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From this angle, everyone was in plain sight.

“People from Wanjian Pavilion,” Qin Changqing realized.

As an old Tier 4 Sect in Tianchuan State, Wanjian Pavilion was also one of the favorites to win on Tianti Road.

This sect was entirely made up of sword cultivators. Everywhere Qin looked, he saw swords. They emitted a strong sword aura, as if afraid that others wouldn’t recognize them as sword cultivators. Didn’t they know that we sword cultivators should conceal our swords within?

Gentlemen conceal their weapons, and act only when the time is right.

Beside Wanjian Pavilion, Qin Changqing spotted another rather eye-catching sect. He immediately felt much more pleased because every member of this sect was a beautiful woman.

Qin Changqing’s eyes lit up, “Which sect is that?”

Nangong Xue explained, “It’s Qiushui Pavilion. They are an all-female sect, accepting only female disciples.”

Qin Changqing asked, “So it’s a women’s school. When do they accept men?”

As soon as he finished speaking, his fellow disciples all looked at him. Qin Changqing softly coughed, “I was just curious.”

“Qiushui Pavilion may be powerful, but among the two pavilions, Wanjian

Pavilion is the stronger one. In recent years, it’s rumored that the old master of

Wanjian Pavilion has entered the Unity Realm. In terms of overall strength, Lingjian Pavilion may no longer lag behind Huntian Sect,” Nangong Xue explained.

“Wanjian Pavilion, Qiushui Pavilion…”

Qin Changqing glanced around for a moment, noting that the person leading the Qiushui Pavilion was an elegant looking woman who seemed to be in her thirties. Judging by the standards of this Tianti Road competition, the leaders of the sect should be at least in the Divine Transformation Realm.

“Brother, you better not stare at her like that,” Nangong Xue reminded, “She has a bad temper and really hates men.”

“Any stories?”

“You can ask if you want.”

“Forget it, forget it, ” Qin Changqing quickly shook his head. From the sound of it, she had been hurt by a man before, and he didn’t want any trouble. “I’m actually interested in the girl in the blue dress next to her. No ulterior motives, pure interest in discussing our cultivation paths.”

“That’s her daughter, Lin Ziyan, the chief of the younger generation in Qiushui Pavilion,” Nangong Xue informed him.

Qin Changqing was speechless, “Daughter? Didn’t you say she hates men?” Nangong Xue replied matter-of-factly, “That’s why she hates them.”

“You make a good point.”

Qin Changqing hadn’t expected to encounter such a situation in the cultivation world. With the older woman’s strength, if she encountered the man who hurt her again, she’d probably shatter his very essence.

At this time, the bat between Mu Taixu and Nangong Fu was coming to an end. Nangong Fu was obviously struggling to win the argument, so he changed his target.

“Seventh Princess, are you planning to replace Lingxiao Sect and win fame for them?”

Everyone’s eyes followed Nangong Fu’s gaze.

Hmm?

Qin Changqing raised an eyebrow, this old man was really no good.

“Uncle, you’re joking. Didn’t you explicitly agree at the family meeting? Where I cultivate and what I do in the future shall not be interfered with by anyone during the competition for the heir.”

The battle for the heir, also known as the struggle for the imperial succession, was held every generation in the Dayan Dynasty.

Women were also eligible for the competition, but generally speaking, unless their maternal line was powerful enough, they would seldom gain support.

The struggle for the heir in Dayan Dynasty, while it sounded like a fair contest of individual skills, was essentially dependent on the mothers’ power.

Nangong Xue’s mother had died years ago, and her family had fallen on hard times. Moreover, as a woman, her natural talent was no longer important.

Since her talent wasn’t earth-shattering, that is.

“Hmph! Even though you say that, how can you not feel ashamed to join an enemy force against Dayan?” Nangong Fu said coldly.

Nangong Xue’s expression remained unchanged: “If it weren’t for my Master’s protection all these years, do you think I’d still be alive? Do you really want me to say all the dirty tricks used during the struggle for the heir right here?”

Nangong Fu’s expression faltered.

“You… if you can’t win, just back off. Trying to show off despite being weaker is pathetic, and now you’re resorting to any means necessary, huh!”

“Pfft-” Qin Changqing laughed, “I’ve seen shameless people, but never as shameless as you. If someone else uses tactics, it’s only natural, but to you, my junior sister merely joined Lingxiao Sect to cultivate and has never exploited the sect’s power, yet you find her so unbearable. It really is true that dogs bark at their owner’s command.”

“How dare you, boy!” Nangong Fu’s eyes turned cold, “When is it your turn to speak here?”

After speaking, his aura surged.

The oppressive feeling of a Divine Transformation Realm expert suddenly struck.However, the next moment it was dispelled by Mu Taixu with a wave of his hand.

“Nangong Fu, you’ve really regressed more and more as you’ve aged.” Mu Taixu shook his head. “A cultivator at the Divine Transformation Realm, yet you attack a junior. Your mindset is too narrow, no wonder you haven’t made any progress in years.”

Nangong Fu’s eyes narrowed. “It seems like that’s Qin Changqing.”

Someone in the crowd muttered.

“Hmm? He’s Qin Changqing?”

The Dayan Dynasty’s side immediately became restless.

Especially the people from the Tianjian Academy, each one staring intently at Qin Changqing.

People from other sects also looked over with interest.

The situation of the battle at Duanjian Mountain had long since been spread. Qin Changqing had received the inheritance of the Overlord Sword and had almost single-handedly obliterated numerous experts of the Dayan Dynasty, including those in Tier 10 Golden Elixir.

That battle caused the Dayan Dynasty to lose face, with all the cultivators above the Golden Elixir Realm being wiped out. The Tianjian Academy had been downtrodden ever since.

They had long been hoping to encounter Qin Changqing on Tianti Road.

“What are you looking at? Never seen someone so handsome?” Qin Changqing sneered at the group from the Tianjian Academy. “Do you really think you can kill me with just your stares?”

A disciple from the Tianjian Academy stepped out.

He held his sword, with a thick and solid aura around his body, and said in a deep voice, “Qin Changqing, on Tianti Road, if you dare, fight me to the death!” It was a rule of the Taiyi Academy that there was to be no fighting inside.

Thus, even if they wanted to kill Qin Changqing, they had to do so on Tianti Road.

“Not interested.” Qin Changqing said indifferently.

The man furrowed his brows: “You don’t dare?”

“No, it’s just that you’re too weak, and not a beauty either. I have no interest in you at all.”

“Haha! With just your Tier 6 Golden Elixir cultivation, what right do you have to look down on me? I think you’re just scared!”

The people of the Tianjian Academy joined in the clamor.

“Coward! If you’re scared, don’t go on Tianti Road.”

“It seems that the inheritance disciples of MO Jiuzhou are also nothing special.”

“It’s just good luck, inheriting from Duanjian Mountain, relying on the power of a secret realm to show off. Truly thinking that he’s so great.”

“That’s right, Brother Lu can kill him with just one move.”

Since Qin Changqing didn’t respond to the challenge, the people from Tianjian Academy could say whatever they wanted.

The person who had spoken, Lu Lin, even laughed loudly and looked at Qin Changqing arrogantly.

Unexpectedly, Qin Changqing took a step forward, and suddenly his Sword

Intent erupted.

“Idiot, get lost!”

Spitting out a mouthful of blood!

Lu Lin retreated several steps, his face pale as paper.

Gasps!

“Sword Intent has reached Completion?!”

The crowd was shocked.

“How dare you!” Nangong Fu was about to take action when an old voice came.

“Since you all have entered the mountain, you are guests of my Taiyi Academy.

If you have grievances, you can resolve them on Tianti Road.”

An old man dressed in grey, holding a whisk, walked slowly over. He walked very slowly, but in just a few steps he had arrived in front of everyone.

Everyone bowed and greeted, “Master Mo.”

Nangong Fu’s face changed, and he too bowed in salute..