Sanyuan City, the eighth day of the eighth month.
The Martial Alliance was holding its assembly, and numerous Martial Hall Masters had gathered together.
"Brother Zhang, good to see you!"
"I heard Old Hu took another concubine a few days ago. Still as dashing as ever, eh?"
"Isn't that Old Master Ximen from Gale Martial Arts School? He actually came too!"
Fang Xi stood to one side among the other frustrated Martial Hall Masters, too lazy to engage in commercial backslapping.
Those major Martial Arts Schools controlled the Martial Alliance and established so-called rules, but in reality, they were merely raising the threshold and making things difficult for newcomers like them.
You Jian Martial Arts School's business had been dismal before, and this was largely related to it.
Mu Canglong was also among the crowd. His face was full of delight as he chatted with another female Martial Hall Master in her forties, without recognizing Fang Xi.
After all, Fang Xi was currently wearing Fang Leng's face.
With a four-step Martial Master's muscle-and-bone transfiguration, combined with a cultivator's little tricks, even a Grandmaster would be unable to recognize his disguise.
They were in Sanyuan City's Hui Feng Tower.
The tower was not only magnificently built, but also arranged in the shape of the character "hui," with private rooms on all four sides surrounding a huge stage in the middle.
It could be used for singing and dancing performances, or it could be used for... martial contests!
After a round of humble pleasantries, the various Martial Hall Masters took their seats.
A figure flashed, and an old man with white hair and beard and a crimson fleshy growth on his forehead leaped onto the arena. He cupped his fists toward all four sides. "Everyone... our Martial Alliance's gathering today is