I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 618, Son of God Blessing Chang

The two waiters did not stay long. They simply introduced some arrangements to Yang Zhao and then pushed the door and left.

There are several simple bird-shaped warning arrays in the room.

This warning array is a bit strange. It can defend both inside and outside.

Yang Zhao used his spiritual sense to check and saw the bird opened its mouth and chirped.

Quacking like an old crow.

Yang Zhao studied it carefully and found that this thing was a spiritual consciousness wave amplifier and had no protective ability.

It was not the same logic as the warning arrays he had bought before. But this one was very sensitive, and it was a good thing.

Yang Zhao was a little envious and wondered if there was anything for sale.

He used his spiritual sense to plow the entire house back and forth several times, killing all living things, no matter if they were insects or grass, and suppressing all lifeless ones with his spiritual power.

She was really afraid of Feng An, a man who could give life to plants with just one word, and no one dared to bet on it.

He took out a simple warning array and a cushion and threw them on the ground.

Yang Zhao finally found a little sense of security.

Sitting down comfortably, she took out the magic weapon for sending messages and tried it out. Hey, it really worked.

When we were in Yeyuan, the messenger device could still be used, but Zhuanrui Tower was always closed.

Now, Zhuanrui Tower is bustling with activity, all about the Four-Party Conference.

From the rules of the Four-Party Conference to the scale of the Four-Party Conference, from the temporary change of the organizer to the distribution of forces in the Bai Yu upper realm, the discussion was very thorough.

Of course, the most popular thing is people.

[One Hundred Great Figures of the Four-Party Conference]

[The 100 Greatest Men of the Four Directions Conference]

[Hundred Years of Development of the Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation]

[True record of the struggle for the opportunity to become an infant]

[Record of the struggle for opportunities for the heretics]

.........

There were more than a hundred of them, and the discussion was extremely intense.

There are also some monks who are not qualified to participate, but they come together to join in the fun and look for opportunities.

There were even some who sought help. A few monks with few connections pooled together some treasures and money, wanting to follow a senior who was qualified to participate in the Four-Party Conference, help run errands, and gain some experience at the same time.

Yang Zhao found some things that interested her and with a burst of spiritual power, the dust in the room quickly arranged into words in the air, which were exactly what she saw.

The only difference between a messenger and a mobile phone is that it is not convenient to take screenshots, and there is no way to transfer messages between mobile phones.

She took out her cell phone and took pictures in the air. She took hundreds of pictures and put them together into a small PPT video on her phone. After clicking to send it to the video platform, she kept it still and tucked it into her arms.

The Dao card is there.

The Four-Party Conference was founded only seven or eight hundred years ago, which is still quite young in the world of cultivation.

The original intention of its establishment was for peace, a very lofty goal.

That war caused the death of many gods in the world of cultivation, and all living beings were in desolation.

After nearly a hundred years of rest and recovery, a four-party conference was organized under the leadership of several powerful people.

It is held regularly to allow all parties in the cultivation world to meet and discuss anything that comes up. If no agreement can be reached, a four-party conference will be held. If there is still dissatisfaction, outsiders will intervene to mediate. If that still doesn't work, they will fight again.

The competition among the Jindan monks for the opportunity to become an infant is actually a trivial matter, it is a prize for the young monks.

Later, the Four-Party Conference gradually expanded from a few days to three months, and its content also changed from a high-level meeting to an all-round collision among the entire cultivation class.

Even so, there are still many alchemists and refiners who are dissatisfied. Many of their elixirs and equipment take a long time to refine and cannot be completed within just three months.

Some Qi-refining monks and foundation-building monks will organize their own competitions during the Four-Party Conference. These competitions have nothing to do with the Conference and some of them don't even have any prizes. However, they are also a good opportunity for low-level monks to shine.

It is said that every time there are some low-level cultivators who perform brilliantly, they are noticed by some senior masters and are then accepted as disciples or given an opportunity.

For cultivators who have no connections and no background, this is really a great thing.

Even a few words of advice from these seniors can be equivalent to several years of work of these monks.

Yang Zhao was not very interested in the above. She wanted to go and see the fun and broaden her horizons.

By the way, she also opened a new thread in Zhuanrui Tower, describing her predicament and asking for solutions.

In order to grab people's attention faster, she chose a title that was very suitable for traffic.

[The son of God of Ye Zhang Temple is attracted to an ordinary person like me?]

Sure enough, after a while many people came to read the gossip.

Cangcheng Li Yan: "Great, you are my Cangcheng senior! Thank you for shining at the Four Directions Conference, promoting the prestige of our Great Zhou, and showing the elegance of our Cangcheng young cultivators!"

Laiyuan Prefecture City Huasheng: "Perhaps others don't know, let me briefly introduce it to you. It is said that Senior Yang is over 20 years old, an outsider cultivator, and has been cultivating for no more than five years, but has already reached the Golden Core stage."

Huang Ge, a student of Cangcheng Prefecture: "When Senior Yang first opened his meridians and awakened his spirit, it caused a great battle in the city. At that time, I was already a ninth-level Qi training cultivator. Now I haven't even established my foundation. My youth has been wasted, and I can't bear to look back."

Zhang Feiyu from Shangying: "If Senior Yang is considered mediocre, then what are we?"

Hu Doudou of Lijing: "You are useless. I, Hu Doudou, have been practicing Taoism for more than sixty years and have barely entered the late stage of foundation building. At this age, I am sometimes complacent. Alas."

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Amidst all the useless compliments, Yang Zhao saw an acquaintance.

Zhang Shibin of Shangying: "Fellow Daoist Yang, if you are in danger, just use your spiritual power to activate the token of the Four-Party Conference, and our Great Zhou senior will come to rescue you."

Yang Zhao was very pleased that the acquaintance was trustworthy. After replying and thanking her, she deleted the post and ran away amid a stream of replies asking for money and gifts and to serve her at her behest.

Too enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that it seems as if the whole world is full of good people.

The next morning, Xiao Shudun came with Feng'an.

"Come on, let's go to the Qiongyin City below for a stroll."

Yang Zhao looked around, and there was no one in front or behind.

"Just you and me?"

"Who else do you want? You wouldn't be interested in any of the youngsters in our Ye Zhang Temple, would you?"

"Senior, you are joking. You are of a higher generation. I was thinking that there would be two juniors following you to run errands for you."

"Hey, there's really no need for that. It's more convenient for me to wait for them than to do it myself."

The two chatted and laughed all the way and soon arrived at Qiongyin City.

Qiongyin City is not too big. It is built along the river and has many tall towers and plants in the city.

The tall towers point to the sky like arrows, making the city more sharp.

What is unusual about this city is that it has no city walls, and naturally no one charges entry fees.

Yang Zhao and his companion walked leisurely into the city, which was crowded with people.

With the Four-Party Conference approaching, eighty to ninety percent of the people in the city are cultivators. If you throw a stone randomly, it will hit three foundation-building cultivators.

When they saw Yang Zhao and the other man, the monks made way for them and dared not look at them directly.

This matter has nothing to do with Yang Zhao, it’s mainly because Feng An is too eye-catching.

After walking for a while, we met two groups of people competing.

Most of the competitions were set up in teahouses and restaurants, where they would have various types of competitions, such as breaking arrays and identifying spiritual plants. The host would place a few small prizes, and there would be young people coming up to show off their skills without any need to shout.

Every time this happened, a group of people would gather around the audience to watch the fun.

These audiences know how to support the performance very well. They will applaud loudly at any outstanding performance. Some even ask loudly for the name of the performer, saying that they want to make him famous.

It’s okay for the more stable monks, but many young monks can’t stand such praise.

Seeing the enthusiastic response from the audience, they became even more excited. They tried their best and wanted to show off their best skills.

The people on the stage worked hard, and so did the people below, and the scene was very lively.

Yang Zhao and the other man were also very happy watching from below.

Feng An couldn't help but sigh: "Young people still look lively. When you get older, no matter how young you look, you won't be as energetic as this. I don't like to stay with them. It's boring."

This was the first time Yang Zhao had seen an 80-year-old man complain about others being old.

But if you think about it carefully, 80 years old is really considered a young age in the Ye Zhang Temple.

"Oh, that's because your Ye Zhang Temple is old-fashioned and rigid."

When the two turned around, they saw a short old man with black hair and beard standing behind them. He was wearing light blue clothes and was short, not even as tall as Yang Zhao.

When Feng An saw the old man, he immediately stopped smiling and pulled Yang Zhao away.

The old man was very dissatisfied and took a step forward to block the two people's way.

"Hey, hey, hey, Feng An, why are you leaving? You came to my territory without even saying hello to me."

Feng An stopped and had no happy expression at all, he almost rolled his eyes.

"I'm not happy."

The old man didn't care and looked at Yang Zhao with a smile.

"Little girl, you look elegant and handsome, you are not from the Ye Zhang Temple, right?"

Yang Zhao looked at the two people who were obviously familiar with each other, and bowed to the old man.

"Junior Yang Zhao, came from Great Zhou to attend the Four-Party Conference."

"Hey, you're from the Great Zhou, how come you're involved with Feng An? Let me tell you, don't be fooled by his kind face, he's not a good person, and you'll suffer sooner or later if you follow him."

The old man looked at Yang Zhao with a kind look in his eyes: "My Qingyi Divine Realm is the host of this Four-Party Conference, and we can't bear to see our guests being deceived..."

Feng An was not polite and fought back.

"Bah, what good is your Qingyi Divine Domain? You are a thief who loves to steal other people's children. You can't stop talking all the time. Anyone who visits you has to plug their ears in advance."

"Hey, Feng'an, stop smearing us. Stealing eggs is only a habit of a few bird tribes."

The old man was even more unwilling to be outdone.

"Your Ye Zhang Temple is quiet, a room full of wooden lumps, and you can hardly say a few words."

Yang Zhao looked around but couldn't get a word in. Seeing the two old men start to dig up their past, he quickly interrupted.

"Senior Feng'an, I don't know who this senior is? Look..."

Feng An snorted. The old man didn't need any introduction and pointed at himself directly: "The Son of God of the Blue Wing Divine Realm - Youchang."

"Hello, Senior Youchang. I have heard of the great name of Qiongyin City for a long time. Today, I am fortunate to participate in the Four-party Conference and see the elegance of Qiongyin City. Only then do I know what it means to live up to its reputation."

Yang Zhao quickly racked his brains to come up with a few words of praise, fearing that the two would start arguing again.

"Hahahahaha, oh, the little girl is still sweet-talking."

Youchang laughed heartily and pulled Yang Zhao away.

"We hit it off right away. Come, come, I'll take you..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng An raised his hand to stop Yang Zhao, looking at Youchang with indifferent eyes.

"Why, are you trying to steal someone from me?"

Youchang also stopped smiling.

"How can this be considered robbery? I am inviting Young Master Yang Zhao to be my guest."

Seeing that the two men had started arguing again, Yang Zhao stopped interrupting and just took out the token of the Four-Party Conference and fiddled with it.

Sure enough, when they saw Yang Zhao fiddling with something in his hand, they both stopped and started laughing.

"Don't be afraid, my friend Yang Zhao. Youchang and I have known each other since we were young, and we have always been very straightforward in our conversations."

"Yes, yes, yes. Others get scared when we quarrel. But actually, we are old friends. We have been fighting since we were young. Come, come, I will take you to visit Qiongyin City."

"Qiongyin City is famous for its Qingyun wine, which is well-known in the entire cultivation world. I'll take you to drink for free."

This time, there were three people walking on the street, and Yang Zhao gradually noticed something unusual.

He said he was taking her to drink, but in fact he was taking him to places where young people gathered.

Not only are there young cultivators competing here, but there are also many ordinary people from the Bai Yu upper realm who bring their children to try their luck. You can run into hundreds of them just by strolling around.

These children are the main focus of these two sons of God.

One or two people stood there counting the radish heads, and after looking at them once, they changed positions.

Yang Zhao was quite curious and asked, "Two seniors, do you think these kids should be accepted as disciples?"

Logically speaking, if these two asked to accept disciples, there would be countless children in the entire Baiyu Upper Realm who would be scrambled to get them.

Why bother looking at them one by one yourself?

Feng'an is quite direct.

"I'll lend you my luck to find the next Son of God." He pointed at Youchang who remained silent.

"This guy's purpose is the same as mine."

This made Yang Zhao a little confused.

"If you two want to find the next Son of God, just open your mouth and you can find any child you want. Do you still have to look for them one by one?"

"Hey, it's not that easy to find." Youchang seemed to have found an outlet and couldn't stop complaining.

"The Son of God doesn't look at the aptitude for cultivation, nor does he look at the family bloodline. What he looks at is the feeling at the moment. If God sees the right person, then he is the Son of God."

"The child's parents knew about it and were prepared, so God looked down on it."

"My friend, I have been looking for forty years, and even this old man has been looking for more than twenty years. The bitterness of this... let me tell you..."

Feng An felt annoyed after listening to this, so he waved his hand and asked Yang Zhao to leave quickly.

"I told you, there is no one in the Qingyi Divine Realm who doesn't nag."

Youchang was also annoyed and started to talk about the past.

"Hey, you are making up stories about me again. Hey, Yang Xiaoyou, let me tell you, did Feng An ask you whether you are a man or a woman?"

Yang Zhao was stunned, Youchang saw through it and laughed.

"Their Ye Zhang Temple is made of wood, and there is little talk of men and women. When he was a child, he was curious and asked..."

"Shut up. Don't blame me if you keep talking."

"Hahahahahahaha, go ahead and say it. Who's afraid? You're the only one who can't get over your childhood experiences. You always mention them when you're lecturing the younger generation."

Having said that, Youchang didn't say anything unpleasant.

But with just these few sentences, Yang Zhao understood that there were many plant spirits and monsters in the Ye Zhang Temple, and Feng An was a human being with different values, so it was common for him to teach his children wrong things.