The Conference Begins
The Four Pavilions Conference is an important alliance event of the Four Directions Pavilion, held every four years.
Every year at the conference, the elite disciples from all the factions under the Four Directions Pavilion would be eager to make a name for themselves.
Of course, it's not just the disciples of the four pavilions. The Four Pavilions Conference has now become a grand event in the Central Plains. Every time the Wind Thunder Pavilion holds the conference, countless people from the entire Northern Region are attracted to it. Similarly, the same is true for the other three pavilions.
For these young talents from various places...
As long as one can achieve good results at this Four Pavilions Tournament, one might catch the eye of that Venerable One and be accepted as a disciple. Just being accepted into the pavilion would bring many benefits. Therefore, at this time, countless young talents from the Northern Region gather at Thunder Mountain.
At this very moment, outside the Wind Thunder Mountain Range.
Looking down from the sky, the dense crowds resembled ants, all orderly entering the mountains.
This is the headquarters of the Wind Thunder Pavilion. The mountains are guarded by countless powerful Demonic Beast that have been subdued by the Wind Thunder Pavilion. Anyone who dares to trespass will probably be torn to pieces.
Amidst the noisy crowd, the cacophony of sounds caused everyone to experience a ringing in their ears...
However, those who had attended previous conferences were prepared for this, while those attending for the first time could only grit their teeth and bear it.
"Damn, there are too many people. Can the East Pavilion hold so many people?" A young man dressed in white, who looked like he came from a noble family, muttered under his breath.
Beside him, a middle-aged man didn't seem to care at all. He just chuckled and said, "The conference is about to begin today, so there will naturally be a lot of people. It's said that the people from the Four Directions Pavilion have already arrived at the East Pavilion."
The young man was clearly intrigued and asked with great enthusiasm, "Uncle, you said that the final winner of the last competition was the Wind Thunder Pavilion. I wonder who will be this year?"
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly. "It's hard to say. Feng Qing'er, Tang Ying, Wang Chen, and Mu Qingluan are all formidable individuals, even comparable to the older generation."
Moreover, it's said that the four of them recently entered the Sky Mountain Blood Pool in the Tianmu Mountain Range, so their strength must have improved considerably; they might even have already broken through to the Dou Huang Realm ..."
The young man's eyes widened in astonishment. "This... it can't be that monstrous, can it? They've only been cultivating for a few years!"
Moreover, these four were originally at the Peak Dou Emperor, and with some additional techniques, they could even fight against some Dou Zong experts...
If someone could actually break through at this time, then the champion of this tournament would likely be decided.
The conversation between the two clearly piqued the interest of those nearby. Upon hearing what the young man said, someone immediately disagreed and retorted, "That's not necessarily true! You know, there are countless hidden talents in Central Plains. Every year at the Four Pavilions Tournament, some dark horses emerge. Does that mean we can't allow even stronger individuals to appear this time?"
Seeing someone interrupt, the middle-aged uncle and nephew were not angry. The middle-aged man agreed, saying, "That's right. With so many people attending this conference, it's normal for one or two dark horses to emerge."
The young man, however, was somewhat unconvinced and said, "So what if there are dark horses? Isn't the final competition in every Four Pavilions Tournament just an internal struggle within the Four Directions Pavilion? Compared to the elite disciples of the Four Directions Pavilion, those so-called dark horses are nothing special... They're not even worth mentioning!"
"And..."
As he spoke, a hint of admiration flickered in the young man's eyes. "Miss Feng of the Wind Thunder Pavilion is beautiful, noble, and powerful. She will surely be the final victor this time!"
This remark immediately drew laughter from everyone around.
It turns out this person is an admirer of Feng Qing'er...
However, his words resonated with many, as the Wind Thunder Pavilion was a top force in the Northern Domain of Central Plains, and most of them were from the Northern Region. Psychologically, they were more supportive of the Wind Thunder Pavilion.
However, at this moment, someone who had participated in the battle for the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool couldn't help but speak up, laughing, "Haha, kid, don't you know? Back in the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool, Miss Feng was very close to a handsome man, and that man was also very powerful, even comparable to Miss Feng..."
These words instantly shattered the boy's arrogance, leaving him blushing and speechless.
This scene once again drew laughter from the surrounding crowd. However, in their hearts, the man who had once had a special relationship with Feng Qing'er left a deep impression on everyone.
On the summit of Thunder Mountain, Mo Tang stood on a high platform, watching the crowds climbing the mountain below, a strange smile on his face.
Beside him, two beautiful figures stood side by side.
"Stop watching, you've been watching for an hour. The conference should be starting soon, we should go down."
Finally, somewhat impatient, Feng Qing'er, dressed in a flowing colorful dress, turned to look at her junior brother's profile and said.
Mo Tang smiled slightly, "Senior Sister, what's the rush... the entry process isn't over yet. Those people climbing this path should all be talented young people who want to participate in this competition, right? There are quite a few..."
There are two stone paths for climbing Thunder Mountain. One is for those who come to watch the conference; the other is for some young and powerful people who participate in the conference.
Nearly a hundred disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, guarded the two stone paths.
The slight pressure emanating from that cold and stern expression deterred anyone from causing trouble here...
At the head of these hundred people were two old men, both dressed in the robes of elders of the East Pavilion of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion. One of them was none other than the Eagle Mountain Elder who had come to the Central State from the Black Corner Region with Mo Tang.
After watching for a while, Mo Tang also managed to find out most of the details about the people attending the conference through his system.
Overall, they were quite good; they were all Dou Emperor- level powerhouses.
Moreover, these are all young people, the oldest of whom is under thirty years old. It is already quite remarkable that they have this kind of strength.
"What a pity..." Mo Tang muttered to himself as he walked.
"What's a pity?" Feng Qing'er turned her head in surprise.
Mo Tang said softly, "Unfortunately, there isn't a single one among these people who can truly be considered a prodigy."
Feng Qing'er rolled her eyes and strode down the mountain.
The Xiao Yi Xian standing next to him couldn't help but smile, amused by Mo Tang's shamelessness.
She had just finished her seclusion...
During the month that Mo Tang accompanied Venerable Lei to the Northwest Continent, Xiao Yi Xian also made another breakthrough, reaching the level of Four-Star Dou Zong...