After New Spring ended, Qingxiao Sect began making every effort to prepare for the Daoist Convention. From Qingxiao Mountain to Seeking Immortality Town, and then to every peak of the Tai Kun Mountain Range, whenever anyone started talking, the conversation always came back to the Daoist Convention.
This year's competition would begin in February and continue until June, determining the sixty-four strongest contestants. The entire competition would consist of one-on-one battles.
Until mid-June, disciples could still sign up. This gave disciples out traveling and gaining experience time to return, keeping the Daoist Convention from seeming rushed.
Large numbers of Aristocratic Clans, merchants, and officials came to Qingxiao Sect. The current Qingxiao Sect stood above the dynasty, and any disciple with talent was worth winning over.
Because Qingxiao Sect allowed pilgrims to ascend the mountain, many people came under the guise of pilgrims to observe the strength of Qingxiao Sect's disciples. This included other cultivation sects in the martial world.
When the winter snow between heaven and earth had completely melted away, it was as if the world had awakened.
In a courtyard on Ziyang Peak.
The master of Qingxia Sect, Qiu Dahu, gazed at his master, Zhou Ya, his expression complicated.
He had not expected to meet his master so easily, nor had he expected his master to be doing better than he had imagined.
Zhou Ya had already made amends for his mistakes and regained his status as a True Disciple. His cultivation had now reached the Nourishing Yuan Realm Fourth Layer.
Such cultivation was nothing within Qingxiao Sect, but in front of Qiu Dahu, it was unfathomably profound.
Twenty-four-year-old Qiu Dahu had been unable to reach the Nourishing Yuan Realm Third Layer for a long time. Within Qingxia Sect, he could maintain the bearing of a cultivator, but