Free Web NovelQingyuan Main Peak.
On the mountain path not far from the Council Hall.
"Young Master, Sect Master Shangguan sent for us to discuss matters."
The Helmsman bowed his head and said in a low voice.
"Qingyuan Sect, things have really changed..."
The Blood-robed Young Master of the Crimson Whale Gang looked down at the vast and misty Qingyuan Mountain Range, and suddenly sighed as if moved by a feeling.
"What aspect is Young Master referring to?"
The Helmsman was slightly puzzled.
The Gang Leader only said that he should show extreme respect to this mysterious Young Master, but did not reveal much else.
He naturally assumed that the other party might be a Young Master with a profound background from a major aristocratic family in the Eastern Wilderness, or a son of a powerful figure from another prefecture.
Listening to the other party, it seemed he had been to Qingyuan Sect before?
"In every aspect."
The Blood-robed Young Master walked ahead with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be in a good mood today and was happy to say a few more words:
"What do you think of the current Crimson Whale Gang?"
"Our Crimson Whale Gang has numerous Disciples, and our eyes and ears are spread throughout Ziyang Prefecture. Wherever the Crimson Whale ship goes, it commands the Jianghu, so it is naturally flourishing."
The Helmsman's tone barely concealed a hint of arrogance.
"Heh..."
The Blood-robed Young Master remained noncommittal and then casually said:
"How does it compare to the current Qingyuan Sect?"
"Not far off."
The Helmsman had a straightforward personality.
If one were to discuss Jianghu influence now, Qingyuan Sect couldn't even catch up to the Crimson Whale Gang.
It was only after seeing the many talents emerging from the Nine Peaks Martial Meet today that he gave the evaluation of 'not far off'; otherwise, it would have been 'hard to distinguish between equals'.
"What if I told you that in the past, any single peak of the Qingyuan Sect could have easily overwhelmed the Crimson Whale Gang with a flick of a finger?"
"This..."
The Helmsman was greatly shocked.
He had heard of the past glory of the Qingyuan Sect, but not to this extent.
Without waiting for his answer, the Blood-robed Young Master pointed casually:
"Look at these Nine Peaks of Qingyuan."
"Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Beast Taming, Scripture Cultivation, Discipline, Business, Planting—every aspect is complete."
"Tell me, which Sect in this world is so well-rounded?"
The Helmsman pondered.
All Sects in the world had their own focus.
Those skilled in Alchemy were generally known for Alchemy, and those skilled in Artifact Refining made their name through Artifact Refining; each had their own unique skill.
It was indeed rare to see a Sect like Qingyuan Sect, which delved into various Dao.
Was the Blood-robed Young Master talking about the secret to Qingyuan Sect's enduring prosperity?
But it didn't seem so.
"Welcome, I apologize for not coming out to greet you sooner."
In front, a giant man like an iron tower stood there, cupping his hands in salute.
It was Fu Tu.
Beside him stood the Ziyang Prefecture Lord and Elder Yin Hua Xuan of Zhenshou Peak.
"Having several people come to greet us is an honor for our Crimson Whale Gang; how can there be any talk of neglect?" The Crimson Whale Gang's Helmsman cupped his hands in return.
He was somewhat flattered, but seeing the Ziyang Prefecture Lord also present, he understood.
The several people walked together towards the Council Hall.
As soon as they entered the hall, they saw people from all the major and minor Schools.
Shangguan Wencang sat high in the main seat, still dressed like an old farmer. He was currently puffing on his dry pipe, his gaze sweeping over everyone through the smoke, exuding an Aura of profundity and steadfastness.
After everyone had arrived, he slowly spoke:
"You all should be familiar with the Rain Listening Pavilion's Wu Jian Trial."
"Not long ago, a Disciple from our Sect went down the mountain for duty and confiscated a Hall Courtyard Swallow."
As he spoke.
An iron swallow fell onto the long table with a crisp clink.
Many people in the hall frowned.
Every Wu Jian Trial inevitably caused trouble. Although it was an activity for the Rain Listening Pavilion to select and train assassins, it always caused considerable disturbances.
There were always many who wanted to fish in troubled waters.
"This is a matter I reported."
"Fu City is the throat of a prefecture and cannot be chaotic, so I ask for your assistance."
The Prefecture Lord stood up and said loudly.
Everyone nodded, all willing to help, and then looked towards the main seat.
Shangguan Wencang tapped his pipe, and slowly spoke:
"Our Qingyuan Sect will send several True Disciples, as well as an Elder, to assist."
"This... isn't the number too small?"
"Sect Master Shangguan, which Disciples and which Elder are you planning to send?"
The Confucian-robed middle-aged man from Burning Jade Forest spoke.
Shangguan Wencang glanced at him:
"As for Disciples, we'll choose the top few from the Nine Peaks Martial Meet. As for the Elder..."
"Shang Wu just volunteered to me."
Hiss....
A collective gasp sounded in the hall.
The Ziyang Prefecture Lord's expression froze.
Shang Wu was much more frightening than the Wu Jian Trial.
......
In the afternoon.
The Nine Peaks Martial Meet continued as scheduled.
Li Mo had just met Wang Hao in the cafeteria; the specific details won't be elaborated on, as they were quite typical.
In short, it was:
"Have you seen Black Hand?"
"Don't let me meet you on the arena, or I'll definitely pull out your Chixiao Sword!"
That was roughly the gist of it.
Li Mo noticed that Wang Hao seemed quite eager for the Chixiao Sword, but the other party didn't seem to be skilled in sword arts?
And guess what happened.
In the afternoon's drawing of lots, the first pair to clash was them.
"Inner Sect Disciple Wang Hao, against True Disciple Li Mo of Qunyu Peak!"
Qian Bufan read out the two waist tokens, his voice exceptionally loud.
Wang Hao was considered among the top eight, the Disciple closest to the high standards of previous Nine Peaks Martial Meets, and his Realm could also be said to be among the highest in the Martial Meet. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Most Disciples in the Guan Shen Realm had already exceeded the age limit.
Not to mention Guan Shen, even the Xuan Dan Realm was extremely rare in the Martial Meet.
"Heh heh..."
Wang Hao landed heavily on the arena, his Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm Aura fully displayed, his arrogance soaring.
He looked at Li Mo with cold eyes, his fists clenching with a grinding sound.
Across from him, Li Mo also walked onto the stage.
The atmosphere of the entire venue began to heat up slightly.
Seeing Wang Hao's appearance, he looked as if he wanted to devour Li Mo alive.
This time, there was no way to use connections, right?
Li Zhenchuan, whose opponents had consecutively conceded three times, would have to make a move this round.
Moreover, to outsiders.
Wang Hao was in the Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm.
Li Mo was only in the Qi Blood Realm.
The difference in Realm was a bit too great.
On the high platform.
The Elders also lowered their gazes, pondering slightly.
They didn't doubt Li Mo's combat power, but this Wang Hao was a whole level higher than Li Mo.
It was a bit like a big bully a small one.
"It's not easy to fight."
"Ying Bing, by activating her astonishing Bloodline, could fight an Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm with Qi Blood Perfection."
While the Elders were discussing.
Shang Wu's gaze fell on Li Mo. It had been a long time since she had paid attention to her Baby Disciple's progress.
But she always had a kind of inexplicable, unknown confidence, always feeling that...
Her Baby Disciple had a great advantage?
"Li Shidi is awesome! Go, Li Shidi!"
Xiao Qin shouted loudly.
Beside him, Lin Jiang and Murong Xiao were a bit embarrassed. Xiao Qin's shout just now made the three of them the target of everyone's attention.
Xiao Qin even turned back and asked:
"Why aren't you guys shouting?"
"Brother Li will definitely win, so... we probably don't need to cheer him on, right?"
Lin Jiang whispered.
"This is too attention-grabbing."
Murong Xiao wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
"But if we don't shout, how will everyone know we didn't fix the match?"
Xiao Qin's words awakened them.
The two leaned back slightly, a flash of lightning suddenly crossing their minds.
So.
"Brother Li is mighty!"
"Brother Li will win!"
When three people shouted together, it didn't seem so embarrassing anymore.
