"Pavilion Master Qingxin, the female cultivators of your sect are indeed as wise and beautiful as rumors suggest.
However, I wonder if they’d be interested in these untalented disciples I brought along?"
"Brother Yu, you’re too humble. Those you brought are truly remarkable talents from Central Continent, with extraordinary gifts. If anything, it is us who should strive to keep up."
At this mont, the female cultivator in the white dress at the upper right was passionately conversing with a young male cultivator in a blue and purple daoist robe below.
The young male cultivator appeared to be in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, a broad face, and dignified features, his stature tall and imposing, clearly soone in a high position.
Behind him stood a group of young, handso male cultivators.
They frequently cast passionate glances toward the female cultivators seated above, often exchanging aningful looks, seemingly engaging in secret communication via divine sense.
For so reason, the woman in the black dress on the left, along with so attendant female cultivators behind her, all appeared indifferent, showing no desire to chat with the young male cultivators.
’Thump, thump, thump.’
Suddenly, chaotic footsteps were heard outside the hall, drawing everyone’s gaze away from idle chatter inside.
Leading the group was the stunning Wei Rou.
Following behind were people from the Corpse-Driving Sect led by He Xiang, mbers of the Red Sun Sect dressed in fire-red robes, disciples from the True Blood Sect with bodies radiating light and robust Qi-Blood, as well as clansn from the Zhang and Li families from the East Sea...
"Pavilion Master Qingxin, Pavilion Master Ruyi, friends from various allied sects happened to visit, so I took the initiative to bring them here." Wei Rou bowed and then quietly returned behind the woman in the black dress without saying a word.
"Wei Rou, what do you an by this?
Isn’t today a private gathering between our sect and the Thunder Shock Sect? Why did you bring others privately?" The woman in the white dress called ’Pavilion Master Qingxin’ chastised with an unhappy face.
At this mont, an elder from the Red Sun Sect in late Foundation Establishnt wearing a red robe stepped forward: "Fairy Haitang, we ca to visit today and happened to hear that your sect’s fairies are choosing a spouse, seemingly from a major sect in Central Continent.
My disciples are sowhat ignorant and arrogant and wish to see for themselves the skills of these Central Continent disciples, to verify if their talents are as impeccable as rumored, invincible at the sa tier?"
A middle-aged Tier Six Body Cultivator from the True Blood Sect, with a lion-like physique, also stepped forward, speaking more bluntly: "These days, there are too many pretenders; so claim to be from major Central Continent sects, yet their skills are diocre, not even noteworthy within their own sect.
Your sect must be discerning not to be deceived by misfits."
When it was He Xiang, the elder from Corpse-Driving Sect’s turn, he seed to have forgotten what to say, staring intently at the white-dressed woman sitting on the sandalwood throne: "Haitang, Haitang..."
Seeing this, Lou Yi gestured to Qiu Shaojie.
Qiu Shaojie reluctantly stepped forward: "I heard that Qingluan Palace’s fairies choose a spouse by strength, so my disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect wish to try if given the chance?"
Wei Rou’s faction wanted to disrupt the proposed marriage alliance, evidently well-prepared, inviting significant powers from the Red Sun Sect, True Blood Sect, East Sea’s Li family, etc.
Lou Yi’s group rely stumbled upon the scene.
Originally, they were having an amicable chat with the cultivators from Thunder Shock Sect, quite pleased, until this sudden twist of events brought unrelated individuals, including one person they absolutely did not wish to see.
Pavilion Master Qingxin, the white-dressed female cultivator, was trembling with anger.
She suddenly stood up, coldly looking at Wei Rou and the powerful female cultivators before her.
Among them, Lou Yi noticed Wei Rou’s master ’Fairy Biluo,’ Xin Ziqi, standing nearest to the woman in the black dress.
Her beauty overshadowed nearly all female cultivators in the hall, only her disciple Wei Rou could compare.
"Wei Rou, today is a secret eting between us and the Thunder Shock Sect; how dare you bring unannounced sect associates?" The ’Pavilion Master Ruyi’ in the black dress reprimanded gentle tones.
Yet, it was apparent she was rely feigning, for her words lacked the slightest hint of anger.
"It was presumptuous of ; please forgive , Pavilion Master.
Should I take them elsewhere to entertain?" Wei Rou showed a semblance of remorse.
Seeing Pavilion Master Ruyi and Wei Rou perform a duet, the leader from Thunder Shock Sect, previously observing coldly, laughed suddenly: "It’s our first ti in the Northern Domain, and the locals are unexpectedly hospitable.
If so, let the juniors exchange insights, seize the opportunity to witness the local Daoist ways.
Any objections?"
The Thunder Shock Sect leader turned to his young disciples, his gaze sharp.
"Reportedly, thousands of years have passed since a True Monarch appeared in the Northern Domain... Nonetheless, to thrive here and resist Demon Clan attacks, there ought to be so prowess."
"Can rural cultivators from nowhere dare question our illustrious Thunder Shock Sect?
Have they never heard of ’With one thunder, myriad techniques arise; one thunder strikes the stars’?’
"Since the fairies of Qingluan Palace harbor doubts, let’s dispel them with strength!"
The synchronization of the Northern Domain’s three sects had already stoked the Thunder Shock Sect’s young cultivators’ fury, buzzing heatedly to challenge and debate with the three sects’ cultivators.
Hearing their words, Lou Yi had an odd look on his face.
He had an unnerving feeling of becoming a background antagonist.
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