Under everyone's anticipation, the day of Tian Ji's arrival finally arrived. It was early in the morning, and the entire Tian Ji Sect was bustling with excitement. Countless disciples were standing on the mountain at the border between the Northern and Southern Regions.
These disciples also looked up at the sky, because there were several elders hovering in the air on both sides of the boundary. Flags were raised high in their hands, and with the infusion of spiritual power, light pillars shot into the sky and rushed into the boundary.
After the light pillars of spiritual power merged into the boundary, the boundary that originally separated the Northern and Southern Regions gradually melted away, and there was no longer any barrier between the Northern and Southern Regions!
However, even if the boundary was really opened, it only covered a small space at the border. At the same time, there were countless deacons guarding the territory of the Northern and Southern Regions below.
When the barrier was broken through, Yan Chutian and the rest of the top ten heaven prides from the Southern Region had a change in expression. Shortly after, an elder from the Southern Region called out to them and asked them to land on a platform that looked like a mountain that had been flattened by a giant sword.
On the opposite side, there was also a huge platform that had been flattened by a giant mountain in the Northern Region. Ten figures, both men and women, jumped on it, and each of them had a proud look on their faces. That was the arrogance that the disciples of the Northern Region always had for the disciples of the Southern Region.
At this time, the boundary had been opened, so the powerful aura that lingered around the ten Holy Sons of the Northern Region surged and rushed toward Yan Chutian and the others.
Yan Chutian did not show any expression, but Xu Jian snorted coldly. Obviously, he, who had always been arrogant, could not bear such contempt.
However, even if Yan Chutian was expressionless, the Holy Sons of the Northern Region still looked at him with disdain. In their eyes, Yan Chutian was just a piece of trash from the Southern Region. If he was in the Northern Region, he would have been beaten to the ground like a dead dog.
And amidst these disdainful gazes, Yan Chutian felt a cold gaze. He looked back and saw that at the right side of the ten from the Northern Region, there was a white-faced youth with long hair who was tightly locking onto him.
With such a gaze, it was hard for him not to associate this long-haired, white-faced young man with the northern region's peak Saint who had openly looked down on him some time ago.
As Yan Chutian stared at him, the indifferent Mu Wan turned her head slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "He is the top Holy Son of the Northern Region, Jin Lan."
Yan Chutian didn't answer Mu Wan, but Mu Wan didn't answer him either. The tacit understanding between them didn't need to be expressed through words.
"Jin Lan?"
Yan Chutian silently mused in his heart. This Jin Lan's cultivation wasn't weak, being at the fourth level of Elixir. Furthermore, he must have condensed spirit runes as well. However, even so, he wasn't a pushover. Those fellows who wanted to bully him had already been defeated by him.
After staring at Yan Chutian for a long time, the long-haired, white-faced youth, Jin Lan, finally shifted his gaze away. He whispered something to the other youth beside him, seemingly completely ignoring Yan Chutian.
In Jin Lan's opinion, it was already a great honor for him to pay attention to him. If he continued to look at him, he would be paying too much attention to him. Why should he pay attention to a trash from the Southern Region who was no match for him?
But Jin Lan didn't know that although he deliberately ignored Yan Chutian, Yan Chutian didn't pay attention to him at all. If Jin Lan knew this, someone as arrogant as him would probably want to ruthlessly trample Yan Chutian under his feet.
On the high platform, the ten Holy Sons of the Northern and Southern Region silently acknowledged each other. But below the platform, the disciples of the Northern and Southern Region were not so quiet. Both sides engaged in a heated debate. Even if they wouldn't normally support their Holy Sons, they would naturally do their best to support their Holy Sons in a grand event like the Tianji Meeting.
This was a matter of which side they stood on.
And in such a battle of words, the Holy Sons of the Northern Region usually had the upper hand. Whether it was in terms of the number of disciples or the degree of enthusiasm, the Northern Region surpassed the Southern Region. Especially since the disciples of the Northern Region could bring out the glorious battle results of the past Tianji Meetings, suppressing the Southern Region to the point where they couldn't raise their heads.
"Hmph, my Northern Region has many Holy Sons, and we can suppress your Southern Region to the point where you can't raise your heads every time. This Tianji Meeting will naturally be the same!"
"I think your Southern Region should obediently disband and merge with our Northern Region, lest you continue with this kind of meeting whose outcome is already set."
"You're wrong. Our Northern Region isn't a place that just anyone can enter."
"Haha …"
Unrestrained laughter accompanied by arrogant words rang out, grating on the ears of the Southern Domain disciples. However, they just couldn't find anything to refute this because what the Northern Region's Holy Son said was the truth. They didn't know when it started, but the Southern Region had always been suppressed by the Northern Region to the point of being unable to raise their heads, until they were suppressed to the point of being in their current pitiful state.
But in the end, there were still disciples who stood out and spoke the words in their hearts. But these disciples' words only received the cold sneers of the Northern Region disciples.
Thus, the Southern Region disciples all looked towards the platform where their Holy Sons were. They understood that only by proving their Holy Sons' strength could they wash away the years of humiliation.
Unfortunately, most of these gazes were locked onto Luo Xue, Xu Jian, and the others. Almost no one looked at Yan Chutian. Actually, this was easy to understand. Even though Yan Chutian had become one of the top Holy Sons, all the disciples thought that this was already Yan Chutian's limit.
He probably wouldn't be of much use in the battle with the top Holy Sons of the Northern Region.
Yan Chutian's expression remained calm when he sensed the unintentional meaning. This was already within his expectations. He understood that most of the disciples didn't think highly of him now. They even hated him because he didn't respond to Jin Lan's contemptuous words.
But Yan Chutian didn't expect that at this moment, a young girl's firm voice suddenly sounded from the crowd. He looked over and saw that the source of the cheers was the girl he was familiar with, Zhou Qing.
At this moment, Zhou Qing's face was red as she shouted with all her might. She didn't care about the reactions of the people around her at all. She was just silent in her own world.
Even Yan Chutian didn't expect such a sudden situation. After being stunned for a moment, he forced a helpless smile. It seemed that he hadn't reached the point of being pitiful in the Southern Region.
The girl's enthusiastic cheers seemed to have a strange charm that gradually infected some of the disciples around her. They also echoed her and shouted loudly.
However, this situation made the disciples of the Northern Region scoff at it. The other disciples of the Southern Region felt extremely embarrassed and couldn't help but want to reprimand them.
The atmosphere was restless until a certain moment, when the figure of a white-haired old man suddenly descended from the sky under the escort of many elders. Yan Chutian could clearly feel that the white-haired old man's cultivation had probably reached the peak of the Yuanying realm and was only one step away from breaking through.
But from this, he knew that he wasn't the Sect Leader of the Tian Ji Sect. A peak Yuanying expert wasn't enough to make such a huge force like the Tian Ji Sect a second-rate force in the Central Plains.
Sure enough, in the next moment, an elder addressed him as Deputy Sect Leader Zhu. He must be one of the two Deputy Sect Leaders of the Tian Ji Sect.
After responding to the elders, Deputy Sect Leader Zhu looked at the many disciples on the ground. The Sect Leader and Deputy Sect Leaders were influential figures that were independent of the Northern and Southern Region. Therefore, regardless of whether they were disciples of the Northern or Southern Region, they were treated equally.
Therefore, his dignified voice slowly spread. "Disciples of the Tian Ji Sect, the Sect Leader is still in seclusion. Therefore, I, Zhu Yun, will host this grand event of the Tian Ji Sect."
"Yes, Deputy Sect Leader!"
Not only the many disciples who were watching the battle, but even the top Holy Sons of the Northern and Southern Region on the two platforms and the elders beside Zhu Yun in the sky bowed slightly at this moment to show their respect.
Seeing this, Zhu Yun continued to speak. "Well then, I, Zhu Yun, hereby announce that the grand event of the Tian Ji Sect officially begins!"
"The top Holy Sons of the Northern and Southern Region, listen up!"
"Yes, Sir!"
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