Where Did Mara Gate Place Again?

Unlike the rapid journey from the Twin Orchid Realm to the Immortal Spirit Realm, it takes a full three days to reach the Black Tortoise Realm from the Immortal Spirit Realm.

Perhaps worried that the disciples of various sects might get bored and cause trouble if they gathered together, the creators even added training rooms to the flying boat so that cultivators could vent their anger.

Even though the people of the Black Tortoise Realm had considered everything very carefully, they still couldn't resist the desire of some people to cause trouble.

Almost as soon as Sang Ying and her group settled in, Luo Jin from the Mara Gate arrived with the male cultivator from the Limitless Sect of the Black Tortoise Realm.

The man was far less imposing than Luo Jin beside him, but his air of nobility was undeniable.

The two immediately stopped Ji Fucang, the leader of Ten Thousand Daos Born's team, as soon as they arrived Luo Jin, in particular, said bluntly, "It's really strange, Fellow Daoist Ji. Why didn't you go into seclusion this time? Instead, you took on the job of leading the team?"

Upon hearing this, the Mara Gate disciples following behind him immediately burst into laughter.

The male cultivator from the Limitless Sect, unaware of the previous events, specifically asked, "Fellow Daoist Luo, what do you mean by that?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Jin curled her lips into a smile, "This is an old story. Fellow Daoist Ji of Ten Thousand Daos Born and I were among the first to enter the sect. When our two sects participated in the sect competition, I was the chief disciple of the Mara Gate, and Fellow Daoist Ji was the chief new disciple of Ten Thousand Daos Born at the time. I originally thought that we would meet in the sect competition and have a good competition to see who is better."

"And then?" the male cultivator from the Limitless Sect asked at the opportune moment.

"And then?" Luo Jin chuckled. "Then Fellow Daoist Ji suddenly went into seclusion and couldn't participate in that competition. Our sect was lucky and won first place. But Ten Thousand Daos Born didn't even make it into the top three. This surprised us for quite some time."

Hearing this, the disciples of the Mara Gate laughed even louder, while Sang Ying and the others silently frowned.

As if that wasn't enough, Luo Jin continued, "Perhaps it was just luck for our Mara Gate. After that incident, many Ten Thousand Daos Born disciples said that if Fellow Daoist Ji hadn't gone into seclusion temporarily, we definitely wouldn't have gotten first place. After hearing this so many times, I think there's some truth to it."

"That's why I'm so happy to see Fellow Daoist Ji personally leading the team to the Black Tortoise Realm. I think this time I should be able to exchange ideas with Fellow Daoist Ji?"

Before Ji Fucang could respond, the Limitless Sect cultivator said sarcastically, "What luck? If you have the strength, you'll naturally win; if you don't, it's only natural that you'll lose."

"The so-called 'sudden seclusion' is probably just some people with empty titles who are afraid of losing face because of you, Fellow Daoist Luo, so they deliberately avoid going!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? My senior brother is not that kind of person!" The female cultivator who had been following Ji Fucang could no longer hold back and immediately wanted to draw her sword and step forward.

But before she could take a single step, she was stopped by her senior brother.

The person blocking Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples was tall and upright. Although he didn't have the refined and scholarly air of Jimo Qing, his gentle and inclusive aura was equally captivating.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Luo Jin of the Mara Gate. If you hadn't stepped forward, I wouldn't have recognized you." Ji Fucang's gentle smile remained unchanged, but his words instantly changed Luo Jin's expression.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, the laughter from Mara Gate gradually subsided, but this didn't stop Ji Fucang from retorting:

"Speaking of the sect competition, I also have some regrets. Fortunately, I was lucky; the new disciple who succeeded me as the chief disciple didn't have to go into seclusion before the competition like I did. Instead, she led her fellow disciples to achieve good results."

As he spoke, Ji Fucang waved behind him, "Sang Ying, come here. Let me introduce you to some of my senior brothers."

Everyone looked in the direction Ji Fucang pointed, but could only see half a head submerged in the crowd.

A group of cultivators, whose cultivation levels were at least at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, quickly stepped aside to make way for Sang Ying, their eyes practically overflowing with anticipation.

Sang Ying hadn't expected to be mentioned so suddenly, but seeing the gazes of her fellow senior brothers and sisters, she didn't hesitate for a moment before stepping out along that path.

Seeing this, Ji Fucang's junior sister took the initiative to give up her position and pushed Sang Ying in front of everyone.

"This is my new chief Ten Thousand Daos Born, Sang Ying. Thanks to the kindness of the Mara Gate, Sang Ying and my fellow disciples were fortunate enough to win first place in the last sect competition."

At this point, Ji Fucang paused, as if thinking about something, "By the way, Sang Ying, what was the ranking of the Mara Gate in that competition?"

Sang Ying suppressed a laugh and replied, "How could Senior Brother forget such an important matter? During the last sect competition, a disciple of the Mara Gate died practicing evil arts and even tried to use it to frame us. As a result, we were disqualified and didn't even get the lowest ranking."

The beautiful female cultivator spoke gently, and her expression was almost identical to Ji Fucang's. However, this expression was particularly jarring to Luo Jin and the others.

"Junior sister is right, senior brother's memory is indeed not very good, he even forgot such an important matter." He then looked at Luo Jin, "It seems that when your sect teaches disciples in the future, you can't just focus on improving their cultivation, but also pay more attention to their character. Otherwise, if this happens a few more times, wouldn't the Mara Gate lose a lot of Cultivation Resources?"

Ji Fucang's tone was extremely sincere, as if he were genuinely worried about Mara Gate.

However, this time, Luo Jin's smile could no longer be maintained.

Not only him, but even the male cultivator from the Limitless Sect who had come specifically to watch the show said, "Your sect competition in the Immortal Spirit Realm is truly boring. If you still want to reminisce about the past, then do as you please. I won't keep you company!"

After saying this, the male cultivator flicked his sleeves and left.

Luo Jin quickly stopped him. "Fellow Daoist He Xiu, please wait. Don't we have important business here?"

He subtly offered a warning, but the man named He Xiu didn't give him any face. "I did have something to say, but now I see that your Mara Gate probably doesn't have the ability to accomplish this, so let's just forget about it!"

He Xiu shook off Luo Jin's hand and quickly left with his men without looking back.

Having been left out, Luo Jin lost face badly. He turned to Ji Fucang, his face so dark it could drip water. "Your clan is quite lucky, but I wonder how long their good fortune will last?"

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Luo, your good luck will last a long time." Ji Fucang's expression remained unchanged.

Too lazy to argue further, Luo Jin quickly slunk away amidst the smug laughter of Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples.

The ground was littered with the remains of Demon Beast and the mangled bodies of cultivators, and the stench of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

A young child crawled out of the rubble and immediately saw his mother lying in a pool of blood.

He crawled toward his mother with all his might, not caring at all how much blood was on his body.

"Mother! Mother, wake up! Don't leave me!" The child's cries were especially clear amidst the cawing of crows.

In some ruins, the berserk Demon Beast that had been searching for living people suddenly raised its head. Drawn by the sound of crying, it broke through the debris above its head, and the child's image was reflected in its crimson eyes.

The Demon Beast gently raised its claws, baring its fangs at the child.

A note from the author:

The sparrow struggled to wet its feathers to barely survive the high temperature, whimpering.

Kids, remember to stay cool in the heat! That's all for today, see you tomorrow!