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The old man was worried that he might not be able to handle it. Although Junior's realm wasn't high, his strength was undeniable. He just hoped that the old man's teeth were strong enough.
The old man, who had a penchant for eliminating geniuses, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. After all, he had been quite foolish in his youth. Who didn't have their emotions? I wonder if the old man felt anger when he heard people calling him an idiot.
The old man truly had a complex personality. He feared that he might not be able to match the prowess of his predecessors. Gu Xiao pointed into the distance, indicating that someone else was approaching.
Azure Robe, Azure Sword, Red Hawk.
No matter where he went, the former Chief Elder of the academy could easily be recognized. The Divine Realm cultivation clearly hadn't caught Ji Wuqiu's attention. With his gray hair, Ji Wuqiu looked like an old farmer, sipping tea leisurely.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had come at the invitation and was surprised to find that he wouldn't be facing that butcher after all. He felt a bit unexpected yet somewhat anticipated about it.
The young ones from the academy—Old Man had heard of them decades ago and couldn't believe they had grown to such an extent. Not bad, not bad at all.
Predecessors should be cautious; look over there.
Tenglan pointed to his left, where Wen Tian was approaching in a small boat, holding the Wenxin Sword. It was already trembling in his hand, unable to suppress the battle intent surging within him.
Oh, Little Guy from the academy, I wonder who is eager to spar with Old Man?
Just as Ji Wuqiu finished speaking, a voice came from above.
It was none other than Wen Shiren from Mingxin Sect, greeting his predecessor.
Wen Shiren glided through the air like a cloud, arriving at the teahouse amidst a flurry of auspicious clouds.
One, two, three, four—huh? Ji Wuqiu counted and suddenly spotted a figure in the distance. Who could that be? A disciple from some family?
At the Treasure Pavilion, Xu Qiaoshui approached respectfully. "I come to pay my respects to the senior and hope for your guidance."
"Ah, no problem," replied Bu Luo. "But I wonder what kind of tuition fee you are willing to offer. I’m not sure if I can teach you."
"What do you think would be an appropriate tuition fee?" asked Xu Qiaoshui.
The Old Man pondered for a moment. "I don't deny that my life is worth a bit more."
"If you think it’s enough to defeat those people, then feel free to take Xu Qiaoshui's worthless life," he added.
Ji Wuqiu stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I wonder if it’s enough?"
The Little Monk also wanted to join in. "What do you think, Senior?"
At that moment, a stone wall nearby twisted, revealing the figure of the Little Monk, Ling Chanzi, as if stepping out from a painting.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you at Tianzhu Temple, Little Monk," said the Old Man. "All the disciples of the Buddhist Sect and Daoist Sect have gathered. I wonder if we can stop that old Mahayana Practitioner."
"Don’t worry, Old Sir," Xu Qiaoshan interjected. "Although I don’t deny being a disciple of some Super Sect, I believe I can contribute to that battle. Do you think I qualify, Senior?"
Xu Qiaoshan swung his long knife, and thunder roared above him, sweeping through the surroundings.
In such a battle, how could the Night Emperor be absent?
From the darkness came the voice of the Night Emperor, yet no one knew his location, as if the sound emerged from an endless void, leaving people unable to pinpoint its source.
In the depths of the Eternal Night Sect, searching for plum blossoms in the dead of night, it seemed we were all outstanding figures of our generation. I wonder if anyone wishes to challenge the Old Man to a duel?
Ji Wuqiu still felt confident in his victory. After all, the Mahayana Practitioner was known as an Earth Immortal. However, I don't deny that this title was somewhat hollow. Although there was no essential difference from a Divine Cultivator, the gap in realms was undeniable. Relying on sheer numbers would never suffice; those who had not undergone Heavenly Tribulation would never truly understand the power of a Mahayana Practitioner.
Oh, there are quite a few people here; it seems he arrived late.
Pei Shigui, clad in a fur coat, looked like a nouveau riche as he approached alone in a carriage pulled by four oddly-shaped birds.
As he got closer, everyone realized that the one pulling the carriage was none other than Feng Xiao.
Bu Luo Feng Xiao smiled faintly and said, "Qiankun Dao Feng Xiao, I've met you before, Senior." He was indeed the first one to arrive.
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