Chapter 177

Chapter 177: The Bell Rings in the Northern Territory, the Grand Tournament Finally Begins

Nine Heavens City was in chaos.

Li Fan Yin was busy to the point of losing her mind.

Disciples from the ten major forces had been dying one after another within the borders of Nine Heavens City.

And it was hard to confirm whether it was the work of the remnants of the Demon Sect.

Not only Nine Heavens City, but many sects rushing to Yuanwu Mountain also faced numerous attacks.

In some smaller sects, from the sect leader down to the errand disciples, everyone was killed without exception.

Panic spread like wildfire.

Xiao Yang had been staying at Carefree Inn these past few days, not going out.

However, Liu Qingyun and Ling Xian’er came looking for him.

Xiao Yang found himself entangled with these two.

The Grand Tournament was open to anyone.

Of course, the place for the Grand Tournament was Immortal Martial Sacred Ground, where monsters and demons could never enter.

Especially not the demon cultivators.

The Immortal Martial Sacred Ground was a forbidden area for demon cultivators.

That’s why Qin Fei, despite being the son of the Demon Sect’s leader, had never practiced demon techniques since childhood.

If he had practiced those techniques, not only would he struggle to participate in the Grand Tournament, but even entering Qingyang Sword Sect would be difficult.

Although only Liu Qingyun and Ling Xian’er remained in Qingyun Sect, they could still participate in the Grand Tournament.

However, the overwhelming majority of people couldn’t even set foot on the Immortal Asking Platform.

“I say, son-in-law, why don’t you leave Qingyang Sword Sect and come to my Qingyun Sect instead?”

Liu Qingyun had somehow learned about Xiao Yang’s conflict with his master and the boy with the white hair from Qingyang Sword Sect.

So he was egging Xiao Yang to join Qingyun Sect.

Xiao Yang thought about how this old man had single-handedly pointed his sword at a million demonic soldiers in his past life, fighting valiantly before dying, and decided not to stoop to his level.

Ling Xian’er in the last life had it pretty tough too.

That guy Qin Fei had altered his practice to the supreme demon technique and was crazily devouring the essence of human cultivators.

Numerous people fell victim to his sinister hands, having their cultivation sucked dry and died tragically.

Their last life’s outcomes were quite miserable, but in this life, with the universe unsettled, anything was possible.

“Leave Qingyang Sword Sect?”

Xiao Yang chuckled, saying nothing more.

Since the moment he was reborn, he had been contemplating how to leave Qingyang Sword Sect.

Leaving Qingyang Sword Sect was no simple task.

The Grand Tournament was an opportunity for him to do just that.

He must not miss it!

“What good is there in that Qingyang Sword Sect? Even the sect leader is a two-faced rogue!”

Liu Qingyun blurted out, but immediately realized he’d misspoken and quickly covered his mouth.

Xiao Yang was somewhat surprised; how did he know Jiang Qitian was a two-faced guy?

Ling Xian’er shot Liu Qingyun a glare.

“Haha, just kidding.”

Liu Qingyun laughed it off.

“Ah, I haven’t had such good wine in ages.”

Liu Qingyun quickly changed the subject.

“The best wine in Nine Heavens City, Carefree Wine, and the best beauties in Nine Heavens City, the girls from Moon Grasping Pavilion!”

Liu Qingyun raised his cup and downed it in one go.

“Refreshing!”

He looked completely enchanted.

“I say, son-in-law, I’m a bit strapped for cash lately; can I borrow some spirit stones?”

Liu Qingyun extended his right hand to Xiao Yang, rubbing his thumb and index finger together.

Xiao Yang glanced at Liu Qingyun, feeling a little exasperated.

The esteemed sect leader of Qingyun Sect had gotten himself into this state.

Five hundred years ago, Qingyun Sect was one of the top ten sects in the Northern Territory!

Just how powerful Qingyun Sect was back in its heyday!

Centered around Qingyun Mountain, its territory spanned thousands of miles.

Who would have thought that the once bustling sect, filled with experts and numerous disciples, was now down to just two people?

Xiao Yang flipped his hand, and a storage bag instantly appeared, which he casually tossed onto the table.

Liu Qingyun promptly opened it, and his eyes lit up.

Inside the storage bag were hundreds of spirit stones, not a single low or mid-grade stone in sight—only superior and even top-grade stones!

“Thanks! I’ll pay you back as soon as I have some spirit stones,”

Liu Qingyun said, overjoyed, never expecting Xiao Yang to be so generous.

These hundreds of spirit stones were a fortune to him.

Delighted, he tucked the storage bag away, filled his cup again, and took a drink.

“How did you know Jiang Qitian is a hypocrite?”

Xiao Yang suddenly asked Liu Qingyun.

“Pfft!”

Liu Qingyun spat out his wine.

“This this this… I never said Jiang Qitian was a hypocrite!”

Liu Qingyun stammered.

He looked suspiciously at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang called his master by his name directly?

That seemed a bit disrespectful!

Seeing Liu Qingyun’s reaction, Xiao Yang understood that this old fool definitely knew something.

But obviously, Liu Qingyun wouldn’t spill it.

Xiao Yang didn’t care.

He already knew Jiang Qitian was a hypocrite.

*Ding!*

Just then, a bell rang from outside.

“What’s this…”

Xiao Yang shot up from his seat.

“It’s starting…”

Liu Qingyun’s face turned serious.

The bell echoed throughout the entire Nine Heavens City.

Countless cultivators in the city paused at the sound of the bell, as if they had been hit by a freeze spell, all utterly astonished.

“It’s starting…”

At the City Lord’s Mansion, within a tower, Jiang Qitian, sitting cross-legged on a mat, opened his eyes.

The melodious bell rang not just throughout Nine Heavens City, but across the entire Northern Territory.

This was the bell from the peak of Yuanwu Mountain.

As the bell rang, the whole Northern Territory, the entire world seemed to come to a stillness.

Countless ancient figures from various sects and cultivation families in the Northern Territory were stirred by the sound of the bell.

“It’s starting…”

In the forbidden area at the back of Qingyang Sword Sect, the sword-keeper elder sitting beneath the sword platform stood up.

Sixty years had passed—one cycle, the Grand Tournament was finally beginning.

The moment that would decide the fate of countless sects, cultivation families, and powers in the Northern Territory had arrived.

All martial cultivators in the Northern Territory were brimming with excitement.

The martial saints of Fuyiao Sword Sect and Guiyuan Martial Sect stepped out of their secluded chambers the moment the bell rang.

The dao disciple of Supreme Dao Sect was coming down the mountain.

At that moment, the leaders of the top ten sects in the Northern Territory started washing up and getting dressed, preparing to head to Yuanwu Mountain.

Liu Qingyun pulled out his Qingyun Sect leader’s robe that he hadn’t worn in years.

It was a stunningly radiant long robe, deep ocean blue in color, embroidered with intricate and mysterious cloud and water patterns that shimmered as if it contained boundless spiritual power.

“This robe is quite nice!”

Xiao Yang was surprised; Liu Qingyun still had some good stuff.

“You’re not afraid of getting robbed wearing that out?”

Xiao Yang laughed.

This robe was no ordinary item.

“Hehe, if you want it, how about I give it to you?”

Liu Qingyun grinned.

“Are you that kind-hearted?”

Xiao Yang was skeptical.

“Haha, just promise to be the leader of my Qingyang Sect, and this robe is yours.”

As Liu Qingyun spoke, he pulled out a large sect seal.

“I’ll throw in the Qingyun Sect’s sect seal too.”

He placed the sect seal directly in front of Xiao Yang.

“…”

Xiao Yang was left speechless.

You want me to become the sect leader of Qingyun Sect?