Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

The atmosphere was subtle and oppressive.

Along with Ge Yu, the reputation of the Purple Mansion Holy Land was also trampled down.

"brute!"

Someone finally couldn't hold back anymore; their voice was hoarse and their eyes were red.

"Although Senior Brother Ge rarely leaves Baopu Peak, I've had a few interactions with him, and he's definitely an honest and kind person. He's always humble and polite to everyone, never saying much or causing trouble. He cultivates ancient methods, walking the most difficult path, and never competes with anyone for anything..."

The disciple's voice choked as he said, "Why must this short, wretched fellow from the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land humiliate others like this?"

Everyone knows the answer.

Humiliation was the very purpose.

The grudges and entanglements between Wan Chu and Zi Fu have lasted for tens of thousands of years. It's hard to say who is right and who is wrong. All that's left is that they fight whenever they meet, fighting for resources, territory, and pride.

Now, the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Beginnings is sweeping across the territory of the Purple Mansion, stepping on the faces of the Purple Mansion disciples and saying "nothing special." This is hatred, but also a show of force.

What the disciples of the Purple Mansion found even more unacceptable was that Zhu Wuji broke through four minor realms in one go today, from the first level of the Dao Palace to the perfection of the fifth level. Each breakthrough was achieved on the spot, and each battle was a crushing victory.

This talent, this accumulation of experience, and this composure in breaking through four realms under the spotlight are almost enough to create a legend in the Eastern Wilderness.

And they could only watch helplessly.

In the fourth group, Zhu Wuji casually gave it to Yi Qianlun, the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Holy Land.

He stood there, opened two Dao Palaces in succession, his aura surged, and then said, "I'm not getting involved anymore," as if the group of leaders were nothing more than something he could discard at will.

This posture is more painful than being hit.

The atmosphere on the high platform was equally oppressive.

Lin Suwen, the Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion, sat upright in the main seat, her face dignified and revealing no emotion.

But her fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest.

Those who know her well know that this is a rare instance of her being irritable.

She turned her head and glanced at the nine Supreme Elders and five Peak Masters behind her. Those high-ranking members of the Purple Mansion who usually harbored their own thoughts and fought each other openly and secretly were now all solemn and silent.

"Gentlemen, how confident are we about what will happen next?"

"Given the current situation, I believe everyone would agree that whoever takes first place should become the Holy Son or Holy Daughter."

The weight of those words was clear to everyone present.

The selection of the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the Purple Mansion Holy Land involves consideration of cultivation level, temperament, background, and popularity. It requires competition among various peaks and evaluation by elders, and often takes several years to finalize.

But now, the Holy Lord himself has said that whoever comes in first place will be the winner.

But unusually, no one voiced any objection.

"For the sake of the Holy Land's reputation," Lin Suwen sighed, "I may give up my old self, but the Purple Mansion cannot be humiliated."

After those words were spoken, a moment of silence fell over the platform.

Today's scene truly made them feel a long-lost sense of shame.

Yang Yang, the peak master of Purple Bamboo Peak, was the first to speak, saying, "This Dao Discussion Conference is being held in my Purple Mansion, and my Purple Mansion disciples also make up the largest number, about 15% of the total. If we don't have a champion, how can we maintain our standing in the future?"

Su Yunqi, the peak master of Tian Shu Peak, nodded and said, "The last group of the Dao Palace, which is the competition for the Dao Palace Perfection, will be the most intense. I have faith in Zixia."

"But... I'm afraid someone might take advantage of the situation to do something sabotage."

They knew all too well the way the Holy Land of the Beginning operated.

Today, Zhu Wuji has broken through four realms and humiliated Ge Yu. This is no longer just a contest, but an act of venting anger and establishing his authority.

"It's alright."

"Some time ago, I sealed a power within the Purple Mansion Mountain and River Map. It will protect Zixia should she be threatened."

Although the Purple Mansion Mountain and River Map is far inferior to the Supreme Emperor Weapon, the power sealed within it is more than enough to protect a disciple at the Dao Palace Realm.

"At this moment, all we can do is look to that little girl Zixia and Yang Mo..."

Yang Yang nodded and said, "I will remind Yang Mo that he absolutely cannot lose the second group competition of the Four Extremes."

The high-ranking officials of the Purple Mansion, who usually engage in open and covert struggles, were unusually united at this moment.

……

The fourth group's competition at Dao Palace ended in a distracted atmosphere.

When Yi Qianlun won the championship, the applause was sparse. Everyone knew that the petal of the Other Shore Flower was not entirely won by him, but was given to him by Zhu Wuji.

The people from the Nine Heavens Holy Land didn't look too good either, but they had won after all, so they didn't say anything and just silently put the petals into their pockets.

All eyes were on the fifth group, which was about to begin.

The fifth realm of the Dao Palace, or the perfect stage of the Dao Palace.

This group is the first real highlight of this conference.

This realm is so special; the Dao Palace Perfection is the realm that young cultivators most often reach.

This is the realm where the holy sons and daughters of various holy lands are most concentrated. They have spent many years here, honing their foundations and accumulating their inner strength.

Therefore, this group is a gathering of outstanding talents.

Zhu Wuji, the Holy Son of the Wan Chu Holy Land, has just broken through four realms in succession, his momentum is unstoppable, and he is currently enjoying unparalleled fame.

Li Donglai, the Holy Son of Dao Yi Holy Land, is mysterious and unpredictable. It is said that he cultivates an evil technique, and no one has ever seen him use his full power.

Xiang Yifei, the Holy Son of the Dayan Holy Land, inherited the Holy Law Dayan Holy Sword and is proficient in divination. He is a killing god among the younger generation in the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness.

The chief saint of the Ziwei Sect has an unknown origin, but it is said that he possesses a special bloodline and should not be underestimated.

And, the Purple Mansion Holy Land, and Fairy Zixia.

A primordial Dao embryo, a darling of the Great Dao, a physique rarely seen throughout the ages—the trump card that the Purple Mansion Holy Land has kept hidden for eighteen years is finally about to be revealed today.

The atmosphere around the battle platform, on the platforms of various holy sites, became lively.

"I've long heard that the Purple Mansion Holy Land has produced a Primordial Dao Embryo among its female disciples this generation. She rarely ventures out into the outside world; let's see what she's made of!"

"Haha, ancient texts record that this physique is invincible among those of the same level, protected by the Great Dao. I'd like to see if it's as the rumors say!"

"So what if you have a special physique? I've seen many great emperors and ancient sovereigns throughout history who attained enlightenment, and very few of them had a special physique! In the end, the path of cultivation depends on the individual, not fate!"

Discussions rose and fell, each person harboring their own thoughts.

Some were expectant, some were skeptical, and some were simply watching the spectacle. But the disciples of the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land made no attempt to hide their contempt and provocation.

"A primordial Dao embryo? Later, our Holy Son will teach her what the true Dao is!"

"Exactly! Both our Holy Son and I are at the fifth level of the Dao Palace, so who's afraid of a battle between equals?"

"This is all the Purple Mansion Holy Land can hope for. How pathetic."

The image of Ge Yu being trampled on the ground was still vivid in his mind. Zi Fu's face had been crushed into the mud, and anything he said was just a waste of breath.

They need a victory, a resounding, undisputed victory that will shut everyone up.

All eyes turned to Zixia without prior arrangement.

The purple figure sat on the platform of Tian Shu Peak, elegant as a lotus. From the beginning of the Dao Discussion Conference until now, she had been meditating with her eyes closed, surrounded by purple mist.

"Senior Sister Zixia..."

A voice rang out from among the disciples of the Purple Mansion, hoarse and trembling, as if it had been held back for too long and finally burst out.

"Please strengthen my Purple Mansion!"

"Senior Sister Zixia, please strengthen my Purple Mansion and sweep them away!"

"Go, Junior Sister Zixia!"

"Tian Shu Peak stands with you, Zi Fu stands with you!"