Chapter 93
Lingyin Valley: Where are the flyers, the advertisements, and the channels to join?
Five days later, at the Martial Arts Arena of the Holy Ming Sect.
The disciples from each sect stood in neat rows, their robes fluttering and their backs straight.
Looking around, major sects from the five continents—east, west, south, north, and center—emerged, each with several elite disciples hovering in the air, either on swords or magical artifacts.
Above the square, on a high platform, sat the patriarchs of various sects.
Various magical artifacts shimmered with spiritual light, emitting magical radiance. Among them, several figures had blurred faces, concealed by special means.
However, among this group of ethereal and powerful beings, there were a few exceptions.
Those were the people from Dragon Island, and Shen Shu'an.
Xuan Yi sat at the very front of the Dragon Island position, leaning against the dragon-patterned chair, with Uncle Wu standing beside him.
Long Yunmei leaned against a jade lotus artifact behind her with a smile, while Long Yan sat cross-legged on the jade leaves beneath Long Yunmei's jade lotus, looking smug.
What amazing magical artifacts do we physical cultivators have? Xiaomei has those, isn't that enough?
As for Shen Shu'an, he stood between the Holy Bright Sect's patriarch and Dragon Island.
The light from the sword reflected in the girl's eyes and brows, revealing her outstanding character. The wind blew and fluttered her snow-white hair. It seemed that there was no one behind her, but in fact, there were many people standing behind her.
Mingyan glanced at Shen Shuan, then at the others on Dragon Island, and secretly measured the distance between them.
With a satisfied smile, he ventred, "Hmm, two feet here, two and a half feet there. It seems An'er still has her heart set on the sect!"
Long Yunmei met Ming Yan's gaze. Although she was puzzled, she smiled slightly, feeling extremely satisfied.
He thought with satisfaction, "An'er still leans more towards Dragon Island. It seems her heart is still with Dragon Island!"
So, the two of them smiled and nodded at the same time, "Not bad, not bad."
At this moment, Shen Shu'an looked at the familiar crowd below, smiled smugly, and greeted each of them with her eyes.
Shen Shuan: (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥
Everyone: "..."
Everyone: (⁰▿⁰)
Cai Wanli looked up at Shen Shuan and exchanged glances with Hu Xiaotian and the others.
No, we're all participating disciples, so why are you up here and we're down here?
"Today, the 'Friendly Match' jointly hosted by our Holy Bright Sect and other major sects officially begins!"
Seeing that all the sects had arrived, Lord Xujing waved his hand again, speaking succinctly and to the point.
After saying that, she instantly returned to the high platform and silently sat on her divine mirror.
However, she glanced at Shen Shu'an a few more times as she passed by. This was Shu Ling's disciple.
Rumor has it that her talents are terrifyingly extraordinary, and even though she was busy with sect affairs, she had heard a little about it.
However, thinking of Yun Shuling, who was still in seclusion, Xu Jing frowned slightly.
Below, Qiao Pingsheng quickly placed the weapon onto the fighting arena, his mouth silently chanting incantations beneath his black robe.
"Sister, do you think Brother Qiao did damage Fellow Daoist Xie's teeth?"
Shen Shu'an descended on his sword and landed beside Shen Wanqiu, where they sat down together in the viewing area of Qiao Pingsheng's arena.
"Uh... this..."
Shen Wanqiu found the question difficult to answer; in the past, she could have easily given a negative answer.
But nowadays...
Shen Wanqiu looked at Qiao Pingsheng on the stage, dressed in a black robe, and holding the "Complete Collection of Forbidden Spells" in his hand. She silently took out a handkerchief and pressed it to her forehead.
She silently hoped that she wouldn't face Qiao Pingsheng in the final.
At the same time, Xuan Yi glanced at the Soulfire that had somehow appeared beside the girl and closed his eyes.
However, he had no choice but to get up and leave the platform, and come to Shen Shuan's side.
Sensing Xuan Yi's arrival, Hun Huo and Shen Shu'an turned around together.
"Xuan Yi".
"I...you've come! I knew I'd come! You and I..."
"Um."
Xuan Yi nodded to Shen Shu'an, then reached out and grabbed the noisy soul fire in his hand.
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shu'an looked at Xuan Yi, feeling a sense of bewilderment.
Friend, why are you raising your hand out of the blue? Say hello?
Well, as long as you look alright, that's fine.
After Xuan Yi received 500 points of reluctance in his account last time, Shen Shu'an tried to subtly inquire, but couldn't get any information out of him.
The original book only mentions that Xuan Yi went to the Underworld for the Nine Nether Yin Water, without writing a single word of specific details.
But Shen Shu'an knew Xuan Yi's personality. After her reminder last time, if Xuan Yi still had the idea of going to the underworld, then he would probably have no choice but to go.
But he didn't say anything, and she didn't dare to ask, so she could only observe his expression every day.
Seeing Shen Shuan staring intently at him, Xuan Yi's soul fire subtly turned a little red, but Xuan Yi remained unfazed.
"Shen Shuan, the competition is about to begin."
He said calmly, looking at the two people on the arena ahead, and sent the soul fire in his hand back into his body.
Shen Shuan said "Oh" and quickly turned around.
As soon as the outer defensive array of the arena was activated, before the elders of the competition could even speak, Qiao Pingsheng immediately began to cast ten sets of defensive spells.
"Golden Body Technique!" "Iron Armor Technique!" "Spirit Veil Barrier, Purple Celestial Shield, Starry Sky Shield!"
"Ice shield, fire shield, wind shield, here we come!"
In an instant, the elders of the competition, the crowd below the stage, Shen Shu'an, and Shen Wanqiu were all speechless.
Only Xuan Yi nodded slightly in approval.
This fellow Daoist Qiao is indeed as experienced as he is.
On stage, Xie Qingshao: "???"
Xie Qingshao looked at Qiao Pingsheng, who was shrouded in layers of magical light and was no longer human-like, and her hand, which had just touched the strings of the magical instrument, suddenly trembled.
No, isn't this Holy Son of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion known for his high-profile and arrogant behavior?
After arriving at the Holy Bright Sect, he did nothing but wander around with the sect's disciples, and occasionally placed bets on himself at gambling dens.
Why are you so cautious as soon as you step into the ring?!
This intelligence is incorrect! Tianji Pavilion, you're liable for compensation!
After casting thirty layers of defensive spells on himself, Qiao Pingsheng finally let out a long breath, and the anxiety in his heart eased a little.
He glanced at Xie Qingshao, who stood there with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, and inwardly sighed, "I never expected this Goddess Xie to be so upright, not even taking the opportunity to attack my genitals?"
On the high platform.
The patriarch of Lingyin Valley twitched at the corner of his mouth, and so did the patriarch of Tianji Pavilion.
One was angry, while the other was barely able to suppress his smile.
After several days, Guan Xuanzi, who had successfully left Jishetang, was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly as he watched Qiao Pingsheng's actions below.
Ah, how I miss it! Sure enough, even though my disciple has changed a bit recently, he still retains the caution in his bones!
Guan Xuanzi stroked his beard, his face radiant, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
On the stage.
Looking at Qiao Pingsheng, who was facing layers of magical light, he began to take out various strange materials in preparation for casting a spell.
Xie Qingshao felt a chill run down his spine, as if a great terror was about to befall him, and even his teeth started to ache again.
Xie Qingshao steeled her resolve and quickly began to gently pluck the strings of her zither.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious zither melody rang out, with invisible sound waves rippling outwards. The sound was gentle yet spread rapidly at an imperceptible speed, breaking through Qiao Pingsheng's external magic layer by layer.
Listening to the melodious piano music, Shen Shuan was captivated and unconsciously immersed in it.
But just as her consciousness was becoming somewhat hazy, Shen Wanqiu gently placed her hand on her shoulder.
"An'er".
"hiss!"
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
Shen Shuan and Yuanyuan came to their senses at the same time, feeling a wave of fear, which was terrifying.
Shen Wanqiu looked at the person and bird who had suddenly come to their senses and said gently, "An'er, the Spirit Sound Valley specializes in attacking the soul and will. Once you become addicted, the music will never stop, and your soul will never return."
Shen Shuan suddenly looked up and looked at the crowd around her, and was shocked to find that quite a few people had blank stares.
She suddenly looked up at the stage, stunned: "A group attack on a sound cultivator, causing damage to both their soul and mana, and with additional negative effects?"
"May I ask, is this the Spirit Sound Valley that everyone yearns for—?"
"Where are the flyers? Where are the advertisements? Where are the channels to join?!"
The disciples from each sect stood in neat rows, their robes fluttering and their backs straight.
Looking around, major sects from the five continents—east, west, south, north, and center—emerged, each with several elite disciples hovering in the air, either on swords or magical artifacts.
Above the square, on a high platform, sat the patriarchs of various sects.
Various magical artifacts shimmered with spiritual light, emitting magical radiance. Among them, several figures had blurred faces, concealed by special means.
However, among this group of ethereal and powerful beings, there were a few exceptions.
Those were the people from Dragon Island, and Shen Shu'an.
Xuan Yi sat at the very front of the Dragon Island position, leaning against the dragon-patterned chair, with Uncle Wu standing beside him.
Long Yunmei leaned against a jade lotus artifact behind her with a smile, while Long Yan sat cross-legged on the jade leaves beneath Long Yunmei's jade lotus, looking smug.
What amazing magical artifacts do we physical cultivators have? Xiaomei has those, isn't that enough?
As for Shen Shu'an, he stood between the Holy Bright Sect's patriarch and Dragon Island.
The light from the sword reflected in the girl's eyes and brows, revealing her outstanding character. The wind blew and fluttered her snow-white hair. It seemed that there was no one behind her, but in fact, there were many people standing behind her.
Mingyan glanced at Shen Shuan, then at the others on Dragon Island, and secretly measured the distance between them.
With a satisfied smile, he ventred, "Hmm, two feet here, two and a half feet there. It seems An'er still has her heart set on the sect!"
Long Yunmei met Ming Yan's gaze. Although she was puzzled, she smiled slightly, feeling extremely satisfied.
He thought with satisfaction, "An'er still leans more towards Dragon Island. It seems her heart is still with Dragon Island!"
So, the two of them smiled and nodded at the same time, "Not bad, not bad."
At this moment, Shen Shu'an looked at the familiar crowd below, smiled smugly, and greeted each of them with her eyes.
Shen Shuan: (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥
Everyone: "..."
Everyone: (⁰▿⁰)
Cai Wanli looked up at Shen Shuan and exchanged glances with Hu Xiaotian and the others.
No, we're all participating disciples, so why are you up here and we're down here?
"Today, the 'Friendly Match' jointly hosted by our Holy Bright Sect and other major sects officially begins!"
Seeing that all the sects had arrived, Lord Xujing waved his hand again, speaking succinctly and to the point.
After saying that, she instantly returned to the high platform and silently sat on her divine mirror.
However, she glanced at Shen Shu'an a few more times as she passed by. This was Shu Ling's disciple.
Rumor has it that her talents are terrifyingly extraordinary, and even though she was busy with sect affairs, she had heard a little about it.
However, thinking of Yun Shuling, who was still in seclusion, Xu Jing frowned slightly.
Below, Qiao Pingsheng quickly placed the weapon onto the fighting arena, his mouth silently chanting incantations beneath his black robe.
"Sister, do you think Brother Qiao did damage Fellow Daoist Xie's teeth?"
Shen Shu'an descended on his sword and landed beside Shen Wanqiu, where they sat down together in the viewing area of Qiao Pingsheng's arena.
"Uh... this..."
Shen Wanqiu found the question difficult to answer; in the past, she could have easily given a negative answer.
But nowadays...
Shen Wanqiu looked at Qiao Pingsheng on the stage, dressed in a black robe, and holding the "Complete Collection of Forbidden Spells" in his hand. She silently took out a handkerchief and pressed it to her forehead.
She silently hoped that she wouldn't face Qiao Pingsheng in the final.
At the same time, Xuan Yi glanced at the Soulfire that had somehow appeared beside the girl and closed his eyes.
However, he had no choice but to get up and leave the platform, and come to Shen Shuan's side.
Sensing Xuan Yi's arrival, Hun Huo and Shen Shu'an turned around together.
"Xuan Yi".
"I...you've come! I knew I'd come! You and I..."
"Um."
Xuan Yi nodded to Shen Shu'an, then reached out and grabbed the noisy soul fire in his hand.
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shu'an looked at Xuan Yi, feeling a sense of bewilderment.
Friend, why are you raising your hand out of the blue? Say hello?
Well, as long as you look alright, that's fine.
After Xuan Yi received 500 points of reluctance in his account last time, Shen Shu'an tried to subtly inquire, but couldn't get any information out of him.
The original book only mentions that Xuan Yi went to the Underworld for the Nine Nether Yin Water, without writing a single word of specific details.
But Shen Shu'an knew Xuan Yi's personality. After her reminder last time, if Xuan Yi still had the idea of going to the underworld, then he would probably have no choice but to go.
But he didn't say anything, and she didn't dare to ask, so she could only observe his expression every day.
Seeing Shen Shuan staring intently at him, Xuan Yi's soul fire subtly turned a little red, but Xuan Yi remained unfazed.
"Shen Shuan, the competition is about to begin."
He said calmly, looking at the two people on the arena ahead, and sent the soul fire in his hand back into his body.
Shen Shuan said "Oh" and quickly turned around.
As soon as the outer defensive array of the arena was activated, before the elders of the competition could even speak, Qiao Pingsheng immediately began to cast ten sets of defensive spells.
"Golden Body Technique!" "Iron Armor Technique!" "Spirit Veil Barrier, Purple Celestial Shield, Starry Sky Shield!"
"Ice shield, fire shield, wind shield, here we come!"
In an instant, the elders of the competition, the crowd below the stage, Shen Shu'an, and Shen Wanqiu were all speechless.
Only Xuan Yi nodded slightly in approval.
This fellow Daoist Qiao is indeed as experienced as he is.
On stage, Xie Qingshao: "???"
Xie Qingshao looked at Qiao Pingsheng, who was shrouded in layers of magical light and was no longer human-like, and her hand, which had just touched the strings of the magical instrument, suddenly trembled.
No, isn't this Holy Son of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion known for his high-profile and arrogant behavior?
After arriving at the Holy Bright Sect, he did nothing but wander around with the sect's disciples, and occasionally placed bets on himself at gambling dens.
Why are you so cautious as soon as you step into the ring?!
This intelligence is incorrect! Tianji Pavilion, you're liable for compensation!
After casting thirty layers of defensive spells on himself, Qiao Pingsheng finally let out a long breath, and the anxiety in his heart eased a little.
He glanced at Xie Qingshao, who stood there with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, and inwardly sighed, "I never expected this Goddess Xie to be so upright, not even taking the opportunity to attack my genitals?"
On the high platform.
The patriarch of Lingyin Valley twitched at the corner of his mouth, and so did the patriarch of Tianji Pavilion.
One was angry, while the other was barely able to suppress his smile.
After several days, Guan Xuanzi, who had successfully left Jishetang, was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly as he watched Qiao Pingsheng's actions below.
Ah, how I miss it! Sure enough, even though my disciple has changed a bit recently, he still retains the caution in his bones!
Guan Xuanzi stroked his beard, his face radiant, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
On the stage.
Looking at Qiao Pingsheng, who was facing layers of magical light, he began to take out various strange materials in preparation for casting a spell.
Xie Qingshao felt a chill run down his spine, as if a great terror was about to befall him, and even his teeth started to ache again.
Xie Qingshao steeled her resolve and quickly began to gently pluck the strings of her zither.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious zither melody rang out, with invisible sound waves rippling outwards. The sound was gentle yet spread rapidly at an imperceptible speed, breaking through Qiao Pingsheng's external magic layer by layer.
Listening to the melodious piano music, Shen Shuan was captivated and unconsciously immersed in it.
But just as her consciousness was becoming somewhat hazy, Shen Wanqiu gently placed her hand on her shoulder.
"An'er".
"hiss!"
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
Shen Shuan and Yuanyuan came to their senses at the same time, feeling a wave of fear, which was terrifying.
Shen Wanqiu looked at the person and bird who had suddenly come to their senses and said gently, "An'er, the Spirit Sound Valley specializes in attacking the soul and will. Once you become addicted, the music will never stop, and your soul will never return."
Shen Shuan suddenly looked up and looked at the crowd around her, and was shocked to find that quite a few people had blank stares.
She suddenly looked up at the stage, stunned: "A group attack on a sound cultivator, causing damage to both their soul and mana, and with additional negative effects?"
"May I ask, is this the Spirit Sound Valley that everyone yearns for—?"
"Where are the flyers? Where are the advertisements? Where are the channels to join?!"