Dong——

Dong——

A melodious bell suddenly rang out in Wangxian Valley, and more than ten groups of disciples flew out from below. Brilliant Immortal Light lit up all around the valley, and one by one, bronze platforms slowly ascended from below, beginning to form a larger platform in mid-air.

What's happening?

Master Wang, who was discussing tactics with Mu Dan through an Alien Soul, was also attracted by the commotion. He returned his mind to his main body and opened his eyes to observe the scene.

"What's going on here?"

"It seems like the disciple martial arts tournament is starting early?"

"Is Wangxian Valley afraid? Those Demon Path's Evil Demons haven't even shown up, and they're already starting the tournament?"

"Perhaps they're worried the disciples will be harmed by the Demon Path. It's understandable. No matter how strong those Demon Cultivators are, would they dare to show off in front of so many fellows? It's bound to be all bark and no bite."

"I was hoping to watch some excitement... but seeing the new generation of Wangxian Valley isn't bad either."

The cultivators around were abuzz with discussions.

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment and felt a bit at ease.

Due to the information gap, he didn't know that someone from Tianluo was already assisting the Righteous Cultivators in this world.

However, there were too few people, and even Mu Dan hadn't detected them yet.

'Master Uncle is always so decisive.'

'Starting the tournament early might disrupt the Demon Path's plans and cause them to reveal flaws.'

Wearing a particular lens, Master Wang silently gave a thumbs up to his Master Uncle.

Wang Jixuan couldn't do much, but he casually instructed Mu Dan:

"Level one combat mobilization."

The First Base instantly buzzed with activity.

The scale of movement there was dozens of times more magnificent than the disciple tournament at Wangxian Valley.

Meanwhile, on Wang Jixuan's main side.

Murong Zhengyi specifically ordered his female guard to pack an ample amount of food, setting up a full spread on the Cloud Platform, and he was also inviting:

"Master Uncle, why don't you and the two fairies come have some food? Just as Wangxian Valley has started the disciple tournament early."

"Oh? Why did they start early?"

"From what I heard, it seems to be to avoid the sharp edge of the Demon Cultivators."

Murong Zhengyi respectfully handed over a pair of jade chopsticks.

Wang Jixuan accepted them with a smile, leisurely picking up tasty dishes and placing them into an empty bowl nearby.

Amina immediately floated over, taking the bowl and chopsticks with a smile.

"Don't just eat, use your sensory circuit to detect any danger."

"Okay."

In her busyness, Amina replied.

At the side, Xiao Huating was much more considerate. She ran over to Wang Jixuan's other side, kneeling and serving tea and wine for her master and the sisters who would become her future masters.

Murong Zhengyi tactfully went to the side, calling over three to five friends to sit and feast together.

Someone asked Murong Zhengyi who this was, and he vaguely replied:

"My Master Uncle, here to protect my life, so don't disturb him, everyone. His cultivation is extraordinarily profound."

The other 'young' cultivators were also tactful, not raising their voices or looking over at the women nearby.

Soon, the arena was set up, and those disciples who flew to the perimeter began inviting guests to watch from the front.

Because the tournament was starting early, some guests hadn't had time to arrive, leaving four-tenths of the cloud platform vacant. Ordinarily, they would wait for guests to arrive, but not today. A man and a woman, two elders from Wangxian Valley, flew to the center of the arena.

Two platforms filled with young disciples from Wangxian Valley slowly rose from below.

The 'truly young' men and women were on high alert, eager to try, their youth still burning brightly.

If nothing unexpected happens, today's arena is set for them.

Unfortunately, an unexpected turn is already underway.

"These disciples are quite spirited."

Master Wang commented appreciatively.

Amina picked up a spirit fruit shaped like a peanut, chewing it with her mouth covered. Her bright eyes blinked lightly as she quietly asked, "Can I transform? Eating like this feels a bit restrained."

"Transform, you are free. Our family doesn't have such rules."

Bang!

Amina's figure instantly shrank a foot.

No.5, long absent, reappeared on stage!

She giggled as her big eyes turned into crescent moons, sitting down cross-legged, rolling up her sleeves to begin a whirlwind feast.

"The food here is so delicious!"

"Wow! All the ingredients are nourished with Spiritual Power! This is too extravagant! Why didn't we think of treating ingredients like this before!"

"Wow! Try this roast meat! If you don't eat it, I will! Hanging out with you has really paid off!"

Several black lines appeared on Wang Jixuan's forehead.

In a moment, the spark of emotion stirred by Amina's larger form was directly... shattered...

However, Master Wang was ultimately gentle, and some positions in his heart were instead touched.

He laughed, "Eat slowly, if not, let Zhengyi's nephew go and buy more for you."

"Alright! Buy lots more!"

"You only listened to the latter half, didn't you?"

Wang Jixuan tossed a storage ring to Murong Zhengyi beside him, whose female guard had already risen and flown out directly.

Murong Zhengyi smiled, "Thank you, Master Uncle, for your generosity!"

Wang Jixuan squinted and smiled, feeling a bit more favorable towards this young man.

Looking at the arena, the man and woman, two stewards from Wangxian Valley, made a Daoist bow in all directions, and then began their lines loudly.

It was mostly about the crisp autumn weather, the bright sunshine, how it's a great honor for Wangxian Valley to have so many fellow Daoists come from afar to witness the event... and so on.

For many years, it's always been the same routine.

Fortunately, their chatter didn't last long, taking only half an hour, after which they announced the rules for this tournament and began arranging the draw ceremony for the more than two hundred disciples.

Little Amina was also attracted by the commotion on stage, carefully watching those young disciples ascending the platform.

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