The Three Palaces and Six Sects can be considered the most powerful force in the entire Central Court, and their relationship has always been relatively stable and quite good.
Despite countless open and covert struggles, they also made progress together through mutual verification. Granny Chenggui was a hunched old woman with a thin and frail body. Her head was almost drooping, and she had to struggle to lift her head when looking at people, which seemed very difficult.
However, Granny Chenggui's expression was sharp and intelligent; apart from her frail appearance, her words and actions showed no signs of aging.
Hearing the Fake Old Daoist's words, Granny Chenggui snorted coldly and said, " Fake Old Daoist, the Three Palaces and Six Sects have been fighting each other for so many years, have you ever heard of anyone admitting defeat?"
Granny Chenggui and her group numbered about a hundred. Apart from a few elders, the rest were mostly disciples. Clearly, the Heavenborn Sect had many disciples, and they all appeared to be exceptionally brave and skilled. Even the women were mostly at or around the Saint Realm.
Especially striking was a handsome young man beside the old woman, with a serene and easygoing smile on his face. He followed the Granny Chenggui with neither arrogance nor servility, and his aura was as vast as the sea. Judging only by his aura and not by his appearance, no one would guess that the cultivator with such a terrifying aura was actually just a young man.
Granny Chenggui and her group appeared, almost everyone in the martial arts training ground on Lotus Mountain turned their attention to the young man.
" Weng Yongli!"
The Fake Old Daoist Weng Yongli, who stood out from the crowd, and said with a chuckle, "The power of your Qi and Blood and qi is becoming increasingly pure. It seems that the Heavenborn Sect has been wholeheartedly nurturing you all these years."
That's obvious. Which faction wouldn't devote all its efforts to nurturing a disciple with Pure Yang Sacred Root?
Granny Chenggui seemed to enjoy this feeling, smiling incessantly with her eyes narrowed, and her figure no longer seemed so hunched.
Weng Yongli remained calm, offering a standard disciple's salute to the Fake Old Daoist priest with neither servility nor arrogance, and said with a smile, "Disciple Weng Yongli greets Senior Jia. Senior Jia is too kind. This junior does feel a special pressure from Junior Sister Miaoyi's aura."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present subtly changed.
Granny Chenggui snorted coldly and said, " Lin Miaoyi's Wondrous Water Sacred Root, although not as good as the Pure Yang Sacred Root, is not inferior. The Fake Old Daoist must have spared no effort in cultivating it. Now it seems that she wants to compete with me."
Weng Yongli's gaze towards Lin Miaoyi was undisguisedly filled with admiration, drawing the attention of everyone around them.
Lin Miaoyi nodded expressionlessly and calmly, saying, "How could I dare compare myself to Senior Brother Weng?"
Seeing that their disciples were all being more and more 'humble,' both the Fake Old Daoist and the Granny Chenggui snorted coldly.
The two were usually at odds, neither willing to concede to the other. Now, their disciples were all elite talents, and this Three Mountains Assembly was to find a leader to guide them onto the Great Wilderness Emperor Road. Naturally, neither wanted to fall behind.
Granny Chenggui and the Fake Old Daoist stared at each other for a moment, then both burst into laughter.
The Fake Old Daoist stroked his beard and said with a playful expression, "I wonder which disciple that old geezer Zhou Tong will bring."
Mentioning Zhou Tong, Granny Chenggui sneered and said, " Heavenly Severance Sect has been down on its luck. For so many years, not a single outstanding disciple has emerged. Besides that girl Yun Jin, who else could stand at this Three Mountains Grand Gathering?"
The Fake Old Daoist shook his head and said, "Although Yun Jin has good talent, she is timid and soft-hearted, wasting her great potential. If it really is Yun Jin who comes, then this Three Mountains Grand Gathering will become a competition between our two families."
Upon hearing Yun Jin's name, Weng Yongli, who was still looking at Lin Miaoyi, smiled noncommittally. Lin Miaoyi, however, frowned, and her grip on her sword tightened involuntarily.
"Junior sister, Weng Yongli has been watching you the whole time," a middle-aged woman beside Lin Miaoyi said in a low voice, her face full of strange expressions.
Lin Miaoyi nodded and said, "I know!"
Her voice was ethereal, as if untouched by the mortal world. Lin Miaoyi, dressed in white, was elegant and refined, seemingly unconcerned about such matters.
The middle-aged woman snorted coldly and said, "Everyone says that Weng Yongli is a man of great righteousness, but I think that although he looks respectable, he is actually a very cunning person. Junior sister, you should be careful not to be deceived by his appearance."
Lin Miaoyi smiled, glanced at Weng Yongli, and shook her head, saying, "Senior Sister, don't talk about others behind their backs. What does Weng Yongli's temperament have to do with us?"
The middle-aged senior sister was taken aback, then pouted and said, "I just can't stand Weng Yongli's arrogant attitude."
When Weng Yongli saw Lin Miaoyi looking at him, a smile immediately spread across his face. However, halfway through the smile, Lin Miaoyi looked away, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Even so, the female disciples of the Azure Lotus Sect all gasped in unison, their voices so loud that even the middle-aged senior sister frowned.
"These ignorant women!"
The middle-aged senior sister was furious at their lack of ambition. She glared at them all around, which immediately earned her praise and compliments from many male disciples.
The Fake Old Daoist and the Granny Chenggui ignored what was happening around them; their only concern now was when that old geezer Zhou Tong would arrive.
The Fake Old Daoist Granny Chenggui could never have imagined that Zhou Tong, whom they both longed Niannian, was now almost pulling out all their hair.
On the snow-capped mountain, Zhou Tong, a powerful figure with a single Final Step the gate, squatted on the ground like a sulking child, refusing to move no matter how Yang Zhen pulled him.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving! I'm starting to question the meaning of life. Get out of my way, I need some peace and quiet!"
Given Zhou Tong's strength, how could Yang Zhen possibly pull him away?
After pulling for a moment, upon hearing Zhou Tong's words, Yang Zhen pouted and said, "You can't do this! We've gone halfway, no, we're almost there, and you're just going to stop? Don't you Sage of Saunter time? Everyone's busy, what's this, just quitting?"
"What?" Zhou Tong's eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his head, staring into Yang Zhen's eyes as he said, "Tell me, what are you going to do?"
Yang Zhen was taken aback, then said irritably, "Why don't you go and show your face? The Three Mountains Grand Gathering is eagerly waiting for you to make your appearance, but instead, you're squatting in the snow without any semblance of a master. Aren't you ashamed?"
"It's not shameful!"
Zhou Tong said in a serious tone, "It's not shameful at all!"
Yang Zhen realized that squatting here was not shameful at all compared to going to the Three Mountains Grand Gathering!
Seeing that Zhou Tong was determined not to leave, Yang Zhen Zhou Tong sat down next to him and said with a smile, "Give me a smile?"
Zhou Tong snorted coldly, shifted his position, glanced at Yang Zhen, and said, "Can't laugh."
"How about I give you a smile, you Sage of Saunter?" Yang Zhen grinned, his smile was incredibly bright!
Zhou Tong was almost in tears. He shifted again and said, "So you can actually laugh? You... how did I end up with such a wicked monster like you? Just who are you?"
Yang Zhen's face darkened, and he shook his head, saying, "The Buddha said, it cannot be spoken!"
Zhou Tong suddenly felt like hitting someone!