Chapter 40: The Guest Arrives

  "Hmph, the Xuan Dao Sect always puts on this show, cheating my Heng Yue Sect and having no mountain-protecting spirit beast! His grandma's, I'll definitely take down that spirit beast when I have the chance, let them show off again!" Another master uncle said in a low voice, his eyes fixed intently on the centipede.

  The sect leader let out a cold snort, and a purple sword light shot out from his body in an instant. It shook the sky, suddenly grew larger, and finally transformed into a giant purple dragon that coiled above the Hengyue Sect, letting out a loud roar at the centipede.

  The centipede stopped immediately and didn't dare move forward. At this time, a long laugh came from the centipede.

  "Huang Long, this Purple-Yue Xianjian indeed contains the Dragon's Soul. Now that I've seen it, it's true. Friend, the 20-year deadline is here again. This time, if my Xuandao Sect wins again, your Hengyue Sect must keep its promise and not only return the 137 treasures you snatched from us back then but also offer 200 flying swords as a gift of apology!"

  The sect leader's expression remained unchanged, unable to discern any joy or anger, and said calmly: "Ouyang Daoist friend, if our Xuan Dao Sect wins this time, the promise made in the past will naturally be fulfilled. However, if we lose, don't be reluctant to give us your Xuan Dao Sect's method of controlling spiritual beasts!"

  As they spoke, the purple dragon slowly dissipated and transformed back into a purple flying sword, returning to the hands of Huang Long, the sect leader.

  The centipede began to move slowly again, hovering in the air above the Hengyue Sect for a circle before slowly falling down. The inner disciples involuntarily retreated far away, clearing out an empty space.

  The many masters and uncles looked at each other with furrowed brows, glaring angrily at their respective disciples.

  After the centipede fell down, it lay motionless on the ground. Dozens of people jumped off its back, except for three old men, all the others were young.

  The people of the Xuan Dao sect have both men and women, and it's not clear if they're doing this to provoke the Heng Yue sect. They know that the purple-robed disciples of the Heng Yue sect are rare, so all these people wear purple robes. What also catches the eye of all the inner disciples of the Heng Yue sect is that these people, whether male or female, are all exceptionally good-looking, with the men being handsome and elegant, and the women being beautiful and stunning, really eye-catching.

  Especially the man and woman in front, the man's appearance is extraordinary and full of masculinity. His sleeves fluttered, his long hair danced in the gentle breeze, a precious sword was slung over his back, its tassel flying high, making him look even more majestic and refreshing! In an instant, he completely captivated several female disciples inside the inner gate.

  The woman, dressed in a purple robe, was stunningly beautiful with hair like a waterfall and phoenix-like eyes and cherry lips. Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a captivating intention, even Wang Lin couldn't help but feel his heart beat slightly faster after seeing her. He was shocked at the bottom of his heart and looked deeply at this woman before quickly collecting his thoughts.

  As they gazed at the disciples under their gate, one by one, they all showed a look of infatuation. Some seniors couldn't bear to watch and were furious in their hearts, letting out a low shout: "When did the Xuan Dao Sect start practicing such inferior seductive techniques? It's really too despicable!"

  This low shout immediately woke up all the inner door disciples, and one by one they revealed their surprised faces.

  One of the three old men burst out laughing and said, "This must be Daoxu Zhenren, I am Qin Gulei. Take a closer look at my two disciples, they haven't cultivated any seductive techniques, but are born with a single water spirit root. I observe that none of your Hengyue Sect's disciples have such a spiritual root, they all have complex five elements, no wonder you can't see it."

  All the seniors of the Hengyue Sect had uncertain expressions, and after a long time, the sect leader Huang Long Zhenren's expression returned to normal, without revealing any clues, and changed the subject, saying: "Fellow Taoists of the Xuan Dao Sect, rest in our sect for now, and we will formally exchange ideas in three days, is that okay?"

  Ou Yang nodded with a smile and said, "Very good, my Xuan Dao Sect has been on good terms with your sect for many years. These exchanges, although each have their own bargaining chips, but also don't want to hurt the harmony."

  Among the many seniors in the Hengyue Sect, an old man walked out. His face was full of wrinkles and looked somewhat listless. He chuckled and said to Old Man Ouyang, "Ouyang Dao friend, it's been twenty years since we last met, do you still remember your old friend?"

  Ouyang laughed and said, "I saw you earlier, Song Daoyou. This time, no matter what, I must have another drink of your fine wine. Last time, I didn't get enough, you were too stingy, just bringing out one jar!"

  Song Shibo smiled and said: "It's not that I'm being petty, it's just that Old Man Ouyang is too scary when he drinks wine, no matter how many jars there are, they're never enough."

  The two of them were talking, and the other two old men from the Xuan Dao Sect also found people they knew, as if they had forgotten their unpleasantness earlier, and started chatting with each other.

  Talking about the interesting things in Zhao Guo's real world, it also made the disciples of the two factions open their eyes.

  For example, a disciple from Wu Feng Valley got the gatekeeper's daughter of Piao Miao Sect pregnant. The sect leader of Piao Miao Sect went to Wu Feng Valley for justice and ended up bringing back an infant.

  For example, Tiandao Sect had a disciple who betrayed his sect and joined the Huanyuan Sect. The disciples in the sect who were close to him secretly tasted the sweetness and one by one betrayed their sect, angering the elder of the Tiandao Sect to issue a sect-extermination order.

  Or perhaps some genius would be born, and after several months, the Supreme Elder of the Piaoyou Sect, a master of the Golden Elixir stage and a True Person of Non-Action, would celebrate his birthday. Various sects that had good relations with him would send people to congratulate him, and so on.

  Wang Lin listened for half a day and gradually formed a vague impression of the Zhao State's Cultivation world. Just then, he suddenly felt someone paying attention to him. He turned his head to look and saw that the single Water Spirit Root girl from the Xuan Dao Sect was smiling at him faintly.

  Wang Lin nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze, and secretly warned himself in his heart. He didn't think he had such great charm that he could stand out among many disciples.

  Liu Mei, as a top-notch inner disciple of the Xuan Dao Sect, had great confidence in her innate charm. Usually within the sect, few peers could resist her, but just now this seemingly ordinary young man was the first to regain his senses. This made her somewhat surprised and she couldn't help but take a few more glances at him. However, no matter how she looked, he was only at the third layer of the Condensation stage, without any extraordinary features.

  While the seniors were chatting, the disciples of both sides also sized each other up, preparing for future exchanges and tests. The disciples under the Xuan Dao Sect's gate mostly couldn't see their true strength, as if a layer of invisible fog was covering them, hiding their actual cultivation.

  Wang Lin was also quite surprised, and his interest in the Xuan Dao Sect rose by a few points. It was clear that each of them possessed some kind of magical technique similar to concealment, but it was obviously much more advanced than concealment.

  Most of the disciples of the Hengyue Sect focused their attention on that one man and woman, each with their own thoughts. However, Wang Lin noticed a strange phenomenon - these people seemed to show a hint of respect towards a middle-aged man standing at the back, as if they were trying to conceal it from view.

  With a profound gaze, Wang Lin looked at the person, then withdrew his eyes, lowering his head in silence.