You're a lucky kid.

Gu Ming stood at the very front, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He turned to look at the three elders leading the team, only to find that they were exchanging strange glances.

Gu Ming's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly regretted coming here.

He also knew that his men were all traitors.

But we're already here, we can't just go back now, can we?

Just then, a loud roar came from the horizon.

Everyone looked up and saw a huge, jet-black flying ship tearing through the clouds and slowly heading towards the mountain gate.

The flying boat was covered with dark gold runes and exuded a profound aura. It was more than ten times larger than the small flying boat in the White Bone Palace.

Gu Ming's pupils contracted.

That is......

The flying boat slowly landed in front of the mountain gate. The boat door opened, and a figure stepped out first.

With a handsome face and a deep aura, he was none other than Yun Zhongling, the eldest disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

Behind him followed nine people, each with an extraordinary aura.

After landing, Yun Zhongling cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the two gatekeeper disciples:

"Yun Zhongling of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, on the orders of his master, has led his disciples to pay homage to the Demon Lord."

The gatekeeper looked him up and down, then glanced at the people behind him, his expression softening slightly.

"The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, is it?"

"Exactly."

"Wait."

After the gatekeeper finished speaking, he turned around and made a hand gesture towards the inside of the mountain gate.

A moment later, another gatekeeper disciple came out, and Chong Yunzhong nodded:

"Wait a moment, until all the other sects have arrived before proceeding."

Yun Zhongling quickly thanked them and led his junior brothers and sisters to stand aside and wait.

Beside him, Gu Ming's face turned green.

Isn't this attitude a bit too hypocritical?

Why should the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect be treated with more respect, while they have to just sit here and wait?

Gu Ming took a deep breath.

If this weren't the Xuan Tian Sect's territory, he would have just turned around and left!

Behind him, Li Han handed Chu Yuan a talisman and secretly transmitted his voice:

"Junior Brother Yuan, do you think they're deliberately targeting the White Bone Hall? Our identities might very well be exposed. This is a teleportation talisman; if things look bad, remember to retreat immediately!"

Chu Yuan glanced at him with surprise, but still smiled and said:

"Thank you, senior!"

Yun Qingyao remained silent, observing everything within the Xuantian Sect.

Wang Fang leaned closer and whispered:

"Senior Brother Li, do you think other sects might arrive later?"

Li Han glanced at him:

"Of course, they're already here!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another whooshing sound came from the horizon.

A jet-blue flying boat broke through the clouds, its hull carved with layers of water patterns that shimmered in the sunlight.

Shuiyue Sect.

The airship landed, led by a middle-aged woman in a moon-white dress, exuding a cool and aloof air.

He was followed by nine disciples, all of whom were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.

"The Water Moon Sect has come to pay homage on the orders of the Demon Lord."

The gatekeeper nodded and pointed to the side:

"Wait, we'll go in together once everyone's here."

The middle-aged beauty didn't say much, and led her disciples to stand on the other side, right next to the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

Yun Zhongling quickly cupped his hands in greeting:

"Fairy Qingyue, I've long admired you!"

Logically speaking, the Shuiyue Sect is not qualified to be compared with the Wandu Sect.

But who made it so that the Demon Lord established the rules of the demonic path at the Water Moon Sect?

Anyone who belongs to the demonic path will be given some face.

Fairy Qingyue hurriedly replied:

"Fellow Daoist Yun, you're too kind."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two glanced at the White Bone Palace at the same time.

Then they both looked away without saying anything.

What kind of sect is this?

Why does it look so...strange?

Immediately afterwards, the Blood Shadow Sect's flying boat arrived.

It was dark red all over, with a faint bloody aura swirling around its hull, and a murderous aura could be felt from a great distance.

The leader was a middle-aged man, in the early stages of his tribulation, with a face full of fierce features, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

He jumped off the flying boat and strode to the mountain gate, his voice booming like a bell:

"The Blood Shadow Sect has come to pay homage to the Holy Demon Lord!"

The gatekeeper remained expressionless.

"Wait."

The middle-aged man wasn't annoyed. He laughed and led his disciples to stand to the side, right in front of the White Bone Palace.

His gaze swept over the ten people in the White Bone Hall, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Then he turned to Yun Zhongling beside him and asked:

"Little Yunzi, what sect is that over there? Why is it so weak?"

Yun Zhongling whispered:

"The Hall of White Bones, the tenth to submit."

The middle-aged man said "oh," glanced at it again, and then said nothing more.

This burly man is the sect leader of the Blood Shadow Sect, Shadowless.

He had some connection with Yin Jiuqi, knew Yun Zhongling, and had even taught him a unique skill.

"Your master didn't come?"

"He's in seclusion. The Demon Lord instructed me that my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect can let me lead the team!"

"You're a lucky guy!"

Ying Wudi chuckled.

Ghost King Valley, Corpse Puppet Sect, Yin Wind Valley, Blood Fiend Sect...

One after another, in less than half an hour, ten teams had formed outside the mountain gate.

Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, Water Moon Sect, Blood Shadow Sect, Ghost King Valley, Corpse Puppet Sect, Yin Wind Valley, Blood Fiend Sect, White Bone Palace...

All ten who had submitted to the sect had arrived.

There was a large, dark mass of people standing outside the mountain gate, numbering at least a hundred.

The elders leading the various sects greeted each other, exchanging pleasantries.

"Fairy Qingyue, it's been three years since we last met, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, Elder Zhou, how have you been?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, haha!"

The Hall of White Bones seemed to be completely isolated from the world.

They just stayed there silently.

"Tsk."

Ying Wudi frowned:

"What's wrong with these disciples of the White Bone Hall? They have no manners, no posture, and their eyes are all darting around like thieves. Do they look like they've come on a pilgrimage?"

Yun Zhongling was silent for two seconds, then said helplessly:

"Senior, I don't know either."

Ying Wudi nodded without saying anything more, but he was determined to tell the Demon Lord about this.

Even if the Demon Lord intends to unify the demonic path, he can't just take in any worthless scoundrel!

The leader of Ghost King Valley was a tall, thin man with a pale face and dark circles under his eyes, clearly someone who practiced Yin-attribute techniques.

He floated to Bone Demon's side and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Lord Bone, I've heard so much about you!"

Gu Ming quickly returned the greeting: "I dare not, I have heard of the Ghost King Valley's reputation firsthand."

Leng Xiaochou chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the ten disciples behind Gu Ming, and suddenly asked:

"Lord Bone, these disciples of yours look unfamiliar."

Gu Ming's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless:

"They are all newly recruited rogue cultivators, inexperienced and naive. Please excuse their ignorance."

"A rogue cultivator?"

A cold laugh and a raised eyebrow:

"It doesn't look like it to me."

Bone Dark Laughter:

"What's different about it?"

Leng Xiaochou stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed:

"It's nothing, just something I said offhand."

After saying that, it floated away.

Gu Ming stood there, his back already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the three elders leading the team.

Elder Xu, Elder Zhou, and Elder Wu were being greeted by elders from other sects, their faces beaming with smiles, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Gu Ming narrowed his eyes.

Once you get past this hurdle, your mission will be complete.

As for the so-called Hall of White Bones, let them do as they please!

Just then, a whooshing sound came from inside the mountain gate.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

A dark figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the mountain gate.

It was a secluded moon.

Her gaze swept across the entire room, her tone cool and detached:

"Each sect entered in turn."

"First place: The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect!"

P.S.: Sorry for writing this late today!

I will add an extra chapter tomorrow. Thank you all for your support!