"Are you alright? Why haven't you contacted me in such a long time?"
This was the first time Du Feng had taken the initiative to talk to Situ Weiwei. In the past, it was always the other girls who took the initiative.
"Let's not talk about me first. Are you really going to join the Qingyang Sect?"
Originally, Du Feng wanted to ask about the demon race invasion. But because he was in a rush to take the test when he returned, he did not know anything about the matter. In the end, Situ Weiwei asked a question in return. It seemed like she did not want Du Feng to join the Qingyang Sect.
"I've already taken him as my master. You are a step too late."
Du Feng knew that Situ Weiwei wanted to bring him into the Situ family. It seemed like she wanted him to be her brother-in-law. But he was not interested in being a son-in-law. Names like Situ 38 and Situ 250 were too much for him.
"Even if I take him as my master, I might not be able to pass the test. Don't be so anxious."
Situ Weiwei's sweet voice made his heart itch. She was right. If Du Feng did not pass the sect's test, he would still be kicked out. The reason why the elders snatched disciples with good aptitudes was because these disciples had great potential and had a higher chance of passing.
Du Feng knew that arguing with a woman was useless. Thus, he changed the topic and asked about the demon race invasion. It turned out that a customer had consigned a slave for sale. And that slave was actually the descendant of a Martial Condensation realm demon cultivator. Capturing someone's child to auction, no wonder it caused such a huge commotion.
Binding spiritual shackles on a person's soul, controlling their life and death, and then forcing them to do slave work. This was a very evil thing to both ordinary human martial artists and demon cultivators. But there were some organizations that specialized in this kind of activity. As long as one was targeted by them, they would act without restraint, even disregarding the other party's identity. There was once a monarch's daughter who was kidnapped. Many years later, she was discovered to have become someone else's slave. And when female slaves were bought back, they were often reduced to playthings. Not only were they ordered around, but they were also used as cultivation furnaces. Their situation was very miserable.
Du Feng had long heard of this organization. Thousands of years ago, it had caused panic in various countries and sects. Such an evil organization had a very beautiful name, Manjusaka.
According to legend, when the Revered One of the World was on his way to the Nirvana Realm, he passed by the River of Forgetfulness in the Nether World and accidentally got his clothes wet by the river water. There was a stalk of red flower there. When he arrived at the Nirvana Realm and untied the flower wrapped in his clothes, he found that the fiery red flower had already turned pure white. The Revered One of the World pondered for a moment and laughed, "Great joy is better than great sorrow. Remembering is better than forgetting. How can right and wrong be separated? Good flower, good flower." Master planted this flower on the other shore and called it the Red Spider Lily.
But what Shizun didn't know was that on the River of Forgetfulness, he was like a flower that had been discolored by the river water, dripping all the red into the river water. He wailed all day long, making people feel sad. Drawing upon the resentment of the myriad of ghosts in the river, a beautiful red flower actually bloomed, and it was called the Red Spider Lily. As long as one smelled its fragrance, one's soul would be lost.
This flower looked exactly the same as the Red Spider Lily, but the color was different. One was pure white and flawless, while the other was blood-red and glistening. If one wanted to untie the soul lost by the Red Spider Lily, they could only go to the other shore of the River of Forgetfulness and pick the Red Spider Lily.
The legend might not be true, but no one who had been bound by the Red Spider Lily had successfully untied the spiritual shackles. The only way was to kill the person who had enslaved them, and then let their relatives take over the control. Although this still couldn't untie the shackles, at least they wouldn't be controlled and tortured.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. There will be an auction next month. Do you want to come?"
Situ Weiwei was obviously also very afraid of these things. No matter how powerful the Situ family was, they didn't dare to ignore the existence of the Red Spider Lily.
"Of course I'm going. Remember to save the alchemy furnace for me."
Du Feng still had to participate in the auction for the Beauty Pill. At that time, he might be able to sell it for a good price. With his 70% profit, how could he not go? But before that, he had to participate in the sect's martial arts competition. Good times were always short, and the two had to hang up after chatting for a while. Because all the students had gathered together, they were about to start distributing the number plates.
"Why do we have to participate a month earlier!"
"That's right. What does the Rong Tian Nation's problem have to do with us?"
The students from the other second-tier countries gathered together and made a ruckus. Because of the special situation of the Rong Tian Nation, their competition schedule was all brought forward. Originally, the students from the third-tier empires were supposed to participate first this month, and then they would participate next month.
The competition used an elimination system. Two people would be randomly selected to compete. If it was a competition between the students from the second-tier countries and the second-tier countries, although there would be more people, everyone's level was not that different, so the chances were naturally higher. In the end, the second-tier countries would choose 100 people from thousands of people, and the third-tier countries would choose 400 people. This year's recruitment of 500 new disciples would be considered full. But now it was a mixed competition. The third-tier empires had rich resources, and all the students were the elites of the elites. The second-tier countries' strength level was very likely to be completely wiped out, and the last person would not be able to enter.
"Seventh brother, what should we do?"
Even Du Yu 'er, who had the Jade Peacock Beast, couldn't help but feel a little panicked. She looked at Du Feng anxiously, not knowing what to do.
"Du Feng, aren't you very capable? Quickly think of a way."
Yuwen Qingjin, who had always been arrogant and complacent, began to doubt his own ability after the blow on the flying boat.
"Yes, Seventh Prince, quickly think of a way."
Just as everyone was discussing spiritedly, their number plates had already been distributed. Du Feng received number 177, which was quite fated with the number 7. Du Yu 'er received number 500, and Yuwen Qingjin received number 493. Only the three of them were ranked before number 500. The other students from the Rong Tian Nation were mostly ranked after number 1000 or even 2000.
As Du Feng expected, Zheng Xiaohui was not assigned a number. Because of her special situation, she was decided by the elders of the Vermillion Bird Hall. She didn't need to participate in the arena competition and directly became an official disciple of the Qingyang Sect, and a direct disciple at that.
Before everyone could calm down, nine cylindrical arenas slowly rose in the open space. The nine arenas would arrange for 18 contestants to participate at the same time. Those who were subdued, knocked out of the arena, or voluntarily admitted defeat would be eliminated.
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