showcase themselves and win the favor of major sects.
Among all the sect elders, only the one from Yun Cang Sword Sect seemed extremely uneasy.
There's no other reason than that today's event should have had nothing to do with him.
Not long ago, everyone was convinced that Ji Mofan would be the leader of this Daoist Conference.
There are not many disciples among the true lineage who are qualified to participate in the Dao Inquiry Conference, but Shen Yun has two of them.
Although she has always been overshadowed by Ji Mofan, Li Geyue, as a sixteen-year-old Golden Core stage cultivator with a single fire attribute spiritual root, is still considered one of the top cultivators in the entire cultivation world.
With two disciples in the group, the person sitting in this position should rightfully be Shen Yun.
Who would have thought that in just a few months, one of Shen Yun's disciples would fall into demonic possession and the other would betray the sect, and Shen Yun himself would simply go into seclusion and disappear...
Moreover, it seems there's a twist to the story of the supposedly traitorous senior disciple, Ji Mo Fan...
He already felt that the cushion beneath him was getting quite hot.
"Oh my, isn't this Elder Qian?"
Even though he tried his best to minimize his presence, the voices he didn't want to hear still reached his ears.
He turned his head and saw a strangely disheveled green-robed cultivator walk over and plop down in the seat reserved for Changfeng Valley next to him.
"Elder Li, how have you been?" Elder Qian could only manage a forced smile.
He knew it was even uglier than crying, but he couldn't actually cry in public.
That's outrageous!
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