The huge venue was almost full.
I don’t know who arranged it, or if those people came here on their own initiative.
There were also zones where storytellers, opera singers, and those who exchanged ideas and traded goods did not interfere with each other and each occupied a separate area.
Directly turned this place into a large entertainment venue.
For a moment, Yan Huailiu suspected that he was dreaming.
The Yuxu Sect's competition venue is rarely used because it is too large.
They only come here for large-scale occasions like the Immortal Sect Conference. Usually, the disciples go to the small competition platform on the other side of the square. This is the first time in all these years that it has been so lively.
There weren’t as many people at the last Immortal Sect Conference as there are now.
"...I'm sure everyone's tired of hearing the others, so this time I'll tell you about a new book, Yuxu Wild History!"
"Let me make this clear first. This booklet is limited in quantity and out of print! A lot of the content inside won't be covered, so... ahem, ten spirit stones per copy, first come, first served!"
Palace Master Murong started shouting without caring about his image. When he had received a lot of spirit stones, he found a booklet flying out of thin air. He glared at her and started to curse.
"Who! Do you have any morals at all? Why are you still robbing? How can we do business if everyone is like you?"
"Don't you understand the principle of paying first and then taking the book? Oh my, move aside, let me see who is so shameless... Ahaha, Sect Master Yan, why are you here?"
The group of people who were originally gathered together quickly dispersed after hearing the three words "Master Yan" and disappeared into the team next to them at lightning speed.
Even the two young disciples from Xuanyue Palace who were helping to collect the money quickly slipped away.
When he left, he did not forget to take off the robe with the Xuan Yue Palace logo, for fear of exposing his identity and being implicated.
Palace Master Murong was left alone to face it.
Yan Huailiu curiously opened the booklet, and when he saw his and Gu Xingyun's names in it, the corners of his mouth began to twitch.
I thought it was some unofficial history of their sect that leaked out, but I didn't expect it was made up by Palace Master Murong.
I read through it almost at a glance, and I have to say that Palace Master Murong's writing style is very attractive.
Just turning to the second page, the overly explicit text and the pictures that were so real that they looked like photos made Yan Huai blush instantly.
He forced his spiritual energy to cool himself down, slammed the book shut, and stared at the person across from him who was about to run away: "Palace Master Murong is really in a good mood."
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." Palace Master Murong looked embarrassed and tried to take back his book, but was avoided by Yan Huailiu.
"You're quite good at writing!" Yan Huailiu gritted his teeth. How come he didn't know that he and Gu Xingyun were playing such wild games?
Palace Master Murong was so frightened that he couldn't tell what was being said. He rubbed his stomach and explained, "Well, you have to have some explosive content at the beginning to sell it... Ah, I mean, I'm going to burn the book now."
Yan Huailiu snorted coldly, stuffed the book into his arms, and walked towards the table next to him.
Still want to destroy the evidence?
Just wait!
"Hey, Sect Master Yan, don't be angry..." Palace Master Murong muttered softly, "You haven't given me ten spirit stones yet. Ten spirit stones can buy a lot of things."
The young disciple who came out after confirming it was safe comforted him: "Palace Master, if you lose money, you can earn it again. Don't make a sound for now, otherwise Sect Master Yan will definitely take away all the spirit stones we earned when he comes to his senses."
Palace Master Murong covered his mouth and said, "That's right. Hurry up, go to the front and watch. Once Sect Master Yan leaves, come back and tell us. We can still sell it."
Yan Huailiu was angry alone, not knowing that Palace Master Murong still had the courage to continue doing this business.
This is too much. Not only do they write those things, but they also add pictures and dare to sell them!
Really... deserve to be punished!
"Okay! Beat him, Second Brother, beat him!"
A familiar voice sounded, and Yan Huailiu looked over curiously. On the center of the competition stage, Ling Xinghua was fighting fiercely.
The sword in his hand was so fast that only its afterimage could be seen. In the past year or so, he had also reached the Golden Core Stage.
Yan Huailiu found a place to sit down, a smile on his lips: "What do you mean by picking up disciples casually? All the ones I like are talented and intelligent beyond the ordinary."
It’s just that this fighting style seems a little unfamiliar and doesn’t seem like what he taught.
There were a bunch of people around, and Yan Huailiu was very natural in guiding his apprentice through voice transmission.
"Take a half step back, backhand, pick."
Ling Xinghua, who was fighting, suddenly heard his voice, was stunned for a moment, and was almost hurt.
Yan Huailiu clicked his tongue: "Focus."
I came here originally because of someone's instigation. I wanted to take the opportunity to vent my recent frustrations, otherwise I wouldn't be able to face the upcoming banquet properly.
Ling Xinghua didn't expect to receive guidance from his master. His mood calmed down and the expression on his face suddenly became much more relaxed.
Following Master's instructions completely, the battle was over in less than two minutes.
A large group of people were shocked.
"This...this progress is too fast, isn't it? During the Immortal Sect Conference, wasn't he unable to withstand even a single attack from the Golden Tiger? How terrifying! I thought only Gu Xingyun cultivated at such a fast pace, but I didn't expect..."
"I used to think Sect Master Yan's words about laying the foundation were nonsense, but I didn't expect that he could really teach his disciples better than us! Is it too late to send him to the Yuxu Sect now?"
"Wait a minute, if you change someone else, I won't believe it!"
After discussing for a while, the group pointed at Yu Ziheng and Chang Sui who were not far away and said, "I want to challenge them!"
Chang Sui smiled awkwardly: "I don't need it, right?"
Yu Ziheng stepped on the sword without saying a word, and waved at the man with a look of disdain: "Come."
When Ling Xinghua passed by him, he whispered a reminder: "If you hear Master's voice, don't panic, just do as you are told."
Yu Ziheng blinked, and in an instant, he put away his arrogance and became as obedient as a kitten.
He politely bowed to the person opposite him and said, "Senior brother, please teach me."
His expression changed so quickly.
He didn't want to leave any bad impression on his master.
Yan Huailiu only watched for a while, quickly found out Yu Ziheng's shortcomings, and gave guidance according to his habit.
Yu Ziheng played more happily, smiling the whole time, which made his opponent very angry.
In the corner, a cultivator sarcastically goaded City Lord Yu, "Hey, Ziheng is really amazing now, isn't he? Judging from his appearance, he must be close to reaching the Golden Core stage, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, at such a young age, his cultivation is almost surpassing your father's."
City Lord Yu's face turned pale and he didn't dare to respond.
"I heard there's going to be another happy event in Shuijing City? I wonder how many years of training City Lord Yu's other sons will have to take before they can match Ziheng."
City Lord Yu stood up and left, changed his seat, and looked at the smiling child in the middle of the venue with complicated eyes.
If I had known this kid would have such good fortune, I would have treated him better. Originally, they in Shuijing City could also...
Not far away, Yan Huailiu was in a good mood as he looked at Yu Ziheng, who had just defeated his opponent and was looking around, and raised his hand to greet him.
Yu Ziheng responded by jumping happily there.
"What are you doing here? There are quite a few people in the main hall, and only your eldest disciple is guarding there, and Xiao Baili won't help."
Yan Huailiu didn't even turn his head and made room for himself: "Sit down, I have something to ask you."
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