After the personnel dispatch was completed, all the members of the Snow Valley took off into the air on their swords under Nie Yanchen's command. In an instant, the sky was lit up with more than ten sword lights of different colors, flying neatly in the same direction. The scene was magnificent.
From Tu Nian's first-person perspective, it seemed that his own sect was not that bad. Although it was a bit poor, it had some class and was not necessarily worse than other sects. However, after the team had walked for a while, the atmosphere seemed to be a little off, and the pace was unexpectedly slow.
"Don't you think it's a bit too quiet?" she asked Song Chengming behind her.
"Really? I didn't notice."
The other party answered quickly, but his tone was a little weak. Tu Nian was puzzled and glanced back at him, only to see that his face was very stiff.
What's going on?
Tu Nian was puzzled, but before he could ask, Nie Yanchen, the leader of the team, suddenly turned his head. He glanced at the team and quickly pointed out a few people. "You, you, and you, you're holding your arms so tightly, who are you trying to strangle? Quickly release the force, don't delay your sword control."
Tu Nian was slightly startled, then immediately understood.
Many of the young disciples in the sect were flying swords for the first time. Some of them were curious, but most of them were afraid and felt insecure, so they didn't care when pulling others.
The old disciples who controlled the swords were not afraid, but it was difficult for them to maintain their balance as they were clung to them like octopuses. It was tiring just to avoid the swords falling and people dying, let alone chatting and speeding up.
But grasping the key is one thing, but being afraid of such things is not something that can be overcome just by saying so. Just look at the reactions of these disciples after Nie Yanchen finished speaking. They pretended to be calm in fear, but the strength in their hands did not decrease at all, and even showed signs of getting worse, causing several old disciples to almost flip over their swords.
Tu Nian originally thought Song Chengming was okay, at least he didn't hold her back, but after Nie Yanchen finished speaking, her waist sank. She looked down and realized, well, this guy wasn't up to par either.
Tu Nian smiled helplessly and was about to comfort him, but when the words came to his lips, his mind turned and an interesting idea came to his mind.
"hiss."
When the man tried to push her again, she gasped and said, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. If you're so rude again, I'll kick you off."
Song Chengming immediately shrank back upon hearing this, and changed the force from his palms to his ten fingers pressing against her waist, but he did not move his hands.
"It's just a touch, it won't cost you two pieces of meat." He muttered.
Tu Nian turned his head to the side and looked at him unkindly. "I'll just count to three."
Song Chengming curled his lips but still didn't let go.
Tu Nian raised his eyebrows, "Three——"
"Dear sister, please help me, or I'll feel dizzy."
Song Chengming surrendered, begging for mercy with tears in his eyes. Tu Nian smiled maliciously, "Why, are you afraid of heights?"
Hearing that her tone was not right, Song Chengming immediately grabbed the material of her waist vigilantly, "What are you doing? I'm warning you, don't do anything rash... Ouch!"
With a sideways slide, he threw most of Song Chengming's body to the side, then turned back to catch him. Listening to the other party's frightened and miserable screams, Tu Nian laughed while stepping on the sword.
The noise he made attracted most of the attention in the sect. Chu Qiurong also looked in the direction of the sound and saw Song Chengming leaning against Tu Nian's back with his arm half around her waist. Her brows immediately twisted into a knot.
"Mr. Song, where are you putting your hands?"
With a mournful look on his face, Song Chengming retracted his arm from around Tu Nian's waist and said, "It's unfair. It was clearly Tu Nian who was trying to scare me. I was just trying to protect myself. How could you take sides, Senior Brother?"
Tu Nian naturally didn't let him take the blame, and grinned at Chu Qiurong as he said, "It's his first time flying a sword, just for fun. Who knew he was so timid."
Everyone laughed.
"Junior Sister..."
Chu Qiurong was concerned and confused, thinking she was covering up for him, but Nie Yanchen understood Tu Nian's intention and tried to smooth things over. "It's a rare opportunity to go out, so let them make a fuss if they want. Just don't fall behind. Otherwise, if people mistake you for a casual cultivator, I won't help you pay for the entrance fee."
"I promise not to worry Master."
Tu Nian continued with a smile, as skilled as if he had practiced it a thousand times.
“But I’m really a victim…”
"I know, I know."
Tu Nian's perfunctory response to Song Chengming caused another burst of laughter.
Song Chengming's protest continued, but unfortunately, under the deliberate guidance of this master and disciple pair, both his weak protest and Chu Qiurong's bewilderment were eventually drowned out by the laughter of the disciples.
After this little episode, everyone's attention was distracted and the fear faded. Without their interference, Yu Jian's old disciples naturally relaxed a lot.
Many people realized the cause of the joke belatedly and looked at Tu Nian with gratitude.
The journey after that was smooth. It took them less than an hour to reach the Three Emperors Well before noon. After Nie Yanchen explained his identity to the guard at the door, the guard quickly took out some small silver-gray tags from an exquisite box and distributed them to everyone in the Snow Valley.
Holding up the sign, Nie Yanchen explained, "This small sign represents your status as a member of the Snow Valley. With this sign, you can freely enter and exit the Three Emperors Well and our clan's exclusive residence. Similarly, only those who possess this sign are eligible to participate in the grand competition, so everyone must keep this sign safe."
Wow, room card plus ID card.
Tu Nian picked up the small gray card, looked at it from front to back, and then looked at it in the sunlight. Apart from the three words "Snow Valley" and some simple patterns engraved on it, there was nothing special about it.
As for the material, it is neither jade nor metal, and although it will not deform, it feels soft to the touch and does not feel like an ordinary object.
"Is this thing the same for all sects, or is our sect the only one that uses this gray one?"
Song Chengming looked at it for a while, but couldn't figure out what it was, so he asked her.
Tu Nian put the small card into the mustard seed and shook his head to indicate that he didn't understand. The two of them stopped studying it and followed the team into the Three Emperors Well.
The grand competition is held every three years and is truly the top event in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
At this time, not only all the major sects will be present, but also many independent cultivators and powerful people in the world will come to watch, and many shops will be opened due to this.
The people from the Snow Valley were obviously late. When they entered the Three Emperors Well, the streets, big and small, were already crowded with people. Among the crowd were disciples of various sects wearing different Taoist robes, as well as many casual cultivators in ordinary clothes. The crowd was endless as far as the eye could see.
The people from the Snow Valley were obviously late. When they entered the Three Emperors Well, the streets, big and small, were already crowded with people. Among the crowd were disciples of various sects wearing different Taoist robes, as well as many casual cultivators in ordinary clothes. The crowd was endless as far as the eye could see.
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