She nudged Wang Jixuan's arm with her elbow.

"Hey, darling!"

"Ahem," Wang Jixuan, who was drinking tea, almost choked himself, "I'm here, what do you want to say?"

Xiao Na transmitted: "Where's your senior sister?"

"What, what senior sister?"

"The one you missed back in the day," Xiao Na murmured, "Mu Dan told me, when you were injured and unconscious, you called out for your senior sister over a dozen times."

Wang Jixuan: ...

"Don't misunderstand, I've only had one ex in the entire universe, in all of space-time too."

"Oh, don't be so tense, these are small matters. You don't mind me getting older, and I don't mind you being experienced. Your rich past accumulates rich positions too."

"Ahem!"

Wang Jixuan silently covered his chest.

Bring back his mesmerizing beauty, elegant and unparalleled, well-behaved and dignified!

"You also mentioned your junior sister over a dozen times."

Xiao Na's big eyes continued to curve into crescents, her small mouth kept munching non-stop.

Fortunately, ahead, the gong and drum began to sound, and the first group of disciples started their contest.

"Look at the fighting, look at the fighting. Back in the day, I was on this stage too, enjoying everyone's attention, it felt absolutely wonderful."

"How wonderful? Tell me in detail!"

Xiao Na decided to let him off the hook.

After all, he was indeed quite honest.

...

The disciples' fighting was indeed quite entertaining.

Actually, once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, fighting involves mobilizing spiritual energy across hundreds of miles, and the attacks dazzling to the eye.

Unlike these disciples around the Foundation Establishment or Solidifying Pill stages, no matter how hard they try, they can't shake the surrounding protective array.

Wangxian Valley is renowned for its magic techniques, possessing numerous wonderful techniques.

However, for the sake of conserving mana for subsequent fights, most disciples relied heavily on the magic treasures and artifacts in their hands.

Sword cultivators have always been the most dashing, and soon there appeared two sword cultivators practicing the Qingping Technique paired with sword songs, which sparked endless discussion and praise from the surrounding audience.

There were those who cheered and applauded enthusiastically on the side;

There were also cultivators looking to curry favor with Wangxian Valley, or those eager to show off their knowledge, and whenever the fight below took place, they would narrate the moves used by the disciples below.

The area became lively as it heated up.

Wang Jixuan listened and watched with a smile, while the little beauty beside him occasionally popped up with life-or-death questions, causing him to break out in cold sweat.

Thus, the tournament smoothly continued for two hours.

Over thirty disciples from Wangxian Valley went on stage, including an immortal seed not yet thirty years old who had already reached the Late Golden Core Stage.

The atmosphere in the arena gradually became lively under the shouts from the surrounding audience.

It seemed like Wangxian Valley was on the verge of becoming the number one sect under the heavens by tomorrow.

Wang Jixuan appeared calm on the surface but was actually observing every corner carefully.

Master Tai Ye and that group of grand experts, seemingly still eating and drinking in the main hall; traditionally, these righteous giants would only show up to watch during the semifinals and finals of the big tournament.

There's no fun in watching a bunch of junior disciples peck at each other like chickens.

But beneath the peaceful joy, Wang Jixuan sensed something unusual.

These great experts were all dispelling the effects of alcohol;

No more disciples were serving wine at various spots;

The bustling Wangxian Valley suddenly became too quiet, it was as if all the excitement had moved to the ring above.

Hmm?

Wang Jixuan suddenly noticed a few disciples hurrying in the corner, disappearing into a wall.

What a hidden passage.

Was there always such an escape route?

Master Wang was a bit curious, and sent a thread of Primordial Spirit Power to follow them, soon revealing the truth.

It was an escape tunnel made by converting a maintenance route of the Mountain Protection Array's base.

He could see a batch of lower-cultivation disciples moving underground towards a distant safe point, with several Outer Elders assisting them.

'It seems Master Tai Ye has indeed believed what I said.'

Master Wang smiled first, then felt a bit worried.

'Is Master Tai Ye too quick to trust others? Could he have recognized my voice?'

Caring leads to chaos, indeed.

Sizzle.

"Boss, northwest direction, about ten thousand miles, there's a mass of black clouds, and within the clouds are many Demon Cultivators, though they're all from this world."

Mu Dan's voice came through the hidden earpiece:

"Based on my preliminary observations, there are about seven Mahayana Cultivators, eleven Tribulation Crossing Realm ones, and less than twenty in the Unification Realm... Seems like this is all the high-end combat power of the Demon Cultivators in this world? They did bring plenty of minions though.

"Oh right, there are quite a few in the Golden Core Realm, numbering in the hundreds."

Wang Jixuan: ...

That's how Demon Cultivators typically are, progressing swiftly in the early stages, constantly hitting bottlenecks in the mid-stages, and later on...

Most Demon Cultivators don't have a "later stage."

The main reason Wang Jixuan resists becoming a Fallen Demon is that it's extremely easy for Demon Cultivators to go insane later on.

Many Great Demons are arrogant for a while, and without the Righteous Sect even bothering to exterminate them, they self-destruct.

This group of Demon Path cultivators has long been beaten into disarray by the Righteous Sect, and if not for the high price of total annihilation, the Righteous Sect would relax into a scattered mess.

Wang Jixuan calmly said, "This is indeed the full might of the Demon Cultivators of this world."

Mu Dan: "So weak."

"Evil cannot triumph over righteousness, that's the natural order of things."

"I'll keep an eye on them," Mu Dan said with a smile, "We've prepared for battle here, though large-scale destructive weapons aren't suitable for use here."

"We'll see, it's not like the Righteous Path is completely powerless."

"Alright."

Mu Dan acknowledged before about to end the call, but suddenly exclaimed: "They're starting to gather! A lot of Dark Sect members are gathering underground! My satellite matrix doesn't lie, the units of energy are constantly moving, they're planning an underground surprise attack!"

"Can we set mines underground?"

"There's not enough time, and the weapons we use are severely limited in power underground, they're most destructive in the atmosphere, while these are individual humans, not large targets."

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment: "Then, as they get closer to the median line, we'll launch an attack from underground first."

"We'll launch an attack?"

"Yes, drop a few nuclear bombs on them, make as much noise as possible, not only to frighten them but also to draw attention to the situation from the cultivators here."

"Alright, they're just starting to gather. Using the fastest missile delivery system, we should be able to deploy a few drilling missiles in time."

"While we're fighting here, I'll also open the second subspace portal."

"Understood."

The two ended their communication.

Wang Jixuan straightened up.

All eyes around immediately focused on him.

Wang Jixuan seemed to awaken from a dream, his previously stern face now wore a slight smile, and he turned his head and asked, "Zhengyi nephew, where's the bathroom?"

"Uh, in the back..."

Wang Jixuan nodded, hands clasped behind his back, drifting towards the direction Murong Zhengyi pointed.

Murong Zhengyi and a few friends beside him exchanged glances.

"Such an expert, and he needs the restroom?"

"Perhaps he found the fights of these junior disciples dull and wanted to walk around."

Murong Zhengyi turned to look at the shortening Amina and the engaged Gao Huating with eyes fixed on the stage, feeling unsure.

Is there something wrong with this senior?

Hmm? Suddenly the sky turned gloomy?

Murong Zhengyi looked up, but the crowd was already in a stir.

"To the west! Look to the west!"

"Demonic Qi surges like the heavens!"

"The Demon Sect is here!"

On the stage, in the stands, and on the multitude of Treasure Ships hovering on the periphery, countless cultivators rose simultaneously, gazing at the massive black clouds rolling in from the west.

A rough voice, booming like thunder:

"Oh, oh, oh! Old thief Tai Ye, are you scared? Trying to advance the competition, don't want our disciples to be part of it?"

"How about a competition between Righteous and Demonic disciples today! Let's see who's raised better disciples, hahahaha! Ah! My eyes!"

The voice, laughing, suddenly caught and hitched with a hiccup.

The Thousand-Mile Transmission magic was still on, which left this person embarrassed, roaring from within the cloud, "Who! Which rascal ambushed me!"

In the depths of the fog, this old man with blood-red long hair clutched his left eye, blood dripped from the corner, and a silver needle stuck in his eyelid.

The injury wasn't severe enough to blind him, but the insult was immense.

Underground, Wang Jixuan quietly watched the scene.

He was deliberately provoking the other party to strike directly, not giving any window for the Dark Sect members to gather.

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