The venue for the competition was a full circle, and the stands were divided into twelve parts. In addition to the spectator seats for the three sects and seven schools, there were also places reserved for independent cultivators and elders from each school.
As for the ten sect leaders, they have their own exquisite terrace, equipped with matching tables and chairs made of century-old velvet wood, and the finest blood ginseng tea.
Due to Jin Nanfeng's rigorous nature, Jixue Valley was the first to arrive among the three sects and seven schools. Tu Nian followed the team and took a seat. He found that when the various sects were still entering, the ten seats on the terrace had already been occupied by ten powerful people who were enough to shake the entire world of immortal cultivation, and the order in which they sat was also very particular.
Among the seven sects, Nie Yanchen sat together with Xue Shiqian, the leader of the Bihai Sect, as usual, and they formed a wing with Yuzhe; then came Tianyin and Shennong, the two Buddhist sects; needless to say, the two female leaders of Baihua and Danyang had a very close relationship, and they were discussing something with each other, and from time to time they would chat with the other leaders and sect heads.
The head of the Silver Moon Hall, one of the three sects, is aloof and isolated, occasionally chatting with the head of the Misty Rain Pavilion. He'll respond to requests for conversation. As for the man from the Underworld Tower, the current head of the Gong family, Gong Huaisheng, while ruthless and vindictive, is also adept at joking and laughing, a true laughing tiger.
In short, no matter what, when the leaders of the three factions and seven sects get together, they appear to be in harmony.
"If you ask me, it's Yuqing's generosity. Look at our treatment, it's much better than what Mingdaolou prepared last time."
On the terrace, Danyang's leader, Taishu Linglong said so.
Gong Huaisheng, who was compared to them, did not seem displeased. Instead, he smiled faintly and was the first to agree, "The number one sect in the world, it should be so."
Yu Zhe couldn't help but respond with a calm expression, "You two are joking. Master originally wanted to catch up with the other sect leaders during this competition, but unfortunately, he was ill and unable to do so, so he had to stay at home to recuperate. He couldn't come, so he asked me to take care of these empty spaces to make up for it."
Nan Ziyan, the head of the Misty Rain Pavilion, smiled softly, her eyebrows raised, and she covered her lips with her hands. "Look, Yuzhe is so well-mannered, even calling himself a junior to us. Brother Liao is old enough, and changing the dynasty is just a matter of a word. It's okay for you to get familiar with it first. Can we still make a fuss with you? Yanchen, don't you think so?"
Nan Ziyan's words were obviously meant to cause trouble.
Speaking of age, the leaders of the Bihai and Shennong clans were much older than Yuqing's, but she chose to single out Yuqing, dragging Nie Yanchen into the mix, and especially bringing up Liao Xianli. Who among the ten people present didn't know that Nie Yanchen's master was murdered by Liao Xianli?
However, the incident was not provoked after all. The reason was simple: Nie Yanchen was dozing off and didn't hear anything at all.
But Xue Shiqian was close to him, and even though he knew that Nan Ziyan was making trouble out of nothing, he couldn't pretend not to hear it. In desperation, he could only pat Nie Yanchen, who was dozing off beside him.
"Hey, I'm calling you."
"Um?"
Nie Yanchen responded sleepily, then glanced at the others before looking away and stretching. "Sorry, I haven't gotten up this early in a while, so I'm a little dazed. What did you say?"
Nan Ziyan drooped her eyelids and said listlessly, "It's okay."
Without the excitement of a sudden conflict, what's the fun in making up for it later?
Everyone knew her quirk. When they saw her leaning back in her chair and poking Pei Xuancheng of Yinyuetang with her nails, they knew that she had lost interest and would not participate in any other topic for a while.
Jiang Jingyi of Shennong didn't let his words fall on the ground. He stepped out to smooth things over naturally, "Just now I mentioned that you've been living in seclusion in the snow for many years, yet you came up with such a strange trick to participate in this competition. I guess you've prepared something and are planning to make a splash, right?"
Nie Yanchen laughed, "Not really. The kids in the sect had never seen the world and were clamoring to join in. I couldn't persuade them, so I just let them go."
Everyone laughed.
Jiang Jingyi stroked his beard and smiled, "It seems like something your sect can do."
"Speaking of being prepared," Tianyin's Zhong Ming said, looking at Yuzhe, "I heard that there's a gifted swordsman in Yuqing who's only fifteen years old and has already broken through to the Golden Core stage?"
For a moment, except for Zhong Ming himself, Nan Ziyan, Nie Yanchen, Yu Zhe, and of course, the indifferent Pei Xuancheng, the expressions of the other five clan leaders were very vivid.
Fifteen Golden Pills, what does this mean? A genius from heaven!
Baihua's Lou Tianhe was the first to lose patience and asked, "Venerable Yuzhe, are you serious?"
"More than that," Nan Ziyan said lightly before Yu Zhe could reply, "That child is not only Yu Zhe's direct disciple, but also has a mutant wind spirit root. His cultivation is the result of his own hard work. He is completely different from those who rely on natural resources and treasures to cultivate."
Zhong Ming's words might have been hearsay, but once Nan Ziyan spoke, no one doubted the authenticity of the news anymore.
The intelligence network of the Misty Rain Pavilion was impeccable. As long as Nan Ziyan dared to speak out, it was a done deal.
As a sect that had lost its winning streak to Yuqing in the previous competition and was preparing to make a comeback in this one, Gong Huaisheng lowered his eyebrows and took the lead in attacking, "Venerable Yuzhe, you are very capable."
Yuzhe still had that calm expression. "My beloved disciple is still young, and his mind is still weak. He can't stand too much discussion. Saying 'hide' is too heavy."
While these two were fighting secretly, Xue Shiqian was already frightened and upset. He wanted to find someone to relieve his mood, but when he turned around, Nie Yanchen still looked listless.
"You don't know about this too, do you?" Xue Shiqian asked.
Nie Yanchen shook his head, "I don't know."
"Then why are you so calm?"
"Because there is another piece of news you don't know."
"What?"
Nie Yanchen smiled but said nothing.
Xue Shiqian frowned and said, "Don't keep me in suspense, tell me now."
After laughing twice, Nie Yanchen sent him a message.
"Tu Nian has also broken through to the Golden Core stage..."
All I can say is that as leaders of a number of sects, no matter how shocking the news is, they cannot delay the progress of the competition.
As the competition venue was packed, Yu Zhe was going to speak as the representative of the winning sect from the previous competition. Everyone's discussion had to be put on hold for the time being. After all, this competition had just begun, and the gifted child would not be able to escape the opportunity to perform. If you had anything to ask, just go and see for yourself.
In the stands, the disciples of the three sects and seven schools had all taken their seats, and the seats for independent practitioners were also full. Even those who couldn't find seats didn't leave, but stood at the connection between the stands. In short, the entire arena was packed with people and very lively.
Tu Nian was sitting in the snow-covered stands and saw many familiar faces, especially Bi Hai who was sitting next to her. When Fang Yuan came with a group of disciples, he came over to say hello to her.
"You know Bi Hai's senior disciple!?" Not to mention being shocked, Song Chengming's jaw dropped.
"We have a slight acquaintance."
Tu Nian said it casually, then looked up and saw a figure descending from the terrace. He quickly called out to him, "Look, the jade is broken out."
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