In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the Vice Sect Leader of Tai Xuan looked at him and said loudly:

"The Tai Xuan Grand Feast was originally intended to promote friendship between the Yao Guang and Ji families. Fellow Daoists wished to watch the battles and witness the prowess of the top geniuses of the Southern Region, which our Tai Xuan Sect understands and will treat you well. However, you have disregarded etiquette and the dignity of Tai Xuan, stripping the Yao Guang and Ji families of their prestige. Is this not unreasonable?"

The meaning is very simple: this is an arena set up for the younger generation of the Yao Guang and Ji families. Don't go too far. It's good enough that you can watch the show and see the gap between yourselves and the extreme forces. What are you making a fuss about?

If you cause any more trouble, not only will the Ji family and Yaoguang hold a grudge against you, but the Taixuan Sect will also not let you off the hook.

These words were undeniably harsh. Apart from the five holy families of Yaochi, Feng, Wang, Wanchu, and Zifu, all other ancient sects said they "dared not".

At the same time, he used his divine sense to reprimand his own divine son and elders, telling them to behave themselves.

Especially the divine son and daughter, they will soon witness what the divine body that shakes the Eastern Wilderness is like, and just how powerful the future God King who will rule the Eastern Wilderness will be.

"We were out of our minds and forgot about today's main character. Please rest assured, we will remain on the high platform and watch the battle between the Divine Body and the Holy Son of Yao Guang."

"It is absolutely true, absolutely true."

Many ancient sect elders and sages echoed their sentiments, while the divine sons and daughters behind them occasionally glanced at the high platform where the Ji family was located.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the handsome and extraordinary young god-king closed his eyes to rest, awaiting the arrival of the Yao Guang.

"However, since all the forces in the Southern Region are gathered here, and they see each other often, disputes are inevitable. Before the arrival of the Yao Guang and the grand gathering, any party that wants to resolve its conflicts can have its divine sons compete and ascend this Dao Platform."

As the voices faded, the Supreme Elders and other elders leading the various sects exchanged glances.

Damn it!

Just now they were afraid of offending Yao Guang, Ji family and Tai Xuan Sect, but now they say that before Ji family and Yao Guang start fighting, you can be appetizers, and the Divine Child can go up on stage to fight.

"Our Qingwei Sect is determined to fight against the Mengshan Ancient Sect."

"I taught the divine son to ascend the stage and fight at Tai Ling Palace."

"I choose Qingshen Temple!"

In an instant, many forces that had accumulated grudges wanted to put the Divine Child on stage to save face for themselves and make him famous in the Southern Region.

Therefore, the Tai Xuan Sect arranged for a half-step Grandmaster to oversee this matter.

The younger generation from the Southern Region stepped onto the stage one after another, and divine light soared into the sky, the laws of the Dao manifested, some emanating celestial energy, others resounding with demonic sounds, and all sorts of wondrous techniques appeared on the fighting platform.

On the mountain where the Tai Xuan Sect disciples were located, a handsome young man and a girl in a purple dress with a dusty face hid behind the crowd, watching the two divine sons fight, their eyes shining.

"Oh dear, you poked her eye. Her eyes are so long. The sect's secret technique must be related to the eyes."

"Are you kidding me? This is clearly a powerful weapon, such a huge cauldron! Instead of swinging it around and smashing people, you're controlling it like a flying sword? The Azure God Temple is supposed to be one of the top 100 powers in the Southern Region, how can its divine son be so incompetent!"

"Ye Zi, these people are not as good as you. If you don't go up and use your wild punches to knock down these prodigies, you will be the number one genius in the Southern Region."

Ji Ziyue looked for a long time and found that none of them could compare to her brother, not even the wild cultivator beside her.

Most of these great sect disciples are from the Dao Palace Secret Realm, and a few are exceptionally talented and have become Four Extremes, but their combat strength... Ye Fan could probably sweep them all away.

"Stop fooling around, watch properly."

Ye Fan watched with great interest. The ones who had ambushed him before were all from the Ji family. They immediately used the Great Void Technique and the Void Handprint. There was even a half-step powerful expert from the Ji family who might be a direct descendant. He immediately used the Heaven-Severing Finger. If it weren't for the power of the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, he would have almost been killed.

Although these divine sons are not as powerful as him, they all use secret techniques passed down for thousands of years in the Southern Region, each with its own strengths, which can broaden his knowledge.

"But why hasn't Lao Lü arrived yet? The people from Yao Guang Holy Land haven't arrived either."

Ye Fan frowned. Could it be that Lü Yao was so engrossed in cultivation that he forgot about such an important occasion?

He suddenly remembered a quote from Lü Yao: "All my achievements today come from my hard work."

Ye Fan truly believed it.

At this moment, Lü Yao quietly arrived at the back of Xingfeng Mountain. Under a waterfall, by a clear pool, a young man dressed in blue was intently playing the guqin.

Lu Yao moved nimbly and found a rock not far from the boy by the pool to sit down and listen quietly.

The music was sometimes clear and melodious, like the tinkling of a spring, and sometimes majestic and profound, like a vast army.

The high notes are delicate and intricate, as if facing life's challenges head-on, playing a triumphant tune, but in the end, they suddenly sob, as if fate is too heavy to bear.

Half an hour later, the music gradually faded away. The boy in blue raised his head and looked at the boy in white with furrowed brows who was appreciating the music with his eyes closed not far away.

Lu Yao slowly opened his eyes and saw Hua Yunfei sitting by the pool with a zither on his lap.

This "furnace" possesses an otherworldly elegance, resembling a divine being, as warm and gentle as jade, and elegant with a touch of grace.

At this moment, the sound of the green zither on the harp was so profound that it felt as if all sounds were still.

"Who are you, fellow Daoist?" Hua Yunfei asked first upon seeing this extremely strange young man.

Lu Yao smiled gently, stood up and greeted him: "A new disciple of Zhuofeng."

"Hua Yunfei, a disciple of Xingfeng Peak, may I ask why you seek me out, junior brother?" Hua Yunfei's brows and eyes were full of doubt. He felt that this person was not like a disciple of Zhuofeng Peak and did not have the temperament of Zhuofeng Peak at all.

"I've heard that there's a senior brother on Xingfeng Peak who's obsessed with playing the zither but neglects his spiritual practice. Such a strange thing made me want to come and see for myself." Lü Yao looked at this tragic figure and sighed inwardly.

He was originally the successor of a great sect and had a loving family, but he was forcibly given a demonic seed from a young age, becoming someone else's furnace and forced to devour the source of life.

In his eyes, the Ruthless lineage was terrifying. They could produce two imperial scriptures, and the people guarding them were all powerful avatars, and there might even be saints behind them.

Although Tai Xuan Sect is among the top 100 in the Eastern Wilderness, it is not a sect with a single peak and a single great power. Great powers are few and far between, and it has no foundation of saints. It is already quite good that it has a very old Dao-slaying king.

It's even more possible that Hua Yunfei equates the Ruthless People's lineage with the Yao Guang Holy Land, which is why he doesn't dare to tell the Tai Xuan Sect Leader about this.

Helplessly, I became a puppet on a string, a vessel for others.

Hua Yunfei smiled, his smile brightening everything: "There's a grand gathering in the Southern Region on Xiyue Mountain within the territory of the Tai Xuan Sect. Why don't you go and take a look, Junior Brother, and see the brilliance of those top figures from the Eastern Wilderness? Wouldn't that be more interesting than me?"

"What's so interesting about that? Theirs is nothing more than a struggle over realms and material desires, while my senior brother's music is all about the struggle over destiny. The difference in skill is immediately apparent."

Lü Yao had no intention of hiding it.

As expected, Hua Yunfei thought about his own fate when he heard about the struggle for destiny.

A trace of sorrow appeared on his face.

But he was immediately alarmed, afraid that the "protector" would see something in his face and think that he was disobeying his orders, so he kept glancing to the side.

"There's no such thing as a struggle for fate. Yunfei simply yearns for nature and enjoys playing the zither." Hua Yunfei's eyelashes trembled slightly as he caressed the zither with both hands, as if touching a priceless treasure.

At this moment, Lu Yao said, "Last year in the Qinling Mountains, I encountered a person who was chasing a woman riding a Soul-Destroying Demon Bird and wearing a black veil. She looked somewhat like my senior brother."

"Clang!"

Hua Yunfei's fingers froze, snapping a string. The sturdy string fell down his knees, still trembling even as it drooped to the ground.

Just like his current mood, which has shifted from calm to panic.

"It must be Senior Brother, right? Senior Brother seems to be using the Flying Immortal Technique? What is Senior Brother doing there?" Lu Yao asked one question after another, each word hitting Hua Yunfei's heart.