The sun hung high in the sky, already shining brightly.
The sunlight reflected off somewhere, making it particularly eye-catching, with patches of bald heads shimmering like large light bulbs, reflecting dazzling light.
Master Huai Kong’s gaze seemed to see through the Map of State and Altar, looking far away at the City of Divine Beings within it.
Venerable Heng Yuan looked at his disciple, his solemn old monk eyes scrutinizing as he signed with his hands.
Those who often lived in the Floating Temple knew that the old monk was asking:
“Did you eat meat again?”
“What? Is Master asking me if I have confidence in the Qianlong Conference?”
Master Zang’ai, the little monk Murong, replied hastily.
He said, tightening his sleeves slightly.
“Of course, I’ve made great progress recently! I’ve been inspired by Brother Li, and my divine skill has greatly improved!”
“What kind of improvement?”
Heng Yuan quietly stepped closer.
“I know how to remedy the flaws of the Unmoving Vidyaraja’s golden body!”
Heng Yuan paused and glanced at the spirited and sunny God Hammer Little Overlord standing not far away.
Could he learn anything good from the peerless Sky Flood Dragon?
But no matter what, there was Ying Bing beside Li Mo, and the young girl’s martial arts cultivation…
“What method?” asked the nearby monk curiously.
The Unmoving Vidyaraja’s golden body was one of the three major divine skills in the temple, and only Murong Xiao had mastered it.
Was there really a way to improve such a divine skill?
“Yes, I observed the sea cucumber divine intent; as long as it remains still, the speed of healing injuries will greatly increase!”
“?”
Venerable Heng Yuan’s complex expression turned slightly red.
Sea cucumber divine intent, do you want to make yourself more delicious? Is this right? Can it be right?
But upon careful reflection, he couldn’t find any problems…
Only he could hum discontentedly, grabbing Murong Xiao’s sleeve, preparing to bring out the meat the dim-witted disciple had hidden.
Pak-ji—
Two big-headed dolls fell to the ground.
“What are you doing, Master?”
Murong Xiao picked up the two big-headed dolls:
“I just saw these two big-headed dolls, they look like the abbot ancestor and Shang…”
“Cough!”
Before he could finish, the big-headed dolls in his hand disappeared.
The monks couldn’t help but look towards their abbot, Master Huai Kong.
“Why are you all looking at me?”
“What’s on the ground…”
“What’s that, are you trying to take advantage of my poor memory?”
Master Huai Kong said, looking at Murong Xiao:
“What did you see just now?”
“No.”
Murong Xiao shook his head like a drum, not wanting to practice closed-mouth meditation.
Only then did Master Huai Kong nod in satisfaction.
After a moment, a voice echoed in the sky:
“Under the heavens, only Master Huai Kong possesses the knowledge of the mustard seed and Mount Sumeru. Please lend a hand.”
Huai Kong nodded slightly, throwing the alms bowl from his waist.
The alms bowl hung upside down on the high platform, with thousands of auspicious rays descending, causing the space around the high platform to distort, making it appear the same size as before, yet internally much larger and filled with divine anomalies.
At the same time.
Ding—
Ding—
Ding—
Three consecutive chimes rang out, and a dragon carriage emerged from the noon gate, pulled by a pure golden dragon, majestic and splendid. Though its body wasn’t overly large, its dragon aura was awe-inspiring.
The dragon carriage it pulled resembled a small palace, with carved beams and painted rafters, overhanging eaves, and court eunuchs and maidservants moving about.
Beside the carriage were the heavy officials of the dynasty, both civil and military.
“The Emperor is coming!”
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The curtain opened, revealing two figures inside the palace.
One wore a ceremonial hat, his face unclear, and when he appeared, even the sun in the sky seemed to shine brighter.
The other was the Empress, the top-ranked figure on the Hundred Flowers List, elegant and dignified, exuding a regal presence.
“Father…”
Jiang Chulong wore sunglasses, making her look cool regardless of her expression.
She had imagined many times that if she could stand proudly beside her father and stepmother one day, it would be wonderful.
But as it turned out…
She glanced back behind her.
Not far away, Brother Ling wore a white robe, sunny and handsome, while Sister Bing wore a black flowing skirt, as cold and pure as a lotus. Both were looking up, their eyes showing no sign of reverence.
Little Jiang quietly retreated two steps, getting closer to them.
Above, an eunuch read the imperial edict aloud, his voice booming:
“The four seas have risen, and so many talented people have been born. Speaking of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, where people are outstanding and places are blessed… I am deeply gratified…”
There was a lot of talk, but in summary:
The first part was pleasantries, saying that under my rule, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are thriving, which makes me very happy. This shows our leadership is effective.
It’s all my accomplishment; who approves or disagrees?
No objections are good; why not give me some flattery?
The second part was the rules for the Qianlong Conference.
The rules for the Qianlong Conference were very simple:
Draw lots for matches, the top three in the Qianlong List can enter the City of Divine Beings, and each genius on the Qianlong List will receive royal rewards, with higher rankings receiving better rewards.
“I hereby declare, the conference begins!”
A vast crowd erupted in cheers.
Inside the Map of State and Altar, images were projected, showing past competition scenes from the Qianlong Conference, splendidly displayed.
Court musicians played stringed instruments, with lingering melodies and passionate excitement.
“Imperial Capital, I’m here again. I’m not here to tell others how strong I am, but to reclaim what I’ve lost!”
“I never dreamed I could climb the Qianlong List and revive the Gale Door. It’s our duty.”
“Crossing Cloud Sword Intent, invincible under heaven!”
“If not for Brother Ling, I might still be struggling outside the door, perhaps even expelled!”
“The scenery of the Imperial Capital, the Qianlong Conference, truly tops the world.”
“Brother Ling has quite a few ideas, but he is indeed a man of integrity.”
People couldn’t help but feel moved.
“…”
Ying Bing looked at this scene, her thoughts suddenly drawn long.
It seemed the wind from the City of Divine Beings had blown her black hair, and she saw herself standing on stage once again.
Back then, the Qingyuan Sect was in decline; she came to the Imperial Capital to avoid trouble.
After winning, she felt no joy, only increasing loneliness.
At that time, no one was probably expecting news from her anymore, right?
If someone were waiting for her, cheering and worrying for her…
She had reasons she couldn’t lose.
This ranking by the system was also the one she most hoped to top.
“Are these the emperor and empress?”
Ling Mo wanted to use the Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye to take a look.
But the divine eye warned: [Warning, the object being observed by the host may cause unpredictable accidents. Do you wish to continue observing?]
“….. Never mind.”
Ling Mo felt his days were going well enough, there was no need to seek trouble for himself.
Some existences, like the Nine Heavens Immortals, were a big hassle just knowing about them.
He shook his head and looked at the others.
Checking for investment opportunities was secondary; understanding his opponents was key.
First, one must reach the top three on the Qianlong List to have the qualification to enter the City of Divine Beings and help Ice Chunk obtain the other half of the Heavenly Phoenix Domain.
Then comes winning!
The Intention of Equaling Heaven’s Struggle was forged for invincibility. If he could reach the top at the Qianlong Conference, the Intention of Equaling Heaven’s Struggle would advance further.
Perhaps he could try wearing the Great Sage’s armor.
In short, it’s both for winning and for victory!
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PS: Sorry, sorry, I’m late.
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