"This child is invincible below the Condensing Pulse stage, but when encountering a true genius of the Condensing Pulse stage, it's useless." The green-robed martial artist said indifferently. This person was named Jiang Lansword and was the direct descendant of Jiang Yu, the founder of the Sword Sect. He was also the second genius of the Seven Mysteries Valley Sword Sect, aside from the sect master's personally taught disciple, Jiang Bocloud.

  Jiang Lansword's cultivation had already reached the peak of Condensed Pulse, and such strength was also considered top-notch in Qixuan Valley.

  "When one's sword energy reaches the highest realm, it can cut through nothingness, including obsession, vitality, and demonic thoughts. Of course, this also includes soul attacks, and even his thunderous powers. Even if he has the same level of cultivation as me, he is completely no match for me!"

  "Soul attacks, after all, are not the right way. At first, they have a strange effect and strength grows rapidly, but when you reach a higher realm, it's just a waste of energy. Putting in too much effort will only limit your own strength."

  Jiang Lansword silently drank his wine, and his words of criticism had a hint of pointing to the mountains. The purple-robed man laughed loudly, knowing that Jiang Lansword's vision was extremely high, and the techniques and methods he criticized were rarely wrong, even the Sword Sect Master couldn't help but praise his insight.

  "A disciple of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, how can you compare with me? If they were able to enter the top hundred, it would already be a great honor. If they were lucky enough to enter the top fifty, that would be like their ancestors' tombs emitting green smoke. Although soul attacks are not the orthodox way, they're still better than those unorthodox techniques."

  Jiang Lansword no longer spoke, for the warriors of the thirty-six countries, having a set of moves that can be brought out is indeed much stronger than not having any, even if it's not the right way.

  "Let's go, He Huan Zong is the shortest. Ouyang Ziyun has suffered a great loss this time, his brother Ouyang Zifeng will help him take revenge, this young man has gotten into quite some trouble."

  ……

  When Lin Ming and Ouyang were fighting, Long Yun had already taken the Blood Essence Stone Milk to replenish his energy and woke up just in time to witness Lin Ming defeating Ouyang Ziyun.

  After learning that Lin Ming was from Tianyun Country, Long Yun felt a mix of emotions. The Sixteen Families of the Martial World were renowned for their abundant resources and independent legacies, and they looked down on others. As the best of the Dragon Family, Long Yun had never expected to be defeated by a genius from Tianyun Country today. What was even more unacceptable to him was that his opponent's cultivation was actually lower than his own.

  "Thank you all, I am Long Yun, 31st generation disciple of the Long family." Long Yun stepped forward and bowed his fist in gratitude.

  The ancient Xiū Wǔ family, accustomed to introducing themselves as which generation of disciples they are, is also a way to show off the family's heritage. Many martial artists delay marriage and childbirth until their 30s or 40s in order not to hinder their practice, resulting in families that can pass down to the 31st generation of disciples with at least a thousand years of history.

  "Tianyun Guo Lin Ming." Lin Ming politely stated her name and sat back in her seat. Qin Xuan naturally served Lin Ming a bowl of dragon bone soup, for her, Lin Ming's victory was simply a matter of course. Not to mention Lin Ming, even Ling Sen would have easily defeated that Ou Yang.

  Long Yun suddenly noticed Qin Xuan, whose mid-term cultivation of tempered bones contrasted with her tender and beautiful appearance, which shocked him greatly.

  The girl in front of me looks like she's fifteen or sixteen years old, but her cultivation is so high. What kind of talent does she have?

  If there's no special opportunity, I'm afraid it'll be a sixth-grade talent.

  Is she also from Tianyun Country? When did Tianyun Country produce so many geniuses?

  Several people behind Long Yun also noticed Qin Xuan, Lin Ming had been in the southern border for several months and had grown up, his face was angular and had a sharp and hidden temperament, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was seventeen years old, but Qin Xuan still had some childish features, they were only at the Qi Refining stage when they were of the same age as Qin Xuan.

  Especially the girl behind Long Yun, when she saw Qin Xuan, a sense of inferiority arose in her heart. The two girls met, and their comparison was not only about strength and talent, but also about appearance.

  She was defeated in every aspect, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of regret in her heart, thinking that she shouldn't have come here in the first place.

  Long Yun concealed his shock and smiled at Qin Xuan, probably in less than five years, this girl would be famous throughout the thirty-six countries.

  Seeing the other party smile, Qin Xuan only nodded politely, with an expression of no intention to deepen their relationship. Long Yun could only bid farewell.

  "Brother Lin, if you're going to Huoluo Country, come visit me at the Dragon Family. My Dragon Family is located on Longluo Mountain, which is on the border of Huoluo Country. Farewell."

  "See you again."

  Several hours later, Qixuan Valley Huanyang Sect ——

  The mountain peak where the Hehuan Sect is located has lush vegetation and fragrant flowers all year round, thanks to the sect's founder, Ouyang Xun, who spent a great deal of effort setting up an array at the foot of the mountain to block the invasion of cold air from the high mountains.

  Just this formation alone consumes over ten thousand Pure True Origin Stones every year, enough to bankrupt a large family in a small country.

  Entering the Huixian Peak, there are not only birds singing and flowers fragrant, but also beautiful female Taoist priests can be seen shuttling in the flower clusters, charming and lovely, a beauty that is hard to take in.

  Qī Xuán Gǔ has the most female cultivators among all sects, but it's not Qín Zōng which is dominated by females, but rather Hé Huān Zōng.

  The Huixiang Sect has an average of three to four female companions for every male disciple to practice together.

  These women, some of whom were coerced, but most of whom were willing, practiced the Harmony Sect's techniques. Although these techniques benefited men more, if performed correctly, they would also benefit women. Therefore, some female disciples who only had a four-product innate talent and had no chance of entering the Seven Mysteries Valley were willing to enter the Harmony Sect and cultivate the "Harmony God Technique". At least with the sect's help, they had a great hope of entering the Condensed Pulse stage before their beauty began to decline, or even the Acquired Stage.

  This way, they can have dozens of years of extra youth, always staying at the most beautiful time in life. This is a fatal temptation for many beautiful women. Many of them come from large families of the thirty-six countries, and their status may not be inferior to that of Bai Jingyun and Murong Zi in Tianyun Country. If Bai Jingyun had not refused to submit to death, she would have entered here and become one of them.

  A few female cultivators who had just entered the Condensation stage were gathering in the mountains, celebrating their newly acquired decades of youth. Most of them were around twenty-five or six years old, which was the most enchanting time for women. Due to their good maintenance and nourishment from various spiritual elixirs, their skin was smooth like water, looking no different from girls in their early twenties.

  Just as they were celebrating, several Huhe Zong disciples hurriedly carried a person up the mountain. The person's face was pale and his whole body convulsed, as if he had contracted rabies.

  "That person who was trembling, seemed to be... Ou Yang Zi Yun?" A woman suddenly recognized Ou Yang Zi Yun. As one of the few promising disciples of the Huixian Sect, these female cultivators gave him extra attention. If they could serve a genius like him well, they would naturally get more resources, and if they were lucky, they might even receive some spiritual pills or medicines that would be enough to help them break through the Condensation Period. For these women, the toxicity of the pills was not a concern; as long as they could break through the Condensation Period, it didn't matter how poor their combat skills were.

  "It's really Ou Yang Zi Yun, heaven, how did he end up like this." Another woman covered her mouth, recently the He Huan Sect seemed to have been having some things happen, a few days ago, Elder's nephew Ou Yang Di Hua was killed, and now just a few days later, Ou Yang Zi Yun was beaten like this.

  As they spoke, a middle-aged man and a young man flew down from the mountain, obviously having received the news in advance to come and greet them.

  The middle-aged man took one glance at Ouyang Ziyun's appearance and immediately knew his situation. He had been attacked after barely managing to unleash the Purple Flame Bone Spear, suffering a backlash that left him in this state. Without at least ten days or half a month of rest, he wouldn't be able to recover.

  So, General Tong will not be able to participate, which is a significant blow to Ouyang Ziyun. The middle-aged man frowned and said, "What's going on?"

  This man is Ouyang Wenchong, the father of Ouyang Ziyun. He is a senior elder within the sect and one of the seven elders with the surname Ouyang. They are all direct descendants of the sect's founder, Ouyang Xun. Firstly, they have a solid foundation within the sect and receive more resources. Secondly, their inherited talents are mostly better than those of other disciples, so their chances of breaking through to the Innate stage are relatively higher.

  Several junior disciples of the Huanyang Sect were oppressed by Ouyang Wen's aura, and they suddenly felt a heavy sense of oppression. They didn't dare to make false reports, and trembled as they recounted what had happened.

  The young man beside the middle-aged man heard a few people's words, and his eyes flashed with light. "Familiar with soul force attacks, and also has the ability to control a small amount of thunder, can instantly kill martial artists of the same rank, invincible below the condensation period?"

  These few disciples of the Huanyuan sect, in order to shirk responsibility, called Lin Ming's victory over Ouyang Ziyun as "invincible below the Congming period". In their opinion, Ouyang Ziyun was already rare to have an opponent below the Congming period.

  "Hmph, the world is so big, who dares to claim invincibility below the Condensing Pulse stage?" The young man let out a cold snort, disbelieving. He was Ouyang Ziyun's older brother, Ouyang Zifeng, with cultivation at the initial stage of Condensing Pulse.

  "A warrior who knows the Soul Attack, with an absolute difference in strength, is not enough to be feared. I will defeat him on the martial arts arena and make him pay a painful price."

  "Uh, try to stay within the rules and don't stir up controversy." Ouyang Wenrong also wanted Ouyang Zifeng to take a stand for his younger son, otherwise this unspoken grievance would weigh on Ouyang Ziyun's heart and affect his cultivation.

  "Don't worry, Dad, I understand."

  On the fifth day of Qinzi's arrival at Tianxuan City, the General Assembly of Wujing officially began. A total of 520 disciples from the seven Xuan regions, 36 countries, 16 Xiufamily families, and the Seven Xuan Valley General Sect gathered in the Tianxuan Mountains, waiting to enter the mountain gate.

  Among so many young talents, Lin Ming was not particularly eye-catching. Although a few days ago, he had caused quite a stir in the Southern Huabiao building, compared to those mid-term and late-term geniuses, he could only be considered a small talent worth paying attention to, and did not cause widespread discussion among people.