Clang—
Clang—
Melodious bells suddenly rang out through Wangxian Valley. More than a dozen teams of disciples flew up from below, while dazzling immortal light shone from every direction around the gorge. Bronze platforms slowly rose from below, assembling into an even larger platform in midair.
What was going on?
Daoist Wang, who had been discussing tactics with Peony through his alternate soul, was drawn in by the commotion. His focus returned to his main body, and he opened his eyes to watch.
"What's going on?"
"Seems like the disciple competition is starting early?"
"Could Wangxian Valley be scared? Those demonic fiends haven't even shown themselves yet, so why have they started the competition already?"
"Perhaps they're afraid the disciples will be harmed by the demonic path. That's only natural. No matter how arrogant those demonic cultivators are, how would they dare show off before so many fellow cultivators? It's bound to be all thunder and no rain."
"I was hoping to see some excitement... but watching Wangxian Valley's new generation isn't bad either."
The surrounding cultivators discussed it animatedly.
After giving it some thought, Wang Jixuan felt slightly relieved.
Because of the information gap, he did not know that someone from Heavenly Net was already helping the Righteous Path Cultivators of This Realm.
There were simply too few of them, so Peony had yet to detect them.
Martial Uncle is as decisive as ever.
Starting the competition early and making the demonic path lose its composure and rush in would make it easier for them to expose weaknesses.
With some sort of filter placed over his eyes, Daoist Wang silently gave his own martial uncle a thumbs-up.
There was not much Wang Jixuan could do. He merely gave Peony a casual order:
"Level-one combat mobilization."
First Base immediately became