Volume 3: The Great Merging Era Chapter 35 (2): Summer's Northeast Conference

  "The Northeast Conference, which has been held every 50 years for over 1,400 years, is about to begin." Lei Zhen poured himself a cup of tea, the tea was extremely clear, without any tea leaves or additives, and the aroma rose gently, reflecting Lei Zhen's complexion as clear as a mountain stream.

  "What a rare opportunity it is. Since that's the case, let's make a thorough conclusion at this Northeastern Conference and unify the cultivators of the Northeast." Lei Zhen said, her words filled with killing intent, yet without any hint of smoke or fire.

  "Moreover, things should be done step by step. Lin Qingxuan is a tough opponent, and since he has already made his statement, the Changbai Puppet Sect will remain neutral for now. Let's not bother with him for the time being and deal with these matters first." Lei Zhen's face broke into a faint smile: "Once the cultivators of the Northeast are unified, I'm afraid even the Changbai Puppet Sect won't be able to escape my palm."

  The girl stretched out her hand, a slender white hand that looked slightly weak, but had the power to turn the world upside down.

  At this moment, countless lightning bolts stretched out from the palm of the girl's hand.

  The purple electricity crackled, adding a few strands of mysterious flavor to this powerful girl. Could it be that this girl could manipulate the most violent force in nature - lightning?

  Of course, this dangerous atmosphere disappeared when Lei Zheng bit the bread: "I said, Di Yun, let you handle other small things, huh" It's clear that when biting the little bread, there was no time to think about these things.

  Mysterious, powerful, cruel, pure, cute, this is Lui.

  The Northeast Conference is about to begin, and the Northeast Xiuzhen world is once again bustling. After all, it's a 50-year-old Northeast Conference, old people are nostalgic, young people have never been before, this time they can go, naturally also very curious.

  At this time, in the Lin family's villa, Lin Xingbai was sitting and drinking tea. Because his luggage was very simple, he had already prepared it early. Chu Yuzheng and Qu Feiyan were still preparing their luggage, as they had a lot to pack for the little girl.

  A cruise on the high seas, or a continuation of the thousand-year-old Northeast Conference, this rare trip is not good enough to enjoy. Qu Fei Yan put her toy bear and other things in her luggage, it was really a big bag.

  Chu Yuqing's weren't simple either, Lin Xing had counted them several times, thirteen swords. Usually only seeing her wield the Sleeve Snow Sword, who would have thought that Chu Yuqing actually had all sorts of knives and swords, thirteen in total, though she had never seen Chu Yuqing use any other sword besides this one. This ice girl who loved her sword like her life, dedicated to the way of the sword for her entire life, because of these thirteen swords, her luggage wouldn't be any less than Qu Feiyan's.

  Of course, the three of them did not go directly to Bohai, but instead went to Jianfeng. In the outer city of Anyuan, there is a place called Yujianmen, where Chu Yuqing, as the female leader of Yujianmen, naturally had to go with her own sect to Bohai and attend the Northeastern Conference.

  Sword peak, sword pointing to the blue sky.

  When Chu Yu Qing arrived, everyone in the Yu Jian Men, big and small, knelt on the ground: "Greetings to the leader."

  Lin Xingbai stood with his hands behind his back, standing tall and proud, his clothes fluttering in the wind, making a rustling sound: "Pay respects to Mr. Lin." The people of Yu Jian Men, however, had not forgotten that at that time, Lin Xingbai single-handedly fought against the entire Yu Jian Men sect with great valor.

  That night, the blood moon was still hanging high, Lin Xuebai started from the foot of the mountain and killed Wang Leping, who had the upper hand. It can be said that Mr. Lin Xuebai is the second most famous person in this part of Northeast China recently, with Lin Qingxuan being the first.

  Bai Chui Lian, Zhan Lang Gongzi, one thirty-four years old, one forty-one years old, this kind of reputation is even higher than Lin Xingbai's. Of course, these people will not know that Lin Xingbai and Lin Qingkong are the same person, both are aliases of Lin Xingbai.

  "Get up." Chu Yuqing's voice was still icy, but as the female leader of the palace, although she was only a 14-year-old girl, every word she spoke had boundless authority in the Yu Jian Men.

  "Yes." The people of Yujianmen stood up one by one. For the time being, they stayed at Yujianmen and waited for the Bohai Northeast Conference six days later.

  On the top of the sword peak, there is a more open place with a new villa. This villa was specially prepared for the new head of Chu Yuqing. As soon as she entered, Qu Feiyan smiled and said: "Chu Yuqing, I didn't expect you to be so good at hiding things. Being a female head is quite impressive."

  Chu Yuqing didn't respond, placing the luggage bag to one side, which contained twelve swords. Adding the sleeve snow sword on his back, it made a total of thirteen swords. Moreover, given Chu Yuqing's extremely cold personality, not responding to Qu Feiyan was also quite normal.

  Chu Wenlou was overjoyed to see Lin Xingbai arrive, and he knew that this person was extremely formidable. So, he invited Lin Xingbai to give some pointers to the disciples of the Yu Jian Men. Lin Xingbai's strength was evident in his casual guidance, which was incredibly impressive and consisted of exquisite techniques.

  "The traditional move of the Yu Jian Men should be improved like this, instead of using three swords, use one sword, three swords are too cumbersome."

  "This sword move, here should be a detour, not directly stabbed." Lin Xingbai casually pointed out the shortcomings of the Yu Jianmen sword move, and then pointed it out. Those Yu Jianmen elders were initially disbelieving, how could the sword moves that had been passed down for thousands of years have problems?

  But after careful consideration, it really is that way. And the improvement method pointed out by Lin Xingbai, the god of death, is indeed very ingenious.

  Time passed quietly for another whole day.

  On this day, Qu Feiyan wandered around Jianfeng, while Chu Yuzhen focused on her swordsmanship.

  Lin Xingbai was reading a book and drinking tea until the phone rang.

  Lin Xingbai answered the phone, and on the other end was Cai Yiyin: "Master Uncle, this time I won't be attending the Northeast Conference on Bohai, recently an entertainment company found me and wants me to sign a contract, they're going to package me."

  Cai Yiy's greatest hobby is singing.

  Lin Xingbai replied, "That's fine too."

  Yes, it's good this way. If you love something, run towards your dreams. Working hard towards your dreams is a very happy thing.

  "Wish you success."

  "Uh-huh, I will, Master Uncle." Cai Yiyang clenched her small fist on the other end of the phone, giving herself a pep talk, and at this moment, her little face was extremely angry.

  I must become Asia's song queen in the future.

  After saying a few more simple words, Lin Xingbai hung up the phone.

  This night, countless cultivators did not sleep, all waiting for the arrival of the Northeastern Conference. A grand gathering that occurs once every fifty years, happening in this era of great upheaval, what kind of events will unfold is truly difficult to predict.

  That night, many people did not fall asleep.