Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1971 It’s hard to refuse such hospitality
Liu Qinghuan glanced around the rest of the secret realm and found the Taiqing Sect members, who were currently confronting another group.

Around them, there were two or three other teams waiting, both openly and secretly, making it quite a lively scene.

Now it was Liu Qinghuan's turn to gloat, and he laughed, "It seems that my Wenshi Sect isn't the unluckiest."

Li Shan said angrily, "These little brats! I told them to play it safe at the beginning, but they forgot about it in the blink of an eye!"

"That depends on the timing. If the timing isn't right, constantly avoiding it is just being cowardly," Liu Qinghuan commented fairly. "But you don't need to worry too much. The more people there are, the lower the chance of a fight breaking out."

As he predicted, when the Taiqing Sect and the opposing sect realized there were other teams around, they quickly separated and cautiously retreated.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; nobody wants to be the mantis.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Zhongwen Sect dealt with the mother tiger and obtained their first treasure: a box of spirit ore.

The criteria for determining the winner in the Secret Realm Treasure Hunt include the total value of the treasures obtained, the duration of the team's survival in the Secret Realm, and the remaining number of players and their cultivation levels.

The more people there are, and the lower their cultivation level, the higher their score will be.

Therefore, using low-level disciples as cannon fodder is not feasible. On the contrary, high-level cultivators should do their utmost to protect low-level cultivators. This is the true standard that distinguishes a sect from a rogue cultivator.

Otherwise, a cultivator at the Integration Stage could easily wipe out most of the opponents, making the competition meaningless.

The scene was full of exciting moments, with clashes, struggles, and fierce battles frequently breaking out between different factions.

Off the field, the spectators cheered and shouted, or cursed loudly, making a great commotion.

However, the group of Mahayana cultivators were able to sit together and chat with smiles on their faces, appearing outwardly harmonious.

"It must be thanks to Dao Kui's excellent teaching that every disciple in his sect is like a dragon among men, with outstanding strength and skills."

Liu Qinghuan nodded slightly and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. Your disciples are no less impressive. Their ability to quickly recover from the chaos and respond swiftly demonstrates their well-trained nature."

The newcomer was none other than the Mahayana cultivator from the Ghost King Sect, known as the Nightmare Soul Ghost Venerable, who rode over on a cloud to greet them.

"I've wanted to befriend Dao Kui for a long time, but I never had the chance. I never imagined that one of our disciples would be the first to do so. What a coincidence, hahaha!"

The Wen Shi Sect disciples had recently tricked the Ghost King Sect members, but the Nightmare Soul Ghost Lord showed no sign of anything amiss and remained very friendly.

Liu Qinghuan exchanged pleasantries with him politely for a while, wondering why this person hadn't left yet, when she heard the other person say:
"Such a golden opportunity, how could I miss it? I wonder if you would do me the honor of a duel with me in the Nine Heavens in a few days?"

Liu Qinghuan's smile froze slightly. Before she could answer, a voice behind her said, "No!"

Turning around, they saw the Martial Venerable Lianzhen of the Xuanhuang Realm striding over and stepping onto the flying cloud where they were.

"If there is to be a fight, it will be me who fights Fellow Daoist Taiwei first!"

Liu Qinghuan was speechless: Why did this guy suddenly pop up?
The Nightmare Ghost Lord revealed his displeasure: "Lian Zhen, don't you understand the principle of first come, first served..."

However, Lian Zhen completely ignored him, staring only at Liu Qinghuan and saying, "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember the battle we fought many years ago? I lost because I underestimated you. So this time, I will definitely win..."

Liu Qinghuan quickly interrupted him: "Wait, when did I agree to fight you? No, I never said I wanted to go to the Nine Heavens Battle Platform, you guys..."

"What are you all talking about? Why is it so lively?"

Another person arrived riding on a cloud; it was Dao Xuan Zhenren from the Haosheng Garden of the Five Great Halls.

"Fellow Daoist Taiwei is going to the Nine Heavens Battle Stage? That's great! I've been looking forward to sparring with you for a long time. Given our friendship, I should at least be first in line, right?"

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback and said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist Daoxuan, why are you joining in the commotion?"

"Hahaha!" Dao Xuan abandoned his usual seriousness and laughed with great charm.

"It's just that you either stay in seclusion or are rarely seen. Actually, many people in the cultivation world want to fight you, so just give in!"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head repeatedly: "No, no!" However, things were not that simple. Somehow, the news spread like wildfire, and top-level Mahayana cultivators from all walks of life came to him, all clamoring to fight him. They didn't even bother to watch the actual competition.

Before long, the flying cloud where Liu Qinghuan was located expanded many times over, and he was surrounded and unable to move.

Even Li Shan, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, joined in the fun, not wanting to miss out on the excitement: "Me! Me too, hahaha!"

Watching more than a dozen people arguing about who should go first, Liu Qinghuan thought to herself that she hadn't agreed to go up on the battle stage either!

These people's intentions are crystal clear; they'll force him to comply, whether he likes it or not.

The Nine Heavens Battle Platform was similar to the competitions between disciples of other sects, except that it was between Mahayana cultivators.

Seeing that the argument was going on and on, Liu Qinghuan sighed helplessly and finally spoke:

"I'm just one person, and there are so many of you. We can't possibly fight you all. It's not right for anyone to go first or last, so... let's just forget about it!"

This statement immediately aroused dissatisfaction among everyone.

"No way! You're not getting away this time!"

"Fight me first!"

"Why should you go first? I should go first!"

"I will beat Dao Kui until he pissss in fear!"

This sentence wasn't obvious when it was sandwiched among a bunch of other words, but the contempt and hostility in it were very strong.

Liu Qinghuan pretended not to hear, and glanced casually at the person, noticing that it was an unfamiliar face.

"Do you know that person?" the voice transmission asked Li Shan.

"Who?"

"Among those people behind, the one with gray hair and a hooked nose."

Li Shan looked over and secretly scoffed, "That's the Netherbone Demon Lord of the Blood River Sect in the Cold Crow Realm, an arrogant and conceited fellow, but his strength... you have to be careful."

Liu Qinghuan raised an eyebrow and saw Zhenyi push through the crowd and walk in.

"Fellow Daoist Taiwei, it seems you are quite popular!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled wryly, "Yes, I'm the kind of person everyone wants to beat up. You've come at the right time, please help me persuade everyone."

Zhen Yi laughed and shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't persuade you. Fellow Daoist, do you know how difficult it is to refuse such kindness?"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at everyone, pondered for a moment, and then reluctantly compromised, saying, "Alright! But I'll only play one match. You guys pick someone to fight me."

"One game isn't enough."

"Yeah, how do we divide it among so many people?"

"Of course it is me!"

"You'd better beat me up first!"

Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Zhenyi whispered to Liu Qinghuan, who shook her head repeatedly before finally nodding.

Zhenyi turned around and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the crowd: "How about this, everyone compromise. Fellow Daoist Taiwei agrees to participate in two matches, but which two people..."

His gaze swept over everyone, and he smiled, "Fellow Daoists who are interested in a battle can have a preliminary match. The two who win in the end will then fight Fellow Daoist Taiwei. How about that?"