Chapter 18: The Four Great Geniuses Reveal Their Splendor!

  "Ah!"

  "Ah!"

  A burst of piercing whistling sounds came from the sky and suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

  Mo Bei subconsciously raised his head and looked over, his eyes immediately frozen in place.

  At the edge of the sky, a bright spot suddenly appeared, two bright spots, three bright spots... countless, too many to count!

  Like the countless stars in the sky on a clear day.

  These countless rays of light transformed into countless colorful shadows, rushing in at incredible speed from the edge of the sky, constantly expanding!

  In a few breaths, these countless light spots floated in the void above their heads, transforming into huge flying boats!

  Some are ferocious and unmatched, some are light and elegant, some are as huge as mountains, and some are like flat boats!

  One after another, countless! Endless and boundless, covering the sky and earth as they come!

  Blocking out the sky and covering up the sun, they rushed forward in a frantic scramble, almost filling up the entire firmament.

  A grand and majestic scene, leaving everyone in awe!

  "So many airships, so many disciples!" Niu Deng was shocked, looking at the dense airships floating in mid-air, his face changed: "I don't know how big this competition will be!"

  Ye Qinghong nodded slightly, smiled faintly, revealing half a bright and shiny tooth, and took over the conversation: "This is natural, who doesn't want to enter Tai Xuan Sect, who doesn't want to attain Tian Dao, become a true immortal?"

  "Ah, I don't know if I can pass the subsequent assessment." Niu Deng furrowed his brow, looking worried and anxious, seeing so many people made him somewhat uneasy and doubting himself.

  "Brother Mo Bei will definitely be fine!" Ye Qinghong turned her head to look at Mo Bei, smiling and laughing with joy.

  Mo Bei couldn't help but smile, reaching out to mess up Ye Qinghong's green silk hair, causing the latter's cheeks to flush instantly with a hint of shyness.

  Niu Deng took the opportunity to tease, laughing slyly: "Look, look. Ever since the hero saved the beauty, he's won her heart. Ah..."

  He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, rubbing his face with a look of desolation: "Why is it that I, a handsome and talented young man, can't seem to catch the eye of any female cultivator?"

  As they spoke, more than a hundred airships had slowly descended and landed at the foot of the mountain.

  Countless young men came down from the flying boat and filled the entire platform.

  At first glance, it was a sea of people, with countless heads packed tightly together, creating an impressive and spectacular scene!

  There are twenty or thirty people on one ship. At a glance, there are more than two hundred flying boats. I'm afraid there are more than four thousand people this time!

  Wow, this is really awesome!

  Mo Bei's gaze swept through the crowded streets, his mind racing with thoughts, his heart secretly shocked.

  Among these people, Mo Bei and his group immediately dispersed.

  This place is very spacious, with over 4,000 young people here, but it seems like there's still a lot of empty space left. Mo Bei strolled around casually, taking in the sights for a while, and after scanning the area for some time, he gradually noticed that something was off about this place.

  Among the more than 4,000 people, they seemed to be standing in a disorderly manner, but in fact, several circles were faintly divided. In the center, there were about twenty or so young men and women, all dressed in bright clothes, looking at each other with familiarity, standing together and chatting freely, as if no one else was around.

  On the periphery of these twenty or so people, there were about forty or fifty others standing around, all roughly the same age. However, it was clear that these young men on the outside looked at those in the center with a different attitude, one that was somewhat fawning and fearful. Some of them were even ordered around by the boys in the center, but they ran errands for them willingly, without any sign of resentment.

  Apart from this, in a larger circle on the periphery, the young people here seem to be quite unfamiliar with each other, rarely talking to others, occasionally seeing one or two young people who seem to be open-minded and looking for someone to talk to, but they are also few in number.

  Mo Bei's gaze fell on a blue-clad youth in the center of the crowd.

  The square was crowded with people, very congested. But around this famous young man, it was extremely spacious, leaving a large space. The surrounding young men deliberately kept their distance from him, clustering around him, as if chasing stars and moons, with a respectful expression on their faces.

  That young man's face was handsome, but between his eyebrows, he inadvertently revealed a hint of arrogance, with eyes raised high, his chin slightly lifted, and his nostrils facing the sky, looking rather domineering.

  Mo Bei and the other young people who came here together all left, only Niu Deng, Ye Qinghong, and Long Haitian did not leave. The four of them formed a small circle!

  "Who is this?" Mo Bei spoke in a low voice.

  Ye Qinghong whispered: "This person is called Ji Wubing, from the Ji family of the Seven Cattle Sect, known as the number one swordsman, far surpassing his peers, one of the four great geniuses!"

  "One of the Four Great Geniuses?" Long Hao Tian was shocked, staring at Ye Qinghong in astonishment: "That kid is so formidable?"

  Mo Bei furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice, "What's this about the Seventh Ox Clan?"

  "Qīniú Shìjiā," Ye Qinghong murmured for a moment, then continued in a soft voice: "This Tai Xu Sect is too complex. Internally, the power is divided into five ridges and twelve peaks. The major authority of the Tai Xu Sect is controlled by the five ridges in rotation, while the twelve peaks are subordinate branches. Apart from them, there are some immortal families who refer to themselves as 'one elephant, seven oxen, thirteen dogs, and seventy-two mice'."

  "These seven clans, namely Ji, Fang, Chen, Sun, Liu, Wu and Zheng, are incredibly powerful!" Ye Qing said resolutely.

  Long Haitian couldn't help but say, "Our Long family is one of the seventy-two mice!"

  "Never thought that the Tai Xuan Sect's power family would be so intricate and complex." Mo Bei's gaze changed, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, as if thinking deeply, nodding slightly.

  He was also quite surprised at first, but after thinking for a moment, he felt that it was nothing.

  Although Tai Xuan Sect is a major cultivation sect with exquisite swordsmanship, after all, they are not immortals and cannot avoid being worldly. What about the real immortals then?

  Perhaps the struggle for power and profit among immortals is even more severe than in the mortal world!

  It seems that wherever there are people, there is a world of its own, and there is always a struggle for power and profit. This sentence is really true.

  Since ancient times, human hearts have been the hardest to fathom!

  While Mo Bei and the others were staring at Ji Wu Bing, Ji Wu Bing's gaze was fixed on a white-clothed youth about thirty zhang away from him.

  The young man in white was also staring at Ji Wubing, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and profound, his gaze like a torch, the bright blue eyes sparkling like crystal, with flashes of light passing through from time to time, and a faint, confident smile playing on his lips.

  His side was also surrounded by young men. They were clustering around him like stars and moons; the difference was that the sons who surrounded the white-clothed youth looked at the white-clothed youth with eyes that flowed not with fear, but with boundless reverence, even frenzy! Spontaneously clustering around him, protecting him!

  Two people stared at each other.

  The two people's gazes seemed to collide in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere. The atmosphere between them continued to escalate, neither side willing to back down, constantly comparing and trying to outdo each other!

  Sharp words were exchanged!

  "This person is one of the four great geniuses of the Tai Xu Sect this time, Fang Luo You! He's also a member of the Seven Cattle Worldly Family!" Ye Qinghong explained in a low voice.

  Fang Luo You and Ji Wu Bing were both known as geniuses of the Tai Xu Sect, but they had always been at odds with each other, their contradictions running very deep!

  "But Fang Luo You is still slightly better than Ji Wu Bing! He has a super strong intuition, and his understanding of sword intent is far beyond what Ji Wu Bing can match! Moreover, he is kind to others and very righteous!"

  Ye Qinghong clenched her small fist and said, "Once, a young master of the Fang family was injured by a young master of the Ji family. Fang Luoyou was furious and killed his way into the Ji family to demand justice. He severely injured that young master of the Ji family, who couldn't get out of bed for several months, and it was all done in front of Ji Wubing."

  "And then," Ye Qing's eyes gleamed: "The contradictions between the two families became more and more intense, with both sides coming and going! Fang Luoyou flew his sword to deliver a letter, inviting Ji Wubing to a duel at Taixu Peak. But in the end...Ji Wubing was afraid and didn't dare to accept the challenge."

  From then on, Ji Wubing and Fang Luoyou became sworn brothers.

  Just then Mo Bei was listening carefully.

  "Master Fang."

  A sound as sweet as heavenly music slowly rose from the crowd, interrupting Mo Bei's thoughts. The voice was sugary and soft-spoken, like giving someone a piece of candy, making people feel comfortable and having a magical power.

  Among the crowd, a pink-clad girl with braided pigtails hugged a red cloth doll and bounced out.

  The woman's skin was as white as condensed fat, smooth and delicate, with a hint of red beneath the surface, shining brightly; her slender figure swayed gently like a willow branch, her eyebrows were like distant mountains with a hint of melancholy, her cherry lips were full and plump, and in her lively eyes, there occasionally flashed a hint of cunning.

  "Master Fang, Master Fang." The girl in pink clothes jumped and skipped to the front of Fang Luo You, lightly hugging his arm, shaking it back and forth, puffing out her cheeks, raising an eyebrow, innocently pouting her small mouth, revealing a hint of discontent: "I just looked for you for a long time, but couldn't find you."

  Her coquettish demeanor, with every gesture and movement, reveals a hint of playfulness and cuteness, yet without being overly affected, evoking a sense of fondness and indulgence.

  "It's her again..." Ye Qinghong rubbed his forehead weakly, his tone somewhat helpless.

  "Who is she?" Mo Bei asked curiously.

  Ye Qing's mouth twitched as she said helplessly: "It's her, Chen Qingzhu, one of the four great geniuses."

  "The four great geniuses, Chen Qingzhu?" Mo Bei was astonished and couldn't help but take another two glances at Chen Qingzhu.

  "That's right." Ye Qinghong nodded solemnly, emphasizing each word: "Mo Beige, don't be deceived by her appearance. This little girl looks cute and harmless, but in reality she's cunning and always gets the better of others, never giving anyone a chance to take advantage of her, and what's more..."

  Yeh Qinghong's tone paused for a moment, and after a brief silence, he continued: "I also heard that Chen Qingzhu has an extraordinary talent, and in fact, among the four great geniuses, his cultivation is the highest!"

  Mo Bei raised an eyebrow and stared at Chen Qingzhu for a while, then suddenly looked up at Ye Qinghong: "How are you so familiar with the Tai Xuan Sect? You seem to know all the forces like the back of your hand?"

  "Ah...... that...... I also heard it from someone else." Ye Qing's face turned red, revealing a hint of panic, stuttering for half a day.

  Seeing her unwillingness to say more, Mo Bei also reined in his thoughts and stopped asking.