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Hou House.

Su Tang stood obediently in front of the old man in black robes and respectfully offered him a cup of tea: "Master, please have some tea."

She glanced at him furtively, feeling that he had been beaming with happiness these past few days, as if he were... having a lucky streak with women?

The old man in the black robe took the tea and nodded.

Qin Zhenzhen only considered it for half a day before coming to the Marquis's residence that very night and agreeing to cultivate with him.

The old man in black robes was delighted to have such a young and beautiful woman, and his gaze toward Su Tang became less sharp and scrutinizing: "The Mystic Arts Conference is approaching, and talented disciples from all schools of mystic arts, divination, formation, exorcism, and witchcraft will go there to compete on the same stage."

"That little girl from the Su family will definitely go, and you have to go too."

Su Renbao is going too!

Su Tang's pupils contracted slightly, instinctively afraid of being compared to her, and she said timidly, "Master, I think I'd better not go. If I lose to Renbao, wouldn't that be a disgrace to you?"

The old man in black robes darkened his face: "You're already showing fear before even comparing? I don't have such a cowardly disciple. Since you're unwilling, I will take back all the witchcraft on you. You can go back to being the unlucky Su Tang, whose life has been suppressed by Su Renbao's halo."

"No!" Su Tang's face suddenly drained of color. She immediately knelt down to admit her mistake, her voice trembling, "Tangtang knows she was wrong. Tangtang will do everything in her power to fight Renbao and crush her underfoot!"

Upon hearing this, the old man in black robes nodded expressionlessly: "Alright, you may depart now."

"Yes."

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At the entrance of Zhiwei Valley, two disciples dressed in brocade white robes and black robes stood, inspecting the invitation plaques of those entering the valley.

Not far away, behind a large rock.

Renbao squatted down with Daoxuan. She looked at Daoxuan, who was peeking around with a strong sense of surreptitiousness. Her big eyes flashed with confusion, and she gently poked him with her little finger: "Xuanxuan, what are you looking at? Why aren't we going in yet?"

"Renbao, there's only one invitation plaque." Daoxuan turned around, leaned against the large rock, and slowly took out a wooden plaque from his pocket that hadn't yet been inscribed with a name.

Renbao leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand, and said, "Hmm... then Xuanxuan, you can go by yourself. I'll head back home."

"No way!" Dao Xuan reacted strongly, speaking his mind. "What if I, this old Daoist, can't compete with the young master? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?"

Renbao let out a sound of surprise.

"Who goes there!" The disciples of Zhiwei Valley exchanged glances upon hearing the noise behind the large rock and stepped closer.

Dao Xuan immediately wrote Ren Bao's name on the wooden plaque, then took out a bunch of talismans and stuffed them into her arms: "Little Yama, Qingshan Temple is counting on you. If anyone asks you who you are or where you come from, just say Qingshan Temple, Su Ren Bao!"

After saying that, he vanished into thin air and ran away.

Two disciples arrived just then.

Renbao looked up, blinked her big eyes, and gave them a sweet smile.

"Name?" the disciple asked.

Renbao puffed out his little chest and shouted in a strong voice, "Su Renbao!"

"Taoist School"

Renbao wanted to say "underworld," but she glanced at the words on the wooden sign: "Qingshan Temple."

The disciple took the wooden plaque from her, glanced at it, and then looked at her chubby little face. Judging by her age, this little baby was only three years old.

Qingshan Temple is a very popular Taoist temple, yet it sent a three-year-old child. I really don't know if it's overconfidence or just being lazy.

"Go in." The disciple watched Renbao go in.

Fifteen minutes later, Su Tang arrived at Zhiwei Valley and handed over the wooden plaque.

"The Witch Clan, Su Tang."

After Su Tang went in as well.

The two disciples leaned close together, watching her retreating figure and whispering to each other.

"Two little babies showed up at this year's Mystic Arts Conference, both with the surname Su. What a coincidence!"

"One is Taoist, the other is a shamanistic sect; this year's metaphysical conference is going to be quite a spectacle."

Renbao walked in Zhiwei Valley, where the grass was lush and the flowers were in full bloom. She would catch butterflies for a while and pick a few small flowers to put in her hair.

Upon seeing a crowded area, her eyes lit up, and she ran forward with her chubby little legs moving very quickly.

A Taoist priest in a dark blue robe stood before a boulder and said calmly, "Fellow practitioners, please look at this boulder weighing a thousand catties. No matter what method you use, as long as you can lift this boulder off the ground, you can enter the inner altar."

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

"So the outer altar was just for waiting around."

"Yes, it seems we can only enter after passing the first hurdle."

Renbao listened attentively, mingling in the crowd.

"I'll give it a try first," a strong voice rang out.

Renbao looked over curiously.

The old Taoist priest, dressed in yellow robes, held a command flag in his left hand and a Taoist talisman in his right. He stepped forward steadily, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations.

The talisman in his right hand flew to the base of the boulder, and as he waved the command flag, the motionless boulder began to tremble slightly.

The onlookers held their breath, watching the boulder lift an inch off the ground before crashing back down with a thud.

The Taoist priest in charge of the gate raised his hand: "Pass."

The inner altar door opened, and the old Taoist priest, after tidying himself up, slowly stepped inside.

Those who hadn't yet passed the first hurdle looked at his retreating figure with envy.

Then, one after another, people came forward. Those who failed looked dejected, while those who succeeded were beaming with joy.

The supervising Taoist priest glanced around at the dozen or so people, his gaze lingering on Renbao for a moment before calmly saying, "Next, who wants to try?"

No one answered.

The confident and capable people have already gone in.

Most of the rest lack confidence.

"I'll do it!" Renbao raised his chubby little hand.

The already quiet venue fell even more silent. Many people noticed Renbao, who had assumed she was just there to watch the excitement. But when she said she wanted to try it, they were all astonished.

Wearing a black ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), adorned with gold from head to toe, and with jingling bells jingling around her, Little Yama strode to the center with square steps. She had learned this gait from Su Xuance, and she thought it looked impressive.

The supervising Taoist priest remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Taoist sect, name, are you a fellow practitioner here to participate in the Mystic Arts Conference?"

Why do you need to ask again? Didn't we already ask? Renbao tilted her little head and looked at him, then sighed while resting her chin on her hand.

There are so many rules when you're traveling.

"Yes, I am Su Renbao from Qingshan Temple." Renbao's voice was clear and soft, each word distinct, and he sounded a little proud.

They've really come here to compete in mystical arts!

The cultivators from all sides stared wide-eyed, whispering among themselves, "She looks only three years old, and must be a child raised in a wealthy family. How could she possibly lift that huge rock?"

"Even I think it's risky; she's definitely going to cry later."

The Taoist priest glanced at the speaker, who immediately fell silent. He took a step back and gestured for Renbao to step forward: "Please."