A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

  This month, Mo Tian Ge devoted himself to cultivating and comprehending the formation method, occasionally coming out to take a look at the situation. The An and Huang families thought that each other was responsible for the trouble, and the more they investigated, the more they found out about the clandestine affairs between the two of them. They accused each other of instructing their juniors to seduce each others family members, but couldnt resolve the issue, so they resorted to private battles. As a result, both families suffered losses in the end, and their clans declined further. More than ten years later, the remaining cultivators of the two families fell one after another, and were thus removed from the Cloud Mist Mountains roster - of course, this is a story for later.

  Now, as long as it doesnt involve herself, Mo Tian Ge wont care how they deal with each other. These two families were originally like dogs biting each other and wouldnt let go of this opportunity to attack each other. She now has more important things to attend to, that is, the Yunwu Mountain Immortal Platform Conference has finally begun.

  At this time, the number of monks on Yunwu Mountain was several times more than usual. Firstly, many people came to attend the Xiantai Conference, and secondly, most of those who attended the conference were accompanied by others, either friends or elders.

  At dawn that day, Mo Tian Ge got up early and at the same time, Ye Jiang also stopped his treatment, packed up his belongings, and went together.

  This is the tradition of the Sendai meeting, just because of the trial in Sendai, life and death are not considered, so those who go to the trial will have relatives and friends following, if its really a dead body, the remains will be taken back by relatives and friends, if not, then it belongs to the door.

  The uncle and nephew followed the mountain road, flew to the mountain peak where Yunwu Pai was located, first went to register with the gatekeeper, got the token, and then entered with the second uncle.

  The young disciple guarding the gate took a closer look at Ye Jiangs foundation-building cultivation. It was naturally easier for foundation-building cultivators to join the sect, and it was also easy to bring their children or disciples in. Thats why there were only a few foundation-building cultivators accompanying them to the Immortal Platform Meeting. However, when the disciple saw Ye Jiangs age, he clearly didnt have much lifespan left, so he shifted his gaze away. It wasnt unusual for foundation-building cultivators nearing the end of their lifespan without hope of advancing to not want to join the sect. On one hand, the sect didnt want to accept them, and on the other hand, those foundation-building cultivators also didnt want to be restricted by joining the sect before they passed away in meditation.

  Today, Yunwu Pais mountain gate is crowded with people, just like a popular Taoist temple in the secular world. The mountain road is packed with people everywhere. According to Mochen Ges rough estimate, there are probably several thousand people. Among these thousands of people, even if only half of them want to go on stage, there are still over a thousand people, but the Yunwu Pai sect only recruits a few dozen people, which shows how fierce the competition is.

  As soon as you enter the Cloud and Mist Mountain Gate, there is a large square with an extremely large area that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. Behind the square is a magnificent palace, surrounded by clouds and mist, which indeed has a very fairy door feeling.

  At this time, ten arenas had already been set up in the square. Beside each arena stood several Foundation Building Cultivators guarding it, and there were also Qi Refining Cultivators registering here.

  The rule of this arena is that if you win more than ten people on the arena, you will advance to the next round. The next match will be the same, winning a certain number of people until only a few dozen people are left.

  Her second uncle had told her that the beginning and end were not good times to fight, as at the start there would always be people trying to get a head start on qualifying, and the top players hadnt yet entered the stage. At the end, many who had lost in other arenas would come to compete for their last chance, even going all out, and most of the casualties occurred at this time. So she decided to go up onto the arena around the middle period, thus avoiding both the beginning and end, which should make things a bit easier, and also less likely to run into desperate people.

  As the sun rises, several transmission talismans fly out of the grand hall and fall into the hands of the monks guarding the fighting stage. These monks receive the transmission talismans and announce that their respective stages are starting the trial.

  Each arena is a trial of its own, and everyone can go up once, so many people will first go up to an arena at the beginning. If it doesnt work out, theyll choose a weaker one to fight again. However, this rarely succeeds, as spirit talismans, ling stones, and other items will be depleted. How can a loose cultivator afford to waste their wealth like this? Even if they do have enough, theyll inevitably suffer some injuries in the process, making it much harder than the first time.

  Two people casually guarded a stage and watched. Soon they saw someone go on stage, a thirty-year-old man who had refined his energy to the ninth level.

  The rules of the Sendai meeting are that only those under 50 years old have the qualifications to sign up, because it is very difficult for monks over 50 years old to advance. Therefore, most of the people present were in their thirties or forties, and young people like Mo Tian Ge who were not yet twenty were not many.

  The robust man handed over the token to the monk in charge of registration and shouted, "Which fellow daoist will come up and give me guidance?" His voice was like a bell, and the people below heard it clearly.

  From the start, there were cultivators of the 9th layer of Qi Refining surrounding the arena, sighing in dismay. The 10th layer was the highest level of Qi Refining, and from the beginning, they were already at such a high level, how could those who had only reached the 6th or 7th layer not feel despair?

  However, there were naturally those who did not want to let it go at that. As expected, someone came on stage, first handed over the token, and then paid respects to the robust man: "This brother, I ask for your guidance."

  The two of them exchanged pleasantries for a while before each taking out their spiritual instruments and starting to fight back and forth.

  Ye Jiang shook his head and said, "Go take a look at another arena."

  Moy Tian Ge had no objection, the fighting method of these two monks on this stage was very common, she just had lower cultivation, but relying on her trusty Qingmu sword and Qingmu incantation, winning them wasnt difficult.

  The second arena was a showdown between two people, also using talismans. It was unclear where these two came from, but they were wildly throwing talismans at each other without asking for money, even more frantic than when she killed the monk from the An family.

  Moy Tian Ge thought for a moment, encountering such an opponent, besides throwing talismans like crazy, he really couldnt think of any other way. Using spiritual artifacts wasnt as quick as talismans, and incantations would consume spiritual energy. Whoever had more talismans was sure to win.

  The ones behind were all very ordinary, among them a boxing ring, Ye Jiang couldnt help but exclaim "huh".

  "Whats wrong, Second Uncle?"

  Ye Jiang looked for a while longer before shaking his head: "This cultivators spiritual energy is extremely pure and refined, he must either have a senior or be someone with a resolute will."

  The stranger looked at the stage and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s who had cultivated seven layers of Qi, competing with a young man in his early 20s who had cultivated nine layers of Qi. The middle-aged cultivator held a fan-shaped spiritual instrument in his hand, while the young man only had a defensive talisman slapped on his body. However, the young mans spells were fast and accurate, causing the middle-aged cultivator to be at a disadvantage. It was probably this young man that Second Uncle was talking about.

  Mo Tian Ge looked at it for half a day and couldnt figure out what was going on, so he said, "This person is just good at practicing magic."

  Ye Jiang smiled and shook his head: "This persons magic is quite ordinary, but his spiritual energy flows very quickly. Look at the time it takes him to cast a spell - almost no preparation is needed, and the spells come out one after another. Ordinary Qi-refining cultivators need a long time to circulate their spiritual energy before casting a spell, which is why talismans are faster than magic. But look at him, hes not much slower than using a talisman - this is the limit that a Qi-refining cultivator can achieve!"

  The strangers song was indeed so. This person used magic as if releasing a flying charm, one by one, making his opponent unable to parry.

  "Its not just a matter of seniority, but he must have deliberately practiced the circulation of spiritual energy and devoted a lot of thought to it. The fact that he can devote his thoughts to something that seems so useless, and for such a long time, shows that he is a person with a strong will."

  The song of the wild sky is deeply admired, not only for the willpower of this person, but also for the sharp eyesight of Second Uncle, who can infer the temperament of this young man just by watching him use magic quickly.

  The uncle and nephew looked around for a while before deciding on a place.

  "Lets stop here, you go next."

  Mo Tian Ge responded with a single word, focusing his attention on the martial arts stage where the competition was taking place.

  Its rare that the two cultivators on this stage are both young, only in their early twenties, and both have cultivated to the seventh layer of Qi Refining. One of them wielded a flying sword, while the other used a whip. The flying sword was a high-grade spiritual artifact, and the youth wielding it had a pure and refined aura. Gradually, the one using the whip could only defend himself, as the whip was only a mid-grade spiritual artifact and didnt dare to come into contact with the flying sword, and could only dodge and evade. Before long, the young man had no choice but to admit defeat.

  The young man who flew the sword smiled proudly and nodded his head, looking at the crowd below, as he heard the declaration of the winner by the foundation repair monk beside the arena.

  "Lets go."

  Moy Tian Ge nodded, leaped onto the stage, first exchanged greetings with the Jizhong Shushi beside him, then presented the token. After that Jizhong Shushi confirmed there was no problem, she clasped her fists at the young man: "I am Ye Xiao Tian, please instruct me."