Chapter 705 Xuanmen Conference
Feng Yin was sitting bored on the stone steps of the Tianyi Sect's mountain gate when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck, startling him so much that he almost rolled down the steps.
"What the hell!"
He looked up at the sky and saw a clear blue sky without a single cloud. Where did the thunder come from?
Feng Yin felt a little uneasy and ran quickly towards the secret hall.
Turning around the corridor, I saw Si Ling's small figure standing outside the hall from afar. The little girl's silver hair was like a waterfall, gleaming in the sunlight, and her unfocused silver eyes were "looking" straight at the sky.
"Young Sect Master, that thunder just now..." Feng Yin stepped forward quickly.
"The destined day is about to come..."
Si Ling's voice was clear and ethereal, but it made Feng Yin shiver for no reason.
Feng Yin looked in the direction she was facing. The sky was still clear blue, and there was nothing unusual to see. But maybe it was a psychological effect, Feng Yin always felt that something was going to happen.
Si Ling turned around and faced the secret hall door:
"Master is about to come out of retreat."
As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of light passed by the door of the secret hall, and Yun Qingqing walked out slowly, her face calm, but with a hint of unnatural paleness.
"Senior Yun, are you okay?" Feng Yin's heart tightened.
Si Ling stepped forward and took Yun Qingqing's hand, frowned slightly, and a light flashed at his fingertips, transferring some spiritual power to her.
"Master is injured... You read the fortune, didn't you?"
"No problem." Yun Qingqing held her little hand, stopping her from continuing to transfer spiritual power, and smiled calmly, "Get ready, the Xuanmen Conference is tomorrow, we will set off early tomorrow morning."
She turned to Fengyin again:
"Aren't you going back to the sect and leaving with them?"
Feng Yin chuckled:
"I've already sent a message to Master. He and the others have already obtained the qualifications to attend the conference. I'll just meet up with them when I get there."
"But speaking of the qualifications for attending the conference..." Feng Yin paused, slapped his thigh and said, "You haven't applied to the Merit Hall, right? It seems too late now! What should we do..."
The clouds are clear and calm:
"Don't worry about that. I've asked Elder Tianshu. Besides applying for conference qualifications through normal channels, there's also a 100% guaranteed method."
"One hundred percent safe?" Feng Yin was stunned.
He had met Elder Tianshu of the Seven Stars Hall once. As one of the five permanent organizers of the Xuanmen Conference, since the people from the Seven Stars Hall said so, it must be true.
But he was still curious:
"What's the solution?"
Yun Qingqing smiled slightly:
"Kick the door."
Feng Yin:?
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February 2nd, Tianyu Mountain.
As the territory of Zhengyang Sect, this sacred mountain is particularly lively today.
For thousands of years, the Xuanmen Conference has been hosted by the five top sects in turn. This time it is the turn of the Zhengyang Sect to take the lead. In front of the mountain gate, the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect wearing white robes with gold patterns are arrogantly checking the guests from all directions.
"Bixiaomen arrived——"
As soon as more than ten monks in indigo robes arrived, they were stopped outside the mountain gate.
The leading deacon elder hurriedly took out the standard token - a gilded black iron token with the words "Xuanmen Conference" engraved on the front and a uniform cloud pattern on the back.
"Hmph, a third-rate sect dares to join in the fun." The leading gatekeeper disciple Sun Zhiyuan snorted coldly.
The expressions of the people in Bixiaomen changed, but they dared not say anything. They could only bear it and wait for him to slowly take the token, look at it over and over again, and then lazily waved his hand to let him go.
"Sunset Valley to—"
A group of female cultivators came gracefully, and the purple-dressed woman in the lead just handed over the token.
Sun Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, and when he took the token, he touched the purple-clothed woman's hand.
"You..." The purple-clothed woman's eyebrows were raised and her face flushed red. She was about to explode when the older female cultivator next to her secretly pulled her back and shook her head at her.
Sun Zhiyuan felt proud and looked her up and down a few more times before letting her go.
After the group walked for a while, the purple-robed woman gritted her teeth and said:
"How dare this short fat guy take advantage of me! Senior Sister, if you hadn't held me back, I would have taught him a lesson!"
The older nun sighed:
"What can we do? They are from the Zhengyang Sect. It's important for us to enter the mountain gate. We must not cause any trouble here."
The purple-clothed woman snorted angrily, and the group walked away.
"Red Flame Villa to--"
As soon as the bearded man and his men approached, Sun Zhiyuan frowned.
"Red Flame Villa? Wasn't it promoted to a second-rate sect just last year?" He deliberately raised his voice. "Give me the token so I can take a closer look. There have been quite a few forgeries lately."
The big man was angry but dared not say anything. He could only hold his breath and hand over the token. Sun Zhiyuan pretended to check it for a long time before he curled his lips and let him go.
In the distance, a group of monks in gray robes were nervously queuing up.
They are a newly established small sect called "Qingsong Temple" and they had finally managed to gain the qualification to attend the conference.
"Master, why are those people checking so strictly..." the young disciple asked in a low voice.
The old Taoist sighed:
"The Zhengyang Sect has always been like this. Among the five major sects, they are the most snobbish, and yet there are few sects in the entire Xuanmen world that they can look up to."
Sure enough, when it was Qingsong Temple's turn, Sun Zhiyuan didn't even glance at them:
"What kind of idiot sect dares to come here? Bring me the token!"
He roughly snatched the token and deliberately weighed it in his hand. "Could it be fake?"
The old Taoist priest smiled and said:
"Senior brother, you're joking. We got this from the Merit Hall..."
"Do you need to tell me?" Sun Zhiyuan interrupted with a sneer, "Is it true that I can't see?"
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion on the mountain road.
Sun Zhiyuan looked up and saw the teleportation array not far away light up, and a group of people emerged from the array.
He immediately straightened his robe and stuffed the token back into the old Taoist priest's hand:
"Hurry in and don't block the way!"
The Taoists of Qingsong Temple breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into the mountain gate.
Sun Zhiyuan put on a fawning smile and greeted the new group of people.
"The Tiangang Sect has arrived—"
The leader was wearing a dark robe embroidered with sharp golden lightning patterns. From a distance, it seemed as if there was a faint flash of lightning flowing around him.
"Oh! Sect Master Lei's presence truly brings honor to our humble home on Tianyu Mountain!"
When Sun Zhiyuan saw the person coming, he took two steps at a time and walked forward, bowing deeply.
Lei Wanjun nodded lightly, his eyes like lightning sweeping over the people in front of the mountain gate. Many monks from small sects lowered their heads involuntarily to avoid his sight.
After all, this is the Tiangang Sect, the most difficult to mess with among the five major sects, and it has always been on good terms with the Zhengyang Sect. How could a small sect like them dare to get involved with it?
Seeing this, Sun Zhiyuan flattered even more vigorously:
"Lei Zongzhu's cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable! With you in charge of this Xuanmen Conference, those people from the Seven Stars Hall and the Tianxuan Sect probably don't even dare to raise their heads!"
Lei Wanjun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a proud smile.
"The Seven Stars Palace is nothing but a bunch of unorthodox methods that can only show off their power. As for the Tianxuan Sect..." He snorted coldly, "They are just a bunch of hypocrites who can only talk big."
Sun Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Sect Master Lei is absolutely right, they are nothing in front of the Tiangang Sect!"
Lei Wanjun was obviously quite pleased with it, and casually threw out a token that was shining with light.
Sun Zhiyuan hurriedly caught it and said loudly: "Tiangang Sect, please enter the mountain gate——"
After the Tiangang Sect's group entered the mountain gate in a mighty procession, Sun Zhiyuan straightened up, the flattering smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he resumed his arrogant look. He turned around and scolded the monks from other sects who were still queuing:
"What are you looking at? Hurry up, don't waste time!"
The team began to move forward slowly again.
After a while, the teleportation array lit up again.
Sun Zhiyuan immediately put aside the other sects and cheered up to meet the enemy.
The Zhengyang Sect only set up a final teleportation formation in front of the mountain gate, saying that it was for the convenience of various sects to use when they came to attend the meeting. In fact, only those large sects with extraordinary strength were able to set up the initial formation and teleport directly over.
So when they saw the formation light up, the disciples of Zhengyang Sect naturally treated it with caution.
A group of people walked out from the light of the formation. Sun Zhijian's eyes lit up when he saw the slim figure of the woman in the lead, but he was stunned again when he saw her face clearly.
Why is it her?
The corners of his mouth twitched and his face immediately turned gloomy.
At the same time, a tall man behind the woman said loudly:
"Tianyi Sect has arrived—"
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