The Arrival of All Parties

On the outskirts of the Sunset Valley Mystic Realm, pale purple mystic light lingered above the valley like a thin veil, with spiritual energy overflowing through the gaps in the light patterns.

Even the surrounding wild grass grew exceptionally lush.

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu mingled in the crowd. Disguised by the Cannot See Through Me spell, their appearances as a burly man and a timid youth were completely inconspicuous. Little Black concealed its aura and perched on Fang Hanyu's shoulder, looking like an ordinary gray sparrow.

Looking up, the high ground surrounding the mystic realm was already occupied by various major factions.

The most prominent were the formations of the major sects of Xuan State. The banners of the Myriad Arts Pavilion, Burning Heaven Palace, and Array Breaking Sect fluttered in the wind, each team radiating a majestic aura.

The green bamboo banner of the Myriad Arts Pavilion, the crimson flame banner of the Burning Heaven Palace, the array pattern banner of the Array Breaking Sect...

Beneath each banner was a densely packed crowd of figures.

The most eye-catching were the groups from the Myriad Arts Pavilion and the Burning Heaven Palace.

Yun Canghai, the Pavilion Master of the Myriad Arts Pavilion, wore a moon-white brocade robe. He toyed with a jade ruyi carved with array patterns in his hand. The spiritual energy around him was as dense as mist, and even the fluttering of his hem carried a steady rhythm.

Behind him followed twelve elders, the lowest of whom was at the Cave Heaven Realm. The words Myriad Arts embroidered on their cuffs glowed softly in the morning light.

Further back were a hundred disciples. Seventy percent of them were in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and there were also more than twenty Core Formation Realm disciples.

The Myriad Arts Pavilion really invested heavily this time.

Fang Hanyu lowered his voice, his gaze falling on the white-clothed youth beside Yun Canghai.

The youth's eyebrows were slanted upwards, and a black jade pendant engraved with the word Chief hung from his waist. The spiritual energy fluctuations around him had surprisingly reached the peak of the Core Formation Realm. This was exactly the Chief Disciple of the Myriad Arts Pavilion, Liu Chengfeng.

When he swept his gaze over the disciples of other sects, his chin tilted up slightly, and the arrogance in his eyes practically overflowed, as if the people around him were not worthy of sharing the same space with him.

Just now, an early-stage Core Formation disciple from the Array Breaking Sect accidentally blocked his path. He only cast a faint glance, and that disciple was forced back repeatedly by an invisible sword intent, almost falling down the stone steps.

The Burning Heaven Palace's team was equally not to be underestimated.

Palace Master Lie Tianxiong stood at the front of the team, with six great elders standing behind him, each exuding a powerful aura.

A crowd of disciples was scattered around the elders.

At the very back of the team were three old men wearing black robes.

They exuded a powerful aura of fire, making those who approached them feel as if they were being burned, giving off a full sense of oppression.

Lie Tianxiong stared fixedly at Yun Canghai. Being beaten four times in two days last time filled him with anger towards Yun Canghai.

He wished he could rush up right now and fight for three hundred rounds.

But thinking about it, he realized he probably couldn't beat Yun Canghai, so he could only stare at him viciously.

Yun Canghai seemed unable to sense Lie Tianxiong's gaze, still looking calmly towards the mystic realm.

To Yun Canghai, Lie Tianxiong was just a brainless brute with no threat. Instead, it was the three black-clothed old men who made Yun Canghai faintly feel some threat.

Right at this moment, within the Burning Heaven Palace team, a red-haired youth suddenly took a step forward. Faint fiery spiritual light rose around him. It was the Chief Disciple of the Burning Heaven Palace, Lin Lie.

He stared at Liu Chengfeng's back, his fists clenching so hard they cracked, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Since being injured and bedridden for a month last time, the Burning Heaven Palace had poured massive resources into him, forcefully pushing him from the mid-stage to the late-stage of the Core Formation Realm, just to suppress the Myriad Arts Pavilion.

Liu Chengfeng!

Lin Lie's voice carried a deliberately raised fighting spirit, exploding in the crowd like a clap of thunder.

Last time I visited your door, you hid and refused to fight me. Meeting in the mystic realm this time, I hope you won't disappoint me!

I want to see if your title as Number One of Myriad Arts is based on true skill, or if it was just piled up by your sect!

Hearing this, Liu Chengfeng turned his head, a cold smirk hooking the corner of his mouth, the contempt in his eyes undisguised: You? You don't even have the qualifications to make me draw my sword.

You!

Lin Lie's eyes widened in anger, the flames around his body suddenly surging a bit, but he was held down by the raised hand of the Burning Heaven Palace Master.

The Burning Heaven Palace Master's face was gloomy. Looking in the direction of the Myriad Arts Pavilion Master, he gritted his teeth and said,

Yun Canghai, your disciple's tone is just as arrogant as yours, I just wonder if his strength can keep up!

Yun Canghai toyed with a jade ruyi in his hand, his expression unruffled.

Forgetting the pain once the scar heals. Strength isn't proven with words. We will see the truth in the mystic realm.

Lie Tianxiong's face flushed red with anger, his chest heaving violently. Just as he was about to lash out, he was pulled back by the Great Elder beside him, Yan Cangyun.

Yan Cangyun leaned close to his ear and whispered.

Palace Master, the mystic realm has not yet opened. Fighting now will only let factions like the Array Breaking Sect and Azure Mystic Sect reap the benefits. Our goal this time is the ancient legacy within the mystic realm; we cannot lose the big picture for a small matter.

Only then did Lie Tianxiong forcefully suppress his anger, glaring viciously at Yun Canghai, the hatred in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

He still remembered the taste of being beaten bedridden by that palm technique descending from the sky, but he had to find a place to vent this frustration.

During their conversation, the Array Breaking Sect Master stood to the side, staring resentfully at the groups of the Myriad Arts Pavilion and Burning Heaven Palace.

Chen Tieshan, the Array Breaking Sect Master, stood aside. Watching the two great factions going tit for tat, his eyes were full of resentment.

He tightly gripped the Array Breaking Awl in his sleeve, his knuckles turning white, cold sweat seeping even from his fingers.

Last time, the Burning Heaven Palace and the Myriad Arts Pavilion fought in the forbidden grounds of the Array Breaking Sect. In the end, they actually insisted that the Array Breaking Sect was colluding with the other party, forcing him to compensate thirty percent of their spirit mines and five furnaces of Spirit Condensation Pills to settle the matter.

This made things worse for the already impoverished Array Breaking Sect. Even the disciples' body-tempering soup had to be boiled with ordinary herbs mixed in. Coming to the mystic realm this time, he only brought fifty disciples. Only a dozen were in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and there were only three Core Formation Realm disciples, not even a fraction of the Myriad Arts Pavilion's numbers.

Hmph, two old foxes, only knowing how to bully small sects like ours.

Chen Tieshan muttered in his heart. His gaze swept over the sparse figures in his own team, and then looked at the massive formations of the Burning Heaven Palace and Myriad Arts Pavilion. The grievance in his heart increased a bit, and even his breathing grew heavy.

Oh, isn't this Old Ghost Huo from the Burning Heaven Palace? You can actually still get out of bed and walk around?

A rough voice suddenly rang out. Shi Wanshan, carrying a black iron sword on his shoulder, walked over with the nineteen-person team of the Azure Mystic Sect.

He looked the Burning Heaven Palace Master up and down, his tone full of mockery.

Last time you were beaten black and blue, I thought you'd be lying in bed until next year.

Lie Tianxiong's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and his already pent-up temper instantly exploded.

Shi Wanshan! Stop being sarcastic here! The affairs of my Burning Heaven Palace are not for a fatso like you to interfere with!

But when he clearly saw the Azure Mystic Sect's team, with only three elders and a dozen disciples, lacking even a decent formation, he sneered again.

The mockery in his voice practically overflowed.

It seems the Azure Mystic Sect is truly out of people, sending only a few cats and dogs? You'd better give up your position among the Seven Sects early on, don't occupy the latrine without taking a shit!

Shi Wanshan's eyes turned cold. He stared at the Burning Heaven Palace Master, then a trace of disdain hooked the corner of his mouth, and he softly spat out two words.

Dumbass...