Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1969 Sect Conference
There are only two days left until the official start of the Nine Heavens Summit Sect Conference. The Wen Shi Sect is considered to be late, while many other sects have been arriving in the Canglan Realm for half a month.

Here, the flat land in front of the mountain faces the sea on one side, with the vast expanse of blue waves stretching into the distance.

Surrounded by mountains on the other three sides, with one beautiful and precipitous peak after another, palaces and pavilions appearing and disappearing amidst the swirling clouds and mist, this is the location of the Cangyun Sect, the largest sect in the Canglan Realm.

Liu Qinghuan, along with a group of Wenshi Sect disciples, followed the Cangyun Sect cultivator who came to guide them, through the bustling crowd, and headed towards the temporary accommodations arranged for them on a mountain peak to the left.

Suddenly, cheers and applause came from ahead.

"it is good!"

"fantastic!"

Liu Qinghuan turned his head and saw a male cultivator wearing a ghost mask manipulating several corpse puppets on a stone platform about ten feet in size. He was locked in a fierce battle with a middle-aged cultivator on the other side.

"A Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage can actually hold off a Nascent Soul cultivator two stages higher at the late stage for so long and even gain the upper hand? Unbelievable!"

"This young man's strength is unfathomable. Which realm and sect does he belong to?"

“He is the Jade-Faced Asura Mogu from the Ghost King Sect of the Abyss Realm. You don’t even recognize him? He’s one of the best among the younger generation.”

"It turns out it was him..."

Seeing that Liu Qinghuan was paying attention to that area, the Cangyun Sect cultivator in charge of guiding them quickly explained:

"Some disciples from sects who arrived early couldn't stay idle, so our sect built some small arenas for them to spar. Maybe they can show their strong strength before others, just like that disciple from the Ghost King Sect, and thus gain some fame before the tournament even begins."

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "This arrangement is excellent."

He looked around and saw that there were quite a few such arenas, with exciting sword fights taking place on the stage, and the audience was surrounded by layers of people.

"However, today is the last day." The Cangyun Sect cultivator added, "Starting tomorrow, the entire venue will be cleared out in preparation for the first treasure hunt competition in the secret realm."

Liu Qinghuan withdrew her gaze and turned her head to see that the Wen Shi Sect disciples who followed her were all looking around, their minds already captivated by the enthusiastic atmosphere around them.

"Once we've settled into our temporary lodgings, you can come and take a look around, but please don't cause any trouble."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The disciples could no longer suppress their excitement and became overjoyed.

At this moment, a cultivator walking towards them saw such a large group of people and stepped aside to make way.

But when his gaze fell on Liu Qinghuan, he was instantly stunned: "Dao... Dao Kui?!"

His exclamation was so loud that it attracted the attention of many people.

"Dao Kui? Where is he? Where is he?"

"Wow, it really is a Daoist master!"

Soon, news of Dao Kui's appearance in the square spread rapidly, and Liu Qinghuan was soon surrounded.

"Greetings, Dao Kui!"

"Greetings, Dao Kui!"

In an instant, the sounds of paying homage were like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing.

Liu Qinghuan could only maintain a faint smile and slowly walk forward.

Fortunately, no one dared to stop him. The crowd parted to the sides and moved with him.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Wenshi Sect quickly followed closely to avoid being separated.

"Senior Taiwei, I heard you were in seclusion before. Have you just come out of seclusion?"

"Dao Kui, is it true that you defeated the Demon God?"

"Dao Kui, may I become your disciple?"

"Are you holding a temple ceremony this time? Can we go and listen?"

Liu Qinghuan: ...

For the first time, he felt his reputation in the cultivation world so directly. As more and more people gathered around, he glanced at the Cangyun Sect cultivator who was leading the way.

"Make way! Make way!" The other party was sweating profusely. "Make way, everyone! Don't be rude! The Daoist Master will be here these days. Those who wish to ask for guidance should send a formal request to see him later. Those who wish to see the Daoist temple should wait for further notice..."

Finally, order was gradually restored after a large group of Cangyun Sect members arrived.

A disciple whispered a few words in the ear of the guiding cultivator, who then quickly took out a flying shuttle, invited Liu Qinghuan and her group onto the boat, and then turned the direction and flew towards the main peak.

The shuttle finally landed in front of a palace, its many halls hidden among ancient trees, appearing extremely quiet.

Liu Qinghuan was very satisfied and asked Gu Jingchen to take the disciples to settle in, while he sat down in the main hall.

"Tell me, what else is there?"

The cultivator leading the way quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Venerable Senior, many fellow cultivators are eagerly anticipating your Daoist teachings. We wonder if we might have the honor of receiving your instruction?"

"The dojo..." Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment and then agreed.

"Can"

"Thank you so much, senior! Thank you so much, senior!" The other person bowed repeatedly, deeply moved. Liu Qinghuan then asked, "Are there any other fellow cultivators planning to open their own dojos?"

The guiding cultivator pulled out a small booklet from his robes: "It contains the Supreme Venerable of the Azure Nether Profound Mystery Heaven, and the Pure Yang True Man of the Vast Sky Upper Realm..."

Liu Qinghuan clicked her tongue in amazement upon hearing this.

With so many top-tier cultivators willing to establish their dojos here, it's no wonder it dares to call itself the Summit of the Nine Heavens.

Before he could even settle in, someone came knocking on his door.

"Good lad, you've finally come out of seclusion!" Li Shan strode over, grabbed him, and said, "Come on, come on, let's go have a drink. A bunch of people are waiting for us."

"Wait, I just got here! ...Who's waiting for me?"

“Many people, including Taiqing and Taihao, have arrived. They are all at the Wuji Hall of the Cangyun Sect at this time.”

"Alright." Liu Qinghuan sighed helplessly, then thought for a moment and asked, "What happened to Shan Hai Xu afterwards?"

"Not so good." Li Shan curled his lip and said, "That mountain god couldn't be killed either, otherwise it would affect the entire Five-Colored Stone Mountain. It took several loose immortals to forcibly purify the evil god's pollution from its body."

However, interdimensional rifts occasionally appear within the Mountain and Sea Ruins, and the black mist at sea originates from these rifts. Completely eliminating the pollution is virtually impossible…

Li Shan sighed, "Fortunately, we collected a lot of five-colored stones that time, enough to stabilize the entire space of our interface, so it wasn't a waste of effort."

The two chatted as they made their way to the Wuji Palace. For the next few days, Liu Qinghuan was constantly busy, attending various gatherings.

Two days later, the sect conference was held as scheduled, and the first competition was the treasure hunt in the secret realm.

The flat land in front of the mountain, along with a large area of ​​sea, has been transformed into a maze full of traps and obstacles by a powerful spatial expansion technique. Gray fog permeates the area, and a deadly aura lurks beneath the surface.

At the entrance to the secret realm, groups of cultivators had already lined up according to the order of their previous draw, waiting to enter.

They were dressed in the uniform attire of their respective sects, but each had an identical and very conspicuous red token hanging from their waist.

That's an identity token; it can't be stored in a ring or storage space, it can only be worn on your person.

If the token is stolen or broken, it is equivalent to death, and the user will be immediately teleported out of the secret realm.

Upon closer inspection, each team consisted of fifty people, mostly led by two or three Nascent Soul cultivators, with the remaining members of each team having roughly the same cultivation level.

Around the flat ground, the floating seats were already full of people, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Higher up, colorful clouds drifted by, where Mahayana cultivators from various sects sat.

The largest of the flowers represents the opening speech given by Master Jing Shu of the Cangyun Sect in the Canglan Realm, who is in charge of hosting this Nine Heavens Summit Sect Conference.

The leader of the Azure Nether Immortal Alliance, True Daoist, and the leader of the Nine Nether Immortal Alliance, Xuan Yin, stood on either side of him.

The cloud where Liu Qinghuan was located was to their right, and she couldn't help but glance at that Xuan Yin Shangren a few more times.

Compared to the Immortal Alliance on the Azure Nether side, which actively participates in and manages the various realms of Azure Nether, the Nine Nether Immortal Alliance is extremely loose, doesn't manage much, and has a very low presence.

Therefore, this was the first time Liu Qinghuan had met this leader. He had heard that the leader was very powerful, but he disliked worldly affairs and rarely went out. Under his leadership, the Immortal Alliance gradually became more and more disorganized.

Indeed, there are nine realms and ten other realms in the Nine Netherworld, and each realm lord is difficult to deal with. There is also a great realm like the Myriad Spirits Realm, where no one submits to anyone else.

Liu Qinghuan quietly withdrew her gaze, and Li Shan, who was sitting to her right, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Who is the commander of your Wen Shi Sect's battle formation this time?"

"Why are you asking this?" Liu Qinghuan sneered. "Could it be that you've found out and want to tip off your Taiqing Sect disciples so you can behead them?"

Li Shan chuckled and said, "How could that be? They're about to go in, and it's too late to warn them now. The other families have similar personnel configurations, but this is your family's first time participating in the sect conference. Many people are wondering if you'll come up with some unexpected tricks."

Liu Qinghuan looked towards her disciples. The Wen Shi Sect was only so lucky, drawing the fifteenth number to enter. Among the crowd was a petite female cultivator at the Yin Void Realm, who remained unassuming.

He said casually, "There's no magic trick. You know I don't usually get involved in things, and I just came out of seclusion. All the arrangements for this conference were done by my disciple; I didn't interfere at all."

They only made some minor adjustments, and also bestowed some elixirs and several life-saving magical treasures upon him.

Although killing is strictly prohibited in this competition, anyone who commits murder and their sect will be immediately disqualified.

However, on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; who knows what might happen?

In this secret realm treasure hunt, the treasure itself is secondary. The main purpose is to measure the overall strength of a sect, as well as the combat capabilities of its members in command, strategy, and cooperation. That's why members of all cultivation levels are included.

Each sect had fifty people, and there were as many as thirty or forty sects participating in the competition, totaling one or two thousand people, which was equivalent to a small battlefield.

On the battlefield, the timing of attacks and the periods of inactivity, along with the various choices, trade-offs, sacrifices, and gains, are all fascinating.

Although the sects participating in the sect conference are among the strongest in the entire cultivation world, they are still quite different from one another.

With behemoths like the Five Great Halls of Qingming, and countless members of the Wenshi Sect who only gained their spots because of Liu Qinghuan, they would naturally be no match for each other on the battlefield.

However, due to various restrictions, the number of participants and their strengths were roughly equal, which greatly narrowed the gap between the various sects. Therefore, this was the only competition in which he placed high hopes on the disciples of the Wenshi Sect.

In later sect competitions, where there are even fewer restrictions on the number of participants (three, five, ten, or even twenty), winning becomes extremely difficult.

At this moment, Master Jing Shu finally finished his speech. With a sudden sharp whistle piercing the sky, the gray mist covering the secret realm gradually dissipated, and disciples from various sects stepped into the teleportation array one after another.

"here we go!"

(End of this chapter)