NOVEL NEXT Chapter 500: Master Uncle
It turns out the local Demon Cultivators are causing trouble.
According to the discussions among the fellow cultivators around, basically:
Two days ago, several great Demon Path figures appeared together to intimidate Wangxian Valley, leaving behind a Blood Hand Stele and issued a challenge, suggesting that the Wangxian Valley disciple competition this time should become a matchup between the Daoist and Demon factions, without stopping halfway, saying they would bring their disciples to show up soon.
Wangxian Valley's Sect Leader, Wang Jixuan's Master Uncle, Daoist Tai Ye has widely sent invitations, with Righteous Sects responding, and a large number of experts coming out of seclusion to arrive here.
In the eyes of many cultivators, in the current world, the Righteous Path has always suppressed the Demon Path.
Even if occasionally a talented figure from the Demon Path emerges, stirring up storms in certain regions, they will be suppressed by the profound accumulations of the Righteous Path.
What kind of accumulation?
Naturally, it is the Mahayana Masters of each sect.
Except for the reckless youngster from six hundred years ago, most Mahayana Masters will try to face Heavenly Tribulations in the latter part of their life, experiencing the beauty of the mortal world.
Recently, there have been rumors that several dozen sects of the Demon Path are conspiring something sinister together, with various Old Demons appearing in the present world, seemingly wanting to cause a major disturbance.
Unexpectedly, they chose to attack the well-established Wangxian Valley first.
The Righteous Sects united against a common enemy, responding to each other's calls, with a swarm of Righteous Cultivators arriving, and experts from over a dozen Righteous Sects coming to the scene.
However...
Upon hearing this matter, Wang Jixuan felt a sense of unease rising in his heart.
There must be someone behind the Demon Path!
Did they just jump out to cause trouble themselves?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
This must be the Dark Sect orchestrating behind the scenes, letting local Demon Path sects jump out first, gradually leading to a Daoist and Demon war, and then they appear to sweep across this land.
According to Mu Dan's detection, the Dark Sect is still gathering personnel, Wang Jixuan did not expect them to act this early.
How to avoid this matter?
Or alternatively, how to counterattack the Dark Sect?
With his hands folded behind his back, Wang Jixuan continuously pondered, his brows lightly furrowed, his expression serious.
Amina, however, was indifferent, admiring the landscape of cloud-covered mountains and seas, feeling the grandeur of thousands of cultivators gathered.
Murong Zhengyi hurriedly returned, standing on the Treasure Ship, cupping his hands towards Wang Jixuan, and quickly reporting the situation Wang Jixuan had already discovered.
Murong Zhengyi whispered, "Senior, who would've thought the Demon Sect would come to make trouble!"
"This is why I came here, to remind them that the Demon Sect is going to stir things up."
Wang Jixuan shook his head:
"To think, just a step late... But it's fine, I'll come here to observe as planned, and borrow the Murong family's name to hide.
"Later, if those from the Demon Path come to cause trouble and the Righteous Path can't resist, I'll naturally lend a hand."
Murong Zhengyi felt deeply affected.
He seemed to gain great spirit, held his head high, nodding solemnly, his voice could be lowered, but his excitement was undisguisable: "Junior is willing to offer my small strength! I will ask my father to send experts from the family!"
After speaking, Murong Zhengyi took out a Communication Jade Token, quickly wrote a few bold characters, and sent the Jade Token flying into the sky.
The Jade Token transformed into a stream of light and rapidly sped away.
"Senior, this way please, let's go find the fairy from Wangxian Valley for reception, and ask them to arrange a spot in the front row for us."
"Hmm, next call me Master Uncle, do not expose."
"Yes."
...
Master Wang had a good impression of this fellow Murong Zhengyi.
The other understood etiquette, knew when to advance or retreat, and possessed a passionate spirit, blending the youthful vigor and righteousness that a Righteous Cultivator should have perfectly.
The so-called viewing platform was actually the cliff tops lining the north and south sides of the valley.
Several hundred small Cloud Platforms have already been prepared here, each accommodating a few, even a dozen people seated together.
Those eligible for the Cloud Platform must be reputable Righteous Cultivators.
Soon, a giant viewing platform will rise from within the valley, leveling with the cliff tops, where the disciple competition will be held.
According to the Cultivation World's custom, many Loose Cultivators will come forward on the day of the competition, and if anyone is in the Golden Core Realm, they may be allowed to enter the rear of the viewing platform.
Most of these Major Sect disciple competitions occur every ten or twenty years and serve as a perfect opportunity to showcase a sect's strength and its glory. If any participant displays outstanding talent, they can seize this chance to become renowned.
For instance, Master Wang back in the day.
Corner of the first row Cloud Platform.
Wang Jixuan sat on the soft couch, while Amina and Gao Huating played chess in the corner of the Cloud Platform, Murong Zhengyi and the two beautiful ladies he brought sat properly beside them.
Most men sat cross-legged, while most women knelt to sit.
Wang Jixuan looked at the scene before him, feeling quite nostalgic in his heart.
Back then, he was in such a scene—the crowd at the disciple competition was not as large as today, but it was also under the witness of numerous experts that he fought his way with one sword to the final match, and at sixteen, his cultivation lost narrowly to a senior sister in her thirties.
Primarily because he had rushed, using all kinds of Taoist Skills without knowing how to conserve Mana.
At that time, he was famous across the lands.
Later, he had no chance to participate in competitions again.
Because at twenty-six, he had already become a high-level deacon within the sect, his cultivation too advanced, surpassing the requirements for disciple tournaments, and had to become a judge.
Master Wang slowly closed his eyes.
Roaming in the infinite void, free and unbound, crossing the Three Realms, coming and going as I please, go!
A faint shadow flew from between his eyebrows.
This shadow floated forward, effortlessly entering the mountainside beside him, unnoticed by anyone.
Murong Zhengyi saw Wang Jixuan sitting in meditation and dared not interrupt, beginning to transmit messages with some noble family's descendants, discussing how to act next and how to band together in emergencies, and so on.