Grand Competition Begins, Fated Prodigies Gather Here
The Chuanliu Pavilion was not built on the original site of Qin City, but rather a New City was carved out directly outside the city.
Qin Wangchuan continued to set up his stall in the teahouse every day, Draw Talismans and quietly witnessing the Grand Occasion Tall Building rising from the ground.
Over the past two months, giant Flying Ship boats belonging to the Qin Clan have been arriving from time to time.
With the Move Mountains and Fill Seas skill of the Qin Clan Artisan, a magnificent building was erected in this world in just two months.
When the three gilded characters "Chuanliu Pavilion" lit up on the massive building, the surrounding area was enveloped in a vast Dao Rhyme.
At the same time, the Yan Dao Heavenly Pavilion the Mad Daoist had run for hundreds of years, quietly closed down.
Surprisingly, the number of cultivators seeking the Dharma did not decrease but increased.
Not only did cultivators from this This Realm flock to the scene, but members of the Qin Clan from other worlds also rushed over upon hearing the news.
After all, this is the first Chuanliu Pavilion located outside the Immortal Court, and countless Qin Clan members like Qin Ming, who cherish the ideal of inheriting the family tradition, have finally found a stage to realize their ambitions.
This is just the beginning.
Qin Wangchuan has already issued the order: each realm must have at least one Chuanliu Pavilion in the future.
The news of the Lineage's internal selection of a leader had already spread throughout all branches of the family.
In time, a golden age will arrive.
"This is too outrageous..." Jiang Yan emerged from the Chuanliu Pavilion for the umpteenth time, clutching the newly copied cultivation manual in his arms. "The Qin Clan is just too powerful!"
He excitedly ran to Qin Wangchuan's stall and pointed his finger sharply into the air, exclaiming, "Eldest Brother, look! This <Dao Slash> is too powerful! It can actually sever the opponent's Dao cultivation!"
Qin Wangchuan paused slightly in his writing. "You've learned it?"
"Exactly!" Jiang Yan gestured a few more times proudly, "It's incredibly physically demanding. The person who created this technique is practically a monster..."
Qin Wangchuan gently shook his head.
Jiang Yan was unaware that what he Dao Slash off was not the Dao of Daoist methods, but the Dao of the Great Dao.
Even though it's a censored version of <Dao Slash>, the fact that Jiang Yan mastered it so quickly shows that he truly has a talent for physical cultivation.
Only...
He turned his head and saw Jiang Yan rolling around, clutching the soles of his feet, muttering, "Why haven't I grown seven moles yet...?"
It seems that all of this talent has indeed been focused on physical abilities.
During these two months, Jiang Yan did not Enter Heavenly Gate, but instead broke through to the Ninth Realm.
While not exactly amazing, it should be enough to handle the upcoming Tongtian City Grand Competition.
"Let's get ready to set off." Qin Wangchuan put away his talisman brush. "The Grand Competition in Tongtian City is about to begin."
The sunset glow illuminated the brand-new Chuanliu Pavilion, and also reflected the eager eyes of the young man.
"Good!"
"Watch me kick the True Dragon and punch the Prodigy!"
Jiang Yan stepped into Tongtian City with boundless pride.
But as soon as he stepped through the city gate, an invisible pressure surged over him like a tidal wave, making it hard for him to breathe.
The scene on the street was absolutely terrifying.
Countless enormous beasts galloped through the streets.
Occasionally, magnificent carriages would fly overhead, pulled by Ancient Divine Beasts exuding a terrifying aura.
The constant flow of pedestrians dazzled him.
Some were surrounded by faint Principle; others, with just a casual glance, possessed a gaze so sharp it seemed to pierce the Divine Soul; still others, as they walked, had Dao Rhyme Naturally Arise and Vanish and ceasing beneath their feet, resonating with heaven and earth.
"My opponents... are these people?" Jiang Yan's face paled, and he subconsciously moved closer to Qin Wangchuan, his voice lowering several decibels, "Eldest Brother, how... how are we supposed to fight this?"
"Due to the rules, all those who step onto the stage will be suppressed to the Ninth Realm." Qin Wangchuan's tone was calm, as if the suffocating atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him.
"I've only just entered the Ninth Realm!"
Jiang Yan looked dejected, feeling that his bold words were a joke.
Qin Wangchuan replied, "Then let's use our Thousands of Refinements strength and skills, along with our momentum and courage."
Jiang Yan was taken aback upon hearing this, then vigorously wiped his face, his eyes blazing with renewed fire. "That's right! All the beatings I endured along the way weren't for nothing!"
"Momentum and courage!"
Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from the crowd ahead.
Feng Qingjue arrived.
She did not ride in a royal carriage, but walked on foot, yet she attracted more attention than any ceremonial procession.
Feng Qingjue wore a long black dress with Golden Patterns. The hem of the dress was embroidered with Phoenix Totem spreading its Spreading Wings in Nine Heavens in gold thread, and the wide sleeves had a faint starlight halo as they flowed.
Her long, dark hair was tied up with a small, exquisite hairpin, and her phoenix eyes, opening and closing, carried an innate majesty, as if she was born to rule the Qiankun.
Behind her followed seven or eight young men and women of different temperaments, each one an outstanding individual.
Some Sword Qi Soaring to the Heavens, while others Dao Emulates Own Inherent Spontaneity, but their gazes toward the beautiful figure ahead were filled with sincere awe and reverence.
The young woman walked with ease, and wherever she went, the noise naturally subsided. People unconsciously made way for her, as if they were paying homage to a born Empress.
"That's the 'Empress Na Xian' Feng Qingjue ..." someone exclaimed in a low voice.
"I heard she vowed to gather all the talents in the world and ascend to the Immortal Court together. Those behind her are all Prodigy who have been impressed by her in recent years!"
Jiang Yan was dumbfounded. Just the aura of any one of the people behind her made his heart pound.
Before Feng Qingjue's group had gone far, the sky was suddenly dyed golden.
Gu Tianye arrived as the sun rose.
He was tall and handsome, with a faint golden Dao Fire burning around him, like a human-shaped Great Sun, scorching and dazzling.
What's even more striking are the four women surrounding him, each with a distinct style: some are aloof and ethereal, others are alluring and passionate, some are heroic and spirited, and others are gentle and tender—all are unparalleled beauties.
They chatted and laughed with Gu Tianye, their relationship seemed close, yet they also seemed to get along well with each other.
Gu Tianye laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the long street. His gaze swept across the surroundings, displaying undisguised confidence and domineering arrogance—the typical air of Long Aotian.
"The Great Sun Burning Heaven Sacred Body... truly lives up to its reputation!"
"Tsk, once again he's parading around with his female confidantes..."
He was surrounded by a mixture of admiration, jealousy, and awe.
Jiang Yan was numb; all he felt was a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Eldest Brother, are you sure your willpower and courage are enough to beat these people?"
As he turned his head, he saw Qin Wangchuan already seated in a roadside teahouse, looking like he was watching a good show.
Jiang Yan looked around, trying to find an opponent he could defeat.
Finally, he found it.
A woman, seemingly unresponsive, was squatting on a street corner, muttering to herself:
"Two hundred Law Breaking Bullet, one hundred Explosive Bullet, three hundred Spirit Bullet, thirty cannonballs, and one nuclear bomb—that should be enough firepower." She seemed to be discussing something with someone, but also seemed to be talking to herself.