A Gathering of Heroes

Tang Wanzhou followed him all the way to the Yan Jue Mountain: "I heard that you defeated a Saint Mind Master and seized someone else's palace. This Holy Master intends to go and have a look, to see what kind of divine treasure land it is?"

Li Weiyi thought of Yu'er, who might have already prepared the meal, and immediately fell into deep thought.

Can this matter be kept secret?

Tang Wanzhou smiled and said, "Why the expression? You don't seem welcoming at all. Are you hiding a mistress? It's fine if you are. I'm not Zuoqiu Hongting. I can understand a man's flirtatiousness and passion, but he can't lose his manners and sense of responsibility. You're not really hiding one, are you?"

"I have indeed hidden one! But it's not like keeping a beautiful woman in a luxurious house, but rather like keeping a precious gem in a humble abode." Li Weiyi didn't intend to hide it from her.

"I'm not kidding you anymore! I'm planning to recruit two Nen Masters into the Lesser Yang Division. They'll go to the Mind Master Guard camp first. Wait for me for a while, and once the Lesser Yang Division is established, we'll go to Dragon City together."

Tang Wanzhou thought Li Weiyi was joking and didn't take it seriously, so he went straight up the mountain.

Three days later.

The moon hangs high in the sky, the clouds are low and the stars are sparse.

It has been almost half a month since Li Weiyi moved to the Qingyin Pavilion. During this time, he has devoted all his energy to condensing the Tian Chong Soul.

Condensing the Soul is becoming increasingly difficult; even with the Time Cocoon and the Lesser Yang Star, it can only be condensed to 80%.

"Yu'er, I'm going out for a bit. You stay here obediently." Li Weiyi changed into a magical robe and prepared to leave.

Yu'er, who was clearing away the dishes, immediately showed a displeased expression. "Master, where are you going so late?"

"The Lesser Yang Division has been established, and tonight is the first time everyone has gathered here." Li Weiyi straightened his clothes.

With a clatter, the dishes were placed into the sink. Yu'er rolled up her sleeves, revealing two snow-white arms, and asked, "Then why are you changing into such brand-new clothes? Who are you dressing up for so late at night? Do you want me to comb your hair?"

"No need! Great Phoenix Second Phoenix, take good care of the house and look after Yu'er."

Li Weiyi gave this instruction, then pushed open the door and left.

People are most afraid of getting used to things; once they get used to it, even the Great Palace Master washing dishes seems acceptable.

Yu'er stood with her hands on her hips, her little face puffed up with anger. She was very dissatisfied with his attitude and planned to write it down after washing the dishes. She was so angry she was about to explode.

Along the stream path, Li Weiyi spotted a graceful figure in blue in the distance and quickly caught up. "Captain, you've also been recruited into the Lesser Yang Division?"

Qing Ziqin was surrounded by a misty aura. Although she was cultivating the Solar Sacred Radiance, her Yin energy was extremely heavy. As soon as you got close, a chill would surge out.

Li Weiyi could sense that the thirteen mummified corpses were in the light mist, but they were not visible to the naked eye.

"How has your consideration gone? May I borrow your spear?" she asked.

Li Weiyi said, "Anyway, you're Deputy Commander, and new recruits aren't allowed to leave the camp for three years, so I'm not worried about you running away. A Six-thousand-year-old Thousand-Year Elixir!"

"You dare to ask? That's something even the Great Longevity couldn't produce," Qing Ziqin said.

Li Weiyi said, "The key is that I don't like anything else either! If others can't afford it, I don't think you can."

"I can't afford it."

They walked in silence into a canyon.

Moonlight cannot penetrate, the valley is dark, with jagged rocks, cliffs covered with stone carvings, and occasionally, spiritual trees emitting a strange radiance.

From afar, the melodious sound of a pipa could be heard intermittently drifting from within the valley.

"Brother Weiyi, you moved out of Barracks No. 36 without telling me. I went to look for you, but there was no one there. And who is this?"

Chang Yujian stood gracefully by the stream, her hair neatly combed, her gaze falling on Qing Ziqin, who had come with Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi introduced, "Qing Zijin, the deputy commander of the Nian Shiwei Guard, is a great beauty! Captain, this is the Jade Sword Immortal of Changhu Lake, arguably the best among this year's Sentinels."

Qing Ziqin headed deeper into the valley.

Chang Yujian looked at Li Weiyi with a questioning gaze.

"You'll get used to it. She doesn't talk much, but she's not mute," Li Weiyi said.

Ahead, Qing Ziqin's hands were tightly clenched in her sleeves. The reason she was displeased earlier was not because she had a problem with the Chang Yujian, but simply because Li Weiyi had given her four different titles when introducing her, which made her feel like she was being teased.

Chang Yujian walked side by side with Li Weiyi: "Brother Weiyi, you've been hiding your true strength. I've already heard about your battle with Blood Jade Material. You showed me respect in the Martial Field Wilderness. Your composure and ability to control your emotions are truly remarkable."

Li Weiyi modestly declined for a moment, then asked curiously, "Brother Chang, now that you've broken through to the Longevity Realm, are you confident you can face Second Realm expert?"

The prevailing view has always been that, within the Longevity Realm, only Ancient Sect True Disciple can transcend realms and defeat their opponents.

Chang Yujian is a product of the Young Son of Heaven's cultivation into Longevity Body, making him definitely a figure of that caliber.

Chang Yujian's expression turned solemn. "I've heard that Brother Weiyi has only cultivated for a few years, which is truly astonishing. But I suppose that's why he has a great misunderstanding about the differences between each realm of the Longevity Realm."

"It is precisely because the gap is so large that there is the saying of 'Great Longevity'."

"You Mind Masters, once you condense your Tenth Psychic Power Star, you can break through to the First Realm Saint Mind Master. But to reach the Second Realm, you need to cultivate Twenty Psychic Power Stars. Such a difference means that without decades of arduous cultivation and accumulation, you can forget about succeeding."

"I have the reward from the Du'e Temple: Dragon Soul Origin Light, a single wisp of which can save me ten years of arduous cultivation. But for now, I can only say that I'm hard to beat in the First Realm. As my cultivation deepens in the future, I'm confident I can challenge the Second Realm. But to defeat someone in the Second Realm is extremely difficult."

Subsequently, they encountered Lu Qing and Liu Ye.

Lu Qing asked, "Yuan Zhen didn't come?"

Chang Yujian said, "There are definitely invitations! As far as I know, the Holy Master invited the top three in the Sentinel New Recruit Assessment, as well as two elite guards from the Mind Master Guard, plus the Brother Weiyi who ranked first on the Merit List. The other six are all martial artists who participated in the Sentinel Spirit Assessment."

Lu Qing said, "The Twelve Taiyin Envoys under Chu Yutian are no ordinary people. Each of them is a young powerhouse in the Longevity Realm who has been famous for at least twenty years. Even Xie Wumian and Luo Pingdan, who are the weakest in cultivation, have reached the Second Realm. We have a long way to go to catch up."

It was precisely because they were the weakest of the Twelve Taiyin Envoys that the task of killing Lu Jingshen fell to them.

Liu Ye asked, "Brother Weiyi, I heard you fought against those two?"

"It wasn't a fight, it was more like running for my life. I couldn't have escaped on my own," Li Weiyi said truthfully.

This was the situation at that time!

Li Weiyi was confident that with his current strength, he could still escape if he encountered one of them.

A cold, youthful voice echoed in the darkness, "Boosting the morale of others while diminishing our own. If you're afraid, then don't join the Lesser Yang Division. We can recruit all the more powerful Sentinel Spirits."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a huge Crescent Moon Mark on his forehead sneered and walked past them. The aura emanating from him alone made the four of them lose their balance.

After the boy's figure disappeared into the distance, Chang Yujian whispered, "From the Mo Yue Clan, Great Clan of the Demon Country."

We finally arrived at the gathering place.

The young man from the Mo Yue Clan stood by the pool, staring intently at the Moon in the Water. Qing Ziqin stood under a tree, enveloped in a misty haze.

In a pavilion not far away, a young Daoist priest and a young scholar were playing chess under the lamp.

The sound of the pipa continued endlessly, but the player could not be found; the other party had concealed their identity with unparalleled cultivation.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The valley shook, and the earth trembled.

From the direction of the valley entrance, a Deformed Race Martial Cultivator with a body six or seven meters tall strode over. He maintained a human appearance, with strong muscles all over his body, and his eyes were like torches. His vital points, such as his heart, ancestral field, wind mansion, Qi Sea, and nine springs, were all covered with armor.

His aura was vast and his cultivation profound. The pressure from his bursting forth filled the entire valley as he roared, "What kind of Saintly bullshit is this? I heard he's only at the Second Realm. Who knows what level he's at? Is he even worthy to be Chu Yutian's opponent? He hasn't fought me, so I'm not convinced!"

All the martial artists present felt extremely uncomfortable under the pressure of his aura, finding it difficult to breathe, as if their internal organs were about to be crushed.

The Mo Yue Clan youth sneered, "How about we let Chi Haohan be the Holy Master? You're at the third realm, you're definitely Chu Yutian's match."

"Okay, I'll do it," Chi Haohan said.

The Mo Yue Clan youth sneered, and with a whoosh, at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye, he pointed a finger at Chi Haohan's brow.

That was the only vulnerable spot without any armor protection.

"Whoosh!"

The Mo Yue Clan youth struck the giant head's brow with his fingertip, but his expression changed, and all his strength dissipated, leaving him powerless. Looking down, he saw that his waist and abdomen were being gripped by the other's single hand.

"You really think that my huge size makes speed a weakness?"

Chi Haohan threw the Mo Yue Clan boy away, sending him crashing into a brightly lit pavilion in the distance.

The two players inside the pavilion were completely focused on their game of chess. Only the young Daoist casually waved a Mana Qi Azure Cloud to catch the Mo Yue Clan youth who was flying towards him.

The Mo Yue Clan youth, cushioned by the Mana Qi Azure Cloud, steadied himself outside the pavilion and landed smoothly on the ground. His face was slightly pale, and he looked at Chi Haohan with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

"I've always reserved this Position of Holy Master for everyone; feel free to compete for it if you want. But the prerequisite is that you must defeat me."

Tang Wanzhou's extraordinary figure appeared above the canyon, with the bright moon overhead, his heroic bearing and voice echoing throughout the entire canyon.

In the next instant, she appeared above everyone's heads, her right hand forming a sword gesture with two fingers, and she swung her arm down.

A phantom Phantasmal Sword Qi, tens of feet long, descended upon Chi Haohan's head, exuding immense pressure and sharpness that seemed capable of cleaving the earth.

"Aww!"

Chi Haohan a long roar, the sound like thunder, which sent Li Weiyi, Chang Yujian, Lu Qing, Liu Ye, and Qing Ziqin flying backward and backward, their ears bleeding as their eardrums were torn by the sound.

A burst of light then appeared in the canyon.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled once more. Chi Haohan raised his arms high, his blood surging, and his armor was covered in scriptures, but he couldn't withstand it and was forced to kneel on one knee by the pressure of the Sword Qi.

Snowflakes fluttered down, and Sword Qi whistled through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the valley had turned into a vast expanse of white.

"Boom!"

Chi Haohan's massive body was slammed into the cliff face by Tang Wanzhou's palm strike, buried by the collapsing rubble. She turned to the crowd. "Anyone else who disagrees?"

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