I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

Upon closer inspection, the underworld official felt a slight unease.

Surrounding Mount Baimu were surprisingly forces from the four major sects: the Elf Sect, the Benevolent Sect, the Yunsheng Sect, and the Zhuo Sect, each exuding an imposing aura.

The underworld official's eyes darkened, and his figure vanished into the void like a ghost, concealing all his aura and coldly watching the farce without revealing his presence.

He carried Zhong Jiu's handwritten imperial edict in his bosom. The oppressive aura of the City God of Kyoto flowing from it acted like an invisible barrier, tightly enveloping his aura.

Even though the four sect leaders were highly skilled, they couldn't detect it at all.

The four groups were clearly distinct, their bodies brimming with spiritual energy, each with an arrogant expression, ready to fight at any moment.

The leader of the Elf Cult is Ruyi Xian, who is the transformed form of a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. His roots are unfathomable, and he is also the eldest disciple of the Flower Mother. His talent is unparalleled in the Elf Cult, and he is highly valued by the Flower Mother.

Ruyi Xian was beautiful and otherworldly, her emerald green fairy dress trailing on the ground, which accentuated her outstanding figure and refined temperament. However, her beautiful eyes were filled with a chilling coldness as she stared intently at the three sects opposite her.

"The Five Wanderers of Baimu Mountain are honored guests personally selected by Mother Flower. My Elf Cult arrived first; what right do you have to block my way?"

Ruyi Xian's voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable air of confidence.

The leader of the Zhuo Sect was Master Puhua, who wore an apricot-yellow Bagua robe, with long hair reaching his waist. As the sleeves of his robe fluttered, spiritual energy surged, and the magic sword in his hand faintly gleamed with golden light. He was imposing and had an aura of dominance over the world.

He scoffed, his tone full of disdain, and said domineeringly, "You're wrong, fairy."

"The Flower Mother invited the Five Wanderers, clearly intending to recruit them into her ranks, right? Coincidentally, I am also ordered by the First Venerable to invite the Five Wanderers into my Zhuo Cult. Today, I have no choice but to offend them."

Master Puhua was arrogant and domineering, completely ignoring Immortal Ruyi.

He was originally the eldest disciple of the First Venerable, and his temperament was exactly the same as his master's. He was arrogant and conceited, and he would not give an inch in anything, let alone compete with the Five Wanderers who had profound fortune.

"You, Master Zhuo, are too domineering! I arrived first, so even if we share the same goal, I should be the one to go up the mountain and meet the Five Wanderers first!"

Ruyi Xian laughed in extreme anger, her tone icy.

"I've never heard of having to follow the principle of first come, first served when hiring someone."

A flippant voice broke the silence.

The man speaking had a gentle smile on his face, but there was indifference hidden deep in his eyes.

This person was named Bai Jin. His original form was an ancient white elephant, a mythical beast. He was born with great fortune and could bring good luck wherever he went. Later, he became a disciple of the Yunsheng Sect.

Because of his extraordinary good fortune and kindness towards his fellow disciples, he was spotted by the old master and taken in as his personal disciple. Not only did he have the highest status among the second-generation disciples, but he also served as the vice leader of the Yunsheng Sect, wielding real power.

Bai Jin, dressed in a green robe, carried a giant sword on his back, stood with his arms crossed, his posture upright, and his eyes showed a clear determination that refused to back down in the slightest.

Seeing this, Ruyi Xian sneered inwardly, no longer bothering with Bai Jin and Puhua Zhenren, and turned her gaze to the last person in the arena.

"Grand Master Ji Weng has also arrived. I suppose Master Shan Jiao is here to rob the Five Wanderers as well?"

Her tone was sarcastic, and her gaze was fixed on the leader of the Good Teachings.

Grand Master Jiweng was the chief disciple of the Goodness Sect. He looked a bit old. The Goodness Sect was based among humans, and all its disciples were also human. He was the most special one among them.

Ji Weng was not a genius; in his early years, he was even ridiculed by his fellow disciples as mediocre. It was only because of his tenacious nature and deep-seated obsession that he was able to be accepted into the Shanjiao sect.

Despite cultivating for a hundred years, he failed to even break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm. With such talent, he should have been expelled from the sect and had no chance of advancement.

However, Yuan Zun defied all objections, stating that he had the potential to soar to great heights, and insisted on keeping him by his side to teach him carefully.

As expected, after overcoming countless hardships to establish his foundation, Ji Weng's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, like a rocket. He made a minor breakthrough every three days and a major breakthrough every seven days, and soon he overpowered all the disciples of the Goodness Sect.

He was a man of few words and taciturn, yet his Daoist heart remained steadfast after a century of trials.

The Venerable Master once praised him as "as firm as a rock," a praise unique among all the disciples of the Good Teachings.

With this incredible turn of events, Ji Weng naturally became the chief disciple of the Good Teachings.

His cultivation level surpassed that of later generations, firmly establishing him as the leader among the second-generation disciples of the three religions, thus earning him the title of Grand Master Ji Weng.

Faced with Ruyi Xian's questioning, Ji Weng remained calm and simply uttered three words: "I apologize."

"Excellent! You three sects usually fight to the death, but today, for the sake of the Five Wanderers, you're surprisingly united!"

Ruyi Xian trembled with anger, her eyes filled with mockery.

She had arrived first, but was blocked by these three people, making it difficult for her to complete the mission entrusted to her by Mother Hua. Her anger had already reached its peak.

Pu Hua, Bai Jin, and Ji Weng exchanged glances, as if invisible sparks were colliding in the air, and the surrounding air pressure grew lower and lower.

The three of them tacitly avoided responding to Ruyi Xian's taunts, none of them wanting to be the first to lose, and the situation once again reached a stalemate.

Bai Jin broke the silence first, letting out a cold snort, her tone filled with disdain: "The Five Wanderers are all human, what do they have to do with you plant spirits? The Elf Cult dares to covet them?"

That hit the nail on the head!

All three religions have human disciples, but the Elf religion consists entirely of plant and tree spirits. In terms of kinship, they do have the advantage.

"Brother Bai is right. If we're talking about withdrawing, it should be the Elf Cult that withdraws first!"

Master Puhua immediately echoed, his tone full of smugness.

Ruyi's beautiful face flushed crimson, her jade-like fingers pointing at the three men, trembling with rage, yet momentarily speechless: "You...you are utterly shameless!"

The underworld official saw everything clearly in the void and instantly understood the cause and effect, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

It turns out that the people of the four sects all had their eyes on these five brothers with great fortune, hoping to recruit them into their sects and enhance their own sect's fortune.

Unexpectedly, they collided and became locked in a stalemate.

Seeing the four arguing endlessly without reaching a conclusion, the underworld official chuckled inwardly, filled with mockery.

"Fight on, fight as fiercely as you can! Little do you know, these five wandering souls have already been targeted by my City God. In the end, you'll all end up with nothing!"

All four were top disciples of their respective sects, of noble status and with profound cultivation. It was naturally difficult to determine a winner through mere verbal sparring.

At this moment, their anger was growing stronger, and there were signs that they were about to fight.

Especially Master Puhua, whose temperament was just as impatient as the First Venerable, had long since run out of patience. The magic sword in his hand hummed and shrieked, as if it would burst from its sheath and start a massacre at any moment.

"Enough! You five wandering immortals, I, Master Zhuo, am determined to take you! If you're not satisfied, come and fight! I, Master Puhua, will accompany you to the very end!"

He shouted sternly, determined to resolve the dispute by force.

"Do you think my elf sect is easy to bully? Today, I'll fight you to the death!"

Ruyi Xian gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She was originally a delicate plant, but through the careful guidance of her mother, she has become resilient and decisive.

The Elf Cult has the shallowest foundation among the four cults and most desires the blessing of the Five Wanderers; how could it possibly back down?

"Excellent! I've been itching for a fight for ages, let's settle this today!"

Bai Jin couldn't hold back either, a fighting spirit flashing in his eyes, and immediately echoed.

Just as the three were about to make their move, Grand Master Ji Weng, the foremost second-generation disciple of the three religions, suddenly frowned and spoke up to dissuade them: "Today's quarrel will inevitably result in mutual destruction if we resort to violence."

"We are all here on our master's orders. If we were to weaken ourselves through a private duel, it would be a case of losing sight of the bigger picture and neglecting one aspect for another. How about this: let the Five Wanderers make a decision first, and then we can discuss the victor?

Upon hearing this, Master Puhua and Bai Jin exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering for a moment. After thinking for a while, they both nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Although Ruyi Xian was unwilling, she knew that Ji Weng was right, so she had to suppress her anger and asked, "But who should take these five wandering immortals with them? They can't be divided among four people, can they?"

"That's up to them to decide."

Grand Master Jiweng remained calm, his tone even but leaving no room for argument.

"We are all from reputable sects, not heretics, so it's not right to force others. As for which sect to join, let the Five Wanderers decide for themselves; we all respect their choice."

After a moment of contemplation, they all nodded. After all, what they said made perfect sense, and forcibly taking it would be a disadvantage.

"Can."

The three spoke in unison, which can be considered as reaching a consensus.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Grand Master Jiweng took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back, raised his eyes to look at Baimu Mountain, and spoke in a loud voice that pierced through the forest: "Gentlemen, you must have already heard about what happened here, right?"

"The choice is yours to make. We will have no objection to whichever religion you choose."

As soon as the words were spoken, a burst of spiritual light suddenly appeared on Mount Baimu, and five figures slowly emerged from the forest.

All five were dressed in coarse linen clothes, their attire simple. The fifth one, with a blank expression and a simple, honest look, was easily recognizable. The other four wore bitter smiles and looked troubled.

The fifth brother was naturally simple-minded and had no idea what was happening in front of him. He just followed his brothers blindly, while the other four were already suffering terribly.

They possessed the abilities of seeing and hearing from afar, and had already heard the conversation between the four sect leaders clearly, leaving them feeling helpless.