“My disciple is none of your business, Qingjue!”

Ye Tiande couldn’t tolerate Sage Qingjue’s words.

Also at the fifteenth level of Qi Cultivation, he was not inferior to Qingjue.

Previously he retreated only because he lacked assistance.

If it were one against two, he definitely would not be a match for Sage Qingjue and Liu Hong.

But today is different.

For certain reasons, it might turn into a two-on-two!

“Hehe, I was merely giving you some friendly advice. If you won’t listen, that’s your problem.”

Sage Qingjue sneered coldly, thinking that if he didn’t carry the burden of Shu Mountain, he would have taught Ye Tiande and the Xuantian Sect a harsh lesson.

Whether in the mundane world or the Cultivator Realm, it was precisely because of twisted minds like those in the Xuantian Sect.

This was the source of endless darkness.

“Enough talk, Xuantian Sect has traveled far, take a rest, or else it’ll be embarrassing if you can’t take even one move from Wuming.”

“Sect Master Ye, you needn’t worry so much, Xia Liu’s condition is very good, and now if we face you again, there’s no negotiating this time.”

“Liu Hong! Must you bring up that incident?”

Hearing Liu Hong’s words, Ye Tiande instantly grew furious.

If it wasn’t for his own carelessness then, could Xia Liu have injured him?

What a ridiculous joke!

“Don’t get angry; I’m simply speaking the truth. After all, your cultivation is nothing but hollow.”

“You’re asking for it!”

With Liu Hong’s mocking, Ye Tiande’s temper flared up instantly.

He exuded a powerful aura, sending the disciples behind him flying.

At that moment, Sage Qingjue stomped his foot, a continuous surge of Rigid Force swept through the scene.

Ye Tiande’s momentum was instantly suppressed.

“Sect Master Ye, today’s focal point is the Immortal Sect disciples. If you wish to spar, arrange a time and place another day, and I will witness your battle until all is dimmed.”

“Hmph! Today you got lucky, Liu Hong. After Xia Liu’s defeat, I’ll see if you can still laugh.”

Ye Tiande snorted coldly, dropping his words and walking out of the arena.

Around the ring, viewing areas are set up for convenient spectatorship of the match on stage.

After Ye Tiande settled, an eerie ringing suddenly echoed.

Dingling ling!!!

Dingling ling!!!

One sound after another, endlessly reverberating.

Soon, they were surprised to see a gray silhouette appear on the arena from nowhere.

As the crowd became aware, twenty more figures, clad in black and white, appeared on the arena.

These people dressed very strangely; ever since their arrival, the scene was filled with a ghastly aura.

Within this aura lay a greater presence of Dead Energy.

Making people shudder with fear.

Some disciples with lower cultivation levels began to tremble as they felt the chilling Dead Energy.

“West Mountain Ghost Gate!”

Liu Hong and Sage Qingjue spoke in unison.

In the entire Huaxia Realm, only the West Mountain Ghost Gate would dress like this.

They differentiate their hierarchy by the clothes they wear.

Gray represents high-level members of the sect, white represents high-rank disciples, and black represents low-rank disciples.

There was one gray, ten white, and ten black.

It showed how many high-ranking individuals from the West Mountain Ghost Gate had come this time.

“You two Daoist Fellows certainly have a refined interest, preparing the atmosphere before the match even starts.”

On the stage, the gray figure lifted its head, the expression beneath the gray robe was indistinctly sincere.

“Sect Leader Ghost Su, who’s the exceptional disciple you’re planning to send for the competition this year?”

Liu Hong asked.

Because the West Mountain Ghost Gate was quite special, it was rare for the other four Immortal Sects to plant spies within.

The Qingyun Sect naturally didn’t have the capability to do so.

Thus, Liu Hong was not well-acquainted with the information or strategies of the West Mountain Ghost Gate.

“Elder Liu, are you making fun of my Ghost Su?”

Ghost Su’s voice suddenly turned icy, as if coming from a coffin.

Everyone present was horrified, feeling chills.

“If this counts as teasing, then there’s no true dialogue.”

Liu Hong shook his head; Ghost Su seemed different from before. When did he learn to joke?

Unfortunately, this joke was too cold.

So cold that it was unbearable.

“Ha, this year the West Mountain Ghost Gate does not plan to participate in the competition.”

“Oh? Daoist Fellow Ghost, are you frightened?”

Ye Tiande teased from the side.

“Interacting with ghosts and gods daily, fear doesn’t enter the equation; primarily, the sect’s treasures are nearly depleted…”

Ghost Su seemed to be joking this time, yet it sounded so sorrowful, causing people to feel even more horrified.

“Hahaha!”

Ye Tiande laughed shamelessly.

“This has nothing to do with the Xuantian Sect, considering it’s always the Qingyun Sect that defeats you.”

“That’s somewhat tragic. If there’s a chance, I may have disciples send some unused treasures back to West Mountain.”

Liu Hong was not joking.

Previously Ghost Su hadn’t mentioned it, and he was unaware of this situation.

Although they previously gained much from the West Mountain Ghost Gate,

only those cultivating the Ghost Gate Technique could use those items.

Now that the West Mountain Ghost Gate had reached this point, Liu Hong naturally wouldn’t keep such ominous treasures in the Qingyun Sect.

“Oh, if that’s the case, then I’d certainly thank Elder Liu!”

Ghost Su’s pronouncement of “thank” had a subtle hint, leaving it unknown if it was genuine gratitude or sarcasm.

“Since you’re not participating in the competition, just watch from the side.”

Ye Tiande then stood up: “Elder Liu, since nobody’s coming, should we start before it gets dark?”

“Xia Liu, are you ready?”

Liu Hong inquired.

“Anytime.”

“Good.”

Watching the eager Xia Liu, Liu Mingyue suddenly grabbed him.

“Liu…”

“You must win.”

Biting her lip for a long time, Liu Mingyue released Xia Liu’s arm, summoning the courage to finish her words.

“Hehe, don’t worry; I will definitely win!”

Xia Liu gave Liu Mingyue a confident smile.

If Ye Wuming was only at the twelfth level of Qi Cultivation, then there shouldn’t be any mishaps.

“Damn you, Xia Liu! I want you dead! I want you dead!”

Standing at the back, Yun Hai clenched his fists even tighter.

Witnessing Liu Mingyue proactively holding Xia Liu made his eyes flare with envy.

How dare she act so boldly in front of him!

Initially, when he invited her out, intending to hold her hand, she slapped him!

But now!

She dared to take such actions. Was she treating him like air?

The moment Xia Liu stepped onto the stage, many disciples from Xuantian Sect started discussing spiritedly.

Given the situation, Ye Tiande naturally paid no mind.

“According to reports, this Xia Liu is only at the tenth level of Qi Cultivation.”

“Tsk tsk! With that level of cultivation, he dares to come to the stage. Qingyun Sect surely has no one else!”

“Indeed, Xia Liu has done many wicked deeds, today surely he won’t escape Brother Wuming’s Strength Technique!”

“Only a tenth-level Qi Cultivation, probably can’t even withstand one move from Brother Wuming.”

“That is truly embarrassing…”