Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
Linger Yao shook her head, saying,
I am fine.
Qingfeng Li said with a slight smile,
Good. How have you been recently?
Linger Yao frowned, since it was the first time that a man showed concern for her. She was not used to it.
As the leader of the Demon-imperial Sect, Linger Yao had lived in the sect since she was little, and she had done nothing but cultivate since the last sect leader had planned early for her to be the next sect leader.
She put all her time and attention on cultivation and had never thought about relationships.
Of course, she was courted by some strong self-cultivators, but they were all defeated by her with one palm strike.
Her standard for her mate was very simple: he must be an unrivalled strong fighter and could defeat her.
But in the whole world of self-cultivators, only a handful could defeat Linger Yao. The strong fighters from super sects were mostly over seventy years old and some of them were even over 100 years, and thus were impossible to be her boyfriend.
The fat daoist walked to the side of Qingfeng Li, saying,
I hate to interrupt your lovers’ talk but don’t forget that I saved you both.
Smiling slightly, Qingfeng Li said,
Thank you for rescuing me. I wonder which powerful senior had asked you to save me.
The fat daoist shook his head, saying,
It is a secret. But in short, I will protect you.
Qingfeng Li smiled slightly but didn’t continue asking. In fact, he had not needed the protection of the fat daoist, since he had many powerful cultivation techniques that he had yet to use, such as the Golden Flames with which he could have defeated the leader of the Blaze Sect. But he didn’t want to hurt the fat daoist by refusing his kind help.
Thanks to the fat daoist’s protection, the leader and the disciples of the Blaze Sect stopped making trouble for Qingfeng Li.
The fat daoist had awed everyone so much with his many spiritual treasures that not only the leader of the Blaze Sect, but the other self-cultivation sects as well dared not to make trouble for Qingfeng Li.
The leader of the Blaze Sect cast a cold glance at Qingfeng Li before walking forward. He swore silently that he would get his revenge in the future.
Qingfeng Li had naturally noticed that cold glance, but he didn’t care because he didn’t think Huo Leng was a threat to him.
Qingfeng Li led Black Puppy and Sky-Devouring Snake forward. In the square ahead of them, a large number of self-cultivators had gathered. Some strong self-cultivators stood in the front of the group and waited for the alliance chief selection competition to begin.
There were two people presiding over this selection competition for the alliance chief of Huaxia’s self-cultivators.
One was Fengwu Cao, the director of the Special Security Bureau, and the other was Qixuan Zhenren.
Qixuan Zhenren flew into the square.
He was an old man over 200 years. White-bearded and white-haired, his back was straight. Wearing a gray robe, he stood there and released such a powerful presence that the whole world stilled in front of him.
Qixuan Zhenren had a great reputation in the world of self-cultivators. 200 years ago, he had been a famous strong fighter on the Earth and was unrivalled in Huaxia.
One hundred years ago, when the world of Huaxia’s self-cultivators was in danger, he had helped them fight the devil forces, which was why many self-cultivators admired Qixuan Zhenren very much.
Now, the world of Huaxia’s self-cultivators was facing a great crisis that had not happened in the last thousand years. Under the assault of ten thousand western self-cultivators, the world of Eastern self-cultivation was in the danger of extinction.
At this critical moment, Qixuan Zhenren walked out of his cultivation abode and took the mantle of a leader among Huaxia’s self-cultivators.
Qixuan Zhenren, when will the selection for the Chief of Huaxia self-cultivators begin?
Yeah, Qixuan Zhenren, please announce the time since we have waited here for a long time. Besides, you must tell us the competition rules.
Qixuan Zhenren, don’t delay anymore. Most of the disciples in our sect have been killed by the western self-cultivators.
The attending self-cultivators began to ask him questions all at once.
If it had been another person who was presiding over the competition, the self-cultivators would have been beating him up by now. But due to the great prestige and reputation of Qixuan Zhenren, the gathered self-cultivators were restrained and only offered their suggestions and ideas.
Qixuan Zhenren extended his withered hand and smoothed his white beard before saying,
Calm down, everyone. We will announce the alliance chief selection rules after some powerful isolated self-cultivation sects show up.
Qixuan Zhenren, all the powerful self-cultivation sects have come. What other sects are we waiting for?
a short-haired woman asked.
Qingfeng Li frowned when he recognized the short-haired woman as Xiao Li. Qingfeng Li had saved her in Hell and she harbored some secret affections for Qingfeng Li.
Looking at the pretty face of Xiao Li, Qixuan Zhenren smiled. He explained,
There are hidden dragons and tigers in the world of Huaxia self-cultivators. During the ancient era, there were many powerful sects.
Some of them were destroyed and some have concealed themselves. They hid in remote places and will not show themselves until the moments when the world of Huaxia’s self-cultivators faces the danger of extinction.
Xiao Li blinked and said
Oh, I understand now.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh…
At that moment, a group of black-clothed people showed up. Clothed in black robes, they walked in the air and released a strong chilling presence.
The powerful black-robed self-cultivators were not orthodox self-cultivators because their eyes gave off a chilling light of evil. They landed in the center of the square and looked at the surrounding self-cultivators.
The surrounding self-cultivators turned pale and began to retreat, not daring to look them in the eye.
Qixuan Zhenren frowned at the black-robed self-cultivators in disapproval. He said,
Guys form Ghost-Emperor Sect, since you are here, you must follow the rules here. We are all Eastern self-cultivators and face the common enemy of the Western self-cultivators. You must not look at the people around you with hostility.
Hearing Qixuan Zhenren’s admonishment, the leader of the black-robed self-cultivators smiled slightly and nodded in understanding.
Qingfeng Li looked out and saw the leader was a middle-age man in his fifties.
The man was pale and gloomy. With a thin figure, his long and narrow eyes flashed chilling lights which gave people goosebumps.
