The man he called Elder Li sat cross-legged on the prayer mat with a swagger, his clothes in a mess, and he even tidied his unkempt hair without any regard for appearance.
Elder Qian had briefly interacted with this person, but they were not close.
He didn't even know the person's name.
Or rather, nowadays no one in the cultivation world knows his real name, and gradually everyone calls him Li Mingyin.
Compared to him, his disciple has become more famous in the cultivation world recently.
Fang Xuan is one of the most promising cultivators to win the championship of this conference.
However, unlike other masters who are always praised for their excellent parenting skills, Li Mingyin never took credit for such compliments, but simply smiled indifferently.
"My master leads me in, but the cultivation is up to me. I've only provided him with a meal," he said.
Some people thought he was just unwilling to talk about it, while others were eager to get to the bottom of how he managed his livelihood.
However, once asked, one can only sigh that no one but Changfeng Valley could easily accomplish this.
What kind of sect feeds its children rare and precious herbs like food?
However, upon thinking of this, Elder Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the person sitting next to him this time was Li Mingyin, a freak in the cultivation world known for his complete lack of interest in gossip and his pursuit of immortality solely for romantic escapades.
With someone sitting next to me, this conference shouldn't be too unbearable.
This person probably wouldn't be interested in mocking the Yuncang Sword Sect.
A commotion soon broke out again in the entrance area.
Two enormous flying magical artifacts landed one after the other at the entrance of the venue. The gangways slowly extended to the ground, and two groups of cultivators dressed in different robes walked down one after another.
Ji Mofan walked behind and glanced at the flying magical artifact opposite him.
It is entirely black, but the reflection of light after being exposed to it displays iridescent colors, which is a characteristic of the Xiaoling Sect.
As expected, he spotted Li Jinchu in the crowd. The latter glanced at him across the crowd and nodded as a greeting.
Even though they were all wearing the same sect uniforms, Li Jinchu was definitely the most eye-catching one.
His body was adorned with countless jewels and magical runes, making him almost glow. Ji Mofan always suspected that he wanted to open a jewelry shop on his body.
The Xiaoling Sect and the Chaoming Palace, who had been locked in a bitter feud for countless years at the Dao Asking Conference, were naturally not exactly friendly when they met outside the venue.
The disciples on both sides entered the venue without even exchanging greetings, their paths clearly separated.
The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect are usually polite, even to their enemies, they will try to be courteous before resorting to force.
The unusual situation is encountering the Chaoming Hall.
Every single disciple of the Chaoming Hall is a self-centered freak; they don't care at all about maintaining the superficial harmony between sects in such a public setting.
If you speak politely to them, they'll snap back; if they're sarcastic or sarcastic, it's even worse—they'll chase you down like a leech.
There's nothing we can do, so we'd better just keep our distance.
After Ji Mo Fan entered the Chaoming Palace, the only people he often spent time with besides his master Xie Qingya were Zheng Xianchan and Jiang Shiyun.
However, both of them were well past the age limit for the Daodao Tournament, so they could only stay in the audience and could not enter the contestant seats.
Ji Mo Fan Zhou was surrounded by disciples he didn't know very well.
Even so, Ji Mofan did not feel much inconvenience on his way here.
Although the disciples of Chaoming Palace were somewhat curious about him, they were generally focused on their own affairs and did not disturb him much.
Even at times—like now, as they stood at the entrance to the highly anticipated conference, these disciples spontaneously swarmed around them, shielding Ji Mofan from unimportant gazes.
Without discussing it, they all did it on their own.
It's hard to describe the feeling; it felt like the ice spiritual root in my mind was being warmed up.
Jimo Fan was well prepared to attract a lot of attention at this Daowen Conference.
But it's always different when someone is willing to shield him.
"It's so lively. It seems I've arrived at just the right time."
The sudden sound cut through the large hall, causing the noisy crowd to fall silent for a moment.
Then a piercing buzzing sound swept across the entire area, and the magical artifact responsible for detecting abnormalities dutifully emitted a loud alarm.
Ji Mo Fan raised his head and, amidst the awe-inspiring entrance sound effects, looked at the flying magical artifact that had suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Decorated in a magnificent manner, almost every visible part was made of gold, and hovering in mid-air, it was as if a sun had appeared out of nowhere.
Xiao Wangyan stood on the deck of the ship-shaped aircraft, the biting wind lifting his clothes and creating dark waves.
Ji Mo Fan secretly thought to himself that this person should never have given Xi He's name to someone else in the first place.
He himself is nothing like Wang Shu; he's incredibly conspicuous.
Although he made an agreement with Xiao Wangyan that day, Ji Mofan did not require him to appear at a certain time or in a certain way. He figured all of this out on his own.
"Who goes there!" Immediately, the person in charge of maintaining order on the viewing platform stood up.
"Flying magical artifacts are prohibited within the venue of the Dao Inquiry Conference. Which sect are you a disciple of? State your name!"
Xiao Wangyan looked at him for a while, and then suddenly laughed out loud, "It seems that I have been quiet for too long, and the younger generation does not even recognize me."
The disciples who were standing on the management platform just a second ago were suddenly silenced.
The demonic energy was invisible, seemingly a dark shadow, yet the force that climbed onto his neck was irresistible, lifting him off the ground.
With his feet off the ground, the lack of oxygen to his brain caused his vision to blur. Just before his consciousness was about to fade, light finally enveloped him.
The immortal, dressed in black, was elegant and otherworldly. He caught a wisp of demonic energy that Xiao Wangyan had casually tossed over with one hand, and with a flick of his fingertips, he dispelled it, thus saving the unlucky fellow who had just misspoke from death.
"Supreme Venerable One!" The leader of the Xiaoling Sect rushed over in fear and hurriedly ordered people to take the dazed cultivator to the back for treatment.
The champion of the last conference came from the Xiaoling Sect, and now the Xiaoling Sect is also hosting the new conference. If someone dies before the conference even starts under their protection, it will be a huge joke!
Moreover, the people who came to cause trouble this time were clearly not ordinary people...
Perhaps some young people don't recognize this face, but none of these old guys don't know Xiao Wangyan's appearance.
A great demon who had held the throne of Demon Lord in the Demon Realm for a thousand years, but suddenly disappeared recently, causing chaos in the Demon Realm...
Why did you suddenly appear at the Dao Asking Conference today?
Could it be that the Demon Lord has finally realized that life in the Demon Realm is too comfortable and is planning to come out and see some blood?
If he were truly on a whim, he might come to the Dao Inquiry Conference and wreak havoc...
The cultivation world is truly in for a horrific disaster; the younger generation will likely all perish.
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