Chapter 107: The Four Factions' Meeting

  After a moment, responses came from afar, with one cyan smoke signal, one green smoke signal and one black smoke signal rising up respectively. It seemed that the distance was not too far from where Zhengyuan Sect was located.

  "With just one stick of incense, they will come." said Fan Yun.

  "I hope everything goes smoothly on this trip, Brother Fan. I don't know why, but I have a somewhat uneasy premonition, as if something is going to happen." Li Chen Dong furrowed his brow and said.

  Fan Yun's face changed slightly, and the immortal cultivator felt extremely sensitive. Even if it was just a premonition or a subtle feeling, it could foretell something, especially unease, which wasn't a good omen.

  "Taking disciples out, this is not good, still have to take care of them..." Fan Yun looked at the crowd of disciples and sighed slightly.

  The two fell silent for a moment.

  "Haha, Fan Yun, Li Chen Dong, I guessed it was the two of you leading the Zhengxuan Sect. Long time no see." Suddenly, a loud voice came from afar, laughing loudly.

  A burly man in his fifties and a middle-aged beauty in her forties, leading dozens of disciples, hastened from afar, clad in the attire of Zhengyi.

  Fan Yun and Li Chen Dong smiled and greeted each other, bowing their hands in unison: "Warrior Brother, Lady Sang, long time no see, is the Left Guardian of your esteemed household well?"

  Zhan Li was that robust and majestic man, his voice loud and clear, his personality also very bold and generous. He laughed and said: "Not bad, Left Shifu is still the same as before, let us pay our respects to your Zhengyuan Sect."

  Mrs. Na was a bit reserved, only smiling and nodding slightly at Fan Yun and Li Chen Dong, asking politely before falling silent again.

  Li Chen Dong and Fan Yun also knew that Mrs. Sang was naturally calm and didn't like to talk much, so they started chatting with Zhan Lie instead. The disciples of the two factions remained silent and followed their own faction's elders, occasionally stealing glances at each other.

  After a while, the Donghua and Yunling teams arrived almost simultaneously, with over 100 people gathering together, making the quiet forest suddenly lively.

  The two Donghua cultivators were a man and a woman, the man's name was Sun Ming Sheng, only in his thirties, his face was resolute, his eyes sharp as a sword out of its scabbard.

  The female immortal cultivator was even younger and had a lovely appearance, her name was Jiao Yunfei, she had an outgoing personality and chatted with everyone.

  Sun Ming Sheng and Jiao Yun Fei were also the youngest among the Dong Hua Pai's divine ability cultivators. Apparently, by sending out these two, the Dong Hua Pai also had the intention of having them bear the brunt.

  Other cultivators of the Mystic Realm couldn't help but praise the two for their youth and great potential.

  The two old men of the Yunling Sect were also cultivators of divine abilities. One was a tall and sturdy old man who called himself Xuán Líng Zǐ, with an aura that commanded respect without being angry. The other was a thin and gaunt old man named Jīn Dà Zhāo, resembling a withered bamboo.

  Eight cultivators of the Mystic Realm gathered together, took out a map, and discussed their route and itinerary.

  The four disciples were divided into four distinct camps, eyeing each other silently, their gazes scorching hot, a look that only appeared when one genius met another.

  Everyone is a post-heavenly six-bag disciple, and naturally they all have their own personalities. Even if nothing is said, there will be a competitive spirit, and they can't wait to find disciples of the same realm to try out their skills.

  Of course, there are also many disciples who don't bat an eyelid, with a calm and collected gaze, as if no matter how the surroundings change, they can't attract their attention.

  "Look, that disciple is the number one person of the Donghua Sect's later generation. He is also the tenth grandson of Sun Wukong and is said to be the nephew of Sun Ming. He has an extremely high innate talent and will soon enter the realm of divine transcendence."

  "Yes, that's Xie Tianfeng of the Yunling Sect, also a post-heaven cultivator at the tenth level. Unfortunately, he's getting on in years, probably over 40 already?"

  "What's good-looking about men? Only Yang Qianyun from the Orthodox Sect and Chen Qiushui from the Zhengxuan Sect are worth looking at, they're not only extremely beautiful but also have a profound cultivation base, it's really enviable."

  Everyone was whispering to each other in a low voice, although they were all disciples of the Sixth Heaven and above, but there were still five realms within the Sixth Heaven and above. The direction that everyone's eyes were most focused on was naturally the highest disciple of the four major sects.

  The male disciples all had a look of unwillingness to admit defeat in their eyes, thinking about how they could cultivate to the same level as Sun Huawen and Xie Tianfeng in the future, and also be so glorious.

  The female disciple looked at Chen Qiushui and Yang Qianyu with a mixture of envy and jealousy, thinking to herself that they were nothing special, just relying on their pretty faces. She automatically ignored the two women's cultivation.

  Even Xia Chen's heart moved slightly, looking towards the post-heavenly tenth-grade disciples of the three major sects.

  The four major sects are ranked, but their strengths are not much different. The tenth-grade disciples of the later generations are rare and only one person exists in each sect.

  Donghua's Sun Huawe was a man in his thirties, with a cold and stern face, seemingly unapproachable. He bore some resemblance to the divine cultivator Sun Mingshen. Amidst the gaze of so many people, Sun Huawe remained unmoving.

  A group of ignorant fools! Sun Hua sneered, with his keen hearing, he naturally heard the discussions of the crowd clearly, and a strong sense of disdain arose in his heart.

  Suddenly, a scorching gaze fell on him, although it wasn't as piercing as a thorn in the back, but still brought an astonishing sensation.

  "Huh? Which of the Ten Great Sects' disciples is spying on me?" Sun Hua was taken aback, turned his head to look around, but saw nothing. Xia Chen had already withdrawn his gaze and shifted it onto Xie Tianfeng instead.

  Xie Tianfeng was a man in his forties, with a wooden face and a rustic appearance, looking like a simple farmer, without any hint of anything out of the ordinary. However, as soon as Xia Chen's eyes swept over him, he suddenly turned his head around and flashed a smile at Xia Chen.

  His teeth are clean and tidy, shining like new, making people feel good.

  Xia Chen was slightly surprised and couldn't see that Xie Tianfeng's feelings were so keen. It really can't be judged by appearance.

  Then Xia Chen looked at Yang Qian again. He had just heard everyone discussing Yang Qian's beauty, and it seemed to be true.

  She is a stunning beauty, although not quite on the same level as Chen Qiushui, but still a top-notch beauty. With just one glance, she exudes an endless charm that is simply captivating.

  Moreover, Yang Qianyi has a great figure, with curves that are both delicate and alluring. A pair of slender and straight legs in pink, subtly visible under her long black skirt, is extremely charming. Her slim waist, which can be grasped by one hand, extends upwards to form a wavy and turbulent chest, making people's hearts beat non-stop at first glance.

  It's so big, it seems even bigger than Shījiě's... Xia Chen blinked her eyes.

  Yang Qianyi seemed to have noticed his gaze too, originally with a faint expression, suddenly turned her head and smiled sweetly at Xia Chen, instantly blooming like a flower, full of charm, leaving Xia Chen almost stunned.

  "Junior brother, what are you looking at?" Suddenly came Chen Qiushui's voice beside him.

  Xia Chen immediately woke up with a start, only to realize that he was sitting right next to Chen Qiushui, staring at Yang Qianyu like that, and almost drooling... but it wasn't very good...

  "Sister, I'll take a look around." Xia Chen said with an air of nonchalance.

  Yang Qianxi glanced at Chen Qiushui, her smile became sweeter, but there was no hint of a smile in her eyes. She turned her head and her expression returned to its usual calmness.

  "Really? Xia Chen, do you think Shizi is prettier or Yang Qianyu?" Chen Qiushui smiled slightly.

  Ah, found out by Shifu... Xia Chen's face turned red as he said, "Of course, Shifu is more beautiful."

  "Is that so?" Chen Qiushui said slowly and calmly, "If it's me who looks good, then why do you keep staring at her but not look at Shifu Jie?"

  "Summer dust smiled and said: 'Sister, I'm looking at her, but in my heart, I'm thinking of you.'"

  "You stinky brat, you're the only one who can talk like that." Chen Qiushui couldn't help but burst out laughing, and her heart felt warm and fuzzy, feeling very pleased.

  "She continued: 'You little stinker, don't be enchanted by Yang Qianyue. If I'm not mistaken, this is her cultivation method, which has an endless charm. Everyone who senses her presence has actually already stepped into the realm of imagination without realizing it.'"

  "Ah!" Xia Chen was greatly shocked, and only then did he wake up from his dream. He thought it strange that with his intelligence, when he had seen his master sister before, he hadn't been so discomposed, but now just looking at Yang Qianyu for a moment made him feel somewhat absent-minded. He couldn't help but develop some misgivings about Yang Qianyu.

  After a brief moment, the four factions of divine ability cultivators finished their discussion and set off collectively.

  Over a hundred horses and men marched for a whole day, and by dusk, they arrived at a vast and flat wasteland, preparing to rest.

  Disciples of various factions came to gather firewood and branches, burning a huge bonfire in the center, then sat on the ground in four directions, east, south, west, and north, looking quite neat.

  After dinner, eight divine transcendence cultivators chatted on the side, disciples of various sects looked at each other, and also became restless, getting up in groups of three or five to seek guidance and exchange ideas with other sects.

  Of course, they say it's to learn from each other, but in fact, everyone speaks with an air of superiority and a hint of provocation. The disciples are all proud and won't refuse.

  Dozens of disciples immediately walked to the bonfire and prepared to compete. For a time, the sound of shouting was endless, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

  Eight divine transcendence cultivators stood not far away, quietly watching without stopping them.

  The beast garden training is not just about fighting with underage demon beasts, but also the competition between disciples and various sects. Now, let the disciples experience it in advance, which will naturally only bring benefits. Anyway, they can guarantee that there won't be any danger while watching from the side.

  "Everyone, please stop for a moment, I have something to say!" Suddenly, a clear voice rang out.

  Everyone was stunned, and a slender book-like disciple emerged from the Yunling Sect, bowing to the crowd: "I am Zhang Xianyang, an eighth-level disciple of the Yunling Sect's later days, fortunate enough to meet fellow Taoists."

  It turned out to be a posthumous eighth junior... Everyone looked at him, no one spoke, quietly waiting for his next words.

  Zhang Xianyang said, "I didn't mean to overstep my bounds, I just think that our four factions are mutually honing each other, although it's very good, but the scene is a bit chaotic, so I want to come up with a rule, please ask everyone to refer to it, this way we can see more clearly."

  Everyone nodded in agreement, thinking that Xianyang's words made sense. Randomly crossing and trying out was indeed chaotic, so it would be better to set some rules.