Looking at Lin Yun, Xiahou Yang's face beamed with joy.
"Big brother Jiang Yun, I'm glad you're alright." Xiahou Xuan's face was already covered in tears. Lin Yun looked at the cute girl beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then rubbed her head.
In Lin Yun's memories of Jiang Yun, Xiahou Xuan had always had feelings for him. It was just that Jiang Yun, or rather, the Primordial Soul Elder, didn't have much interest in Xiahou Xuan.
In order not to arouse suspicion, Lin Yun walked straight into the hall and stopped in front of Qingyi.
"Jiang Yun … you … you want …" Qingyi gulped and took a step back. Unfortunately, before he could finish, Lin Yun's fist had already landed on his head.
Qingyi's cultivation was ranked second among the six core disciples of the Xiahou Martial House, having reached level five Wu Huang. But Jiang Yun had always crushed him by relying on his soul cultivation method.
According to Lin Yun's memories of Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun had always been arrogant and unruly. He had repeatedly fought with Qingyi, and Qingyi had always been crushed by Jiang Yun in actual combat, causing him to be extremely afraid of Jiang Yun.
Qingyi clutched his head and sobbed, "It really is Jiang Yun. Even the way he beats people is exactly the same."
The farce ended here. Xiahou Yang was overjoyed to see Lin Yun return safe and sound.
"Tomorrow is the qualifiers. Go and prepare yourselves. I wish you all a good result," Xia Houyang instructed the three of them.
…
The next morning, the day of the Xiahou Martial House preliminaries had arrived.
Every alliance martial house's preliminaries would be held in the main city of the alliance martial house.
On this day, Xiahou City was bustling with activity. Almost all of the cultivators under the jurisdiction of the Xiahou Martial House had arrived.
At noon, in the center of Lord Xiahou's main city sat an enormous, circular arena. It was packed to the brim.
The General Alliance Conference was a grand event of the Sacred Alliance that was held once every ten years.
The candidates who went to participate in the competition were of utmost importance, and there was absolutely no room for carelessness.
And today's qualifiers were to decide who would participate in the General Alliance Conference.
The qualifiers were open to the public. As long as you could afford the tickets, no matter if you were a commoner or a rogue cultivator, you could enter and watch.
At noon, the qualifiers would begin.
At the center of the arena was a place similar to a colosseum.
The arena was a circular arena with a diameter of five hundred meters. Moreover, there were arrays at the edges of the arena that could resist energy fluctuations. It could ensure the safety of the audience and also allow the martial artists to freely display their abilities.
The audience couldn't wait any longer. They whispered to each other, discussing who would be the lucky three to represent the Xiahou Martial House in the General Alliance Conference.
At the top of the east side of the arena, dozens of seats were set up for the officials and nobles under the jurisdiction of the Xiahou Martial House.
Other than Lin Yun, the other five core disciples were all geniuses from large clans or sects under the jurisdiction of the Xiahou Martial House.
There was no one among them who didn't want to participate in the General Alliance Conference.
In the history of the Sacred Alliance, those who could participate in the General Alliance Conference were all young geniuses with extraordinary talent and strength. Obtaining a certain ranking not only earned them treasures, but also the recognition of the upper echelons of the Sacred Alliance.
If they were lucky enough to obtain a good ranking, they could be recruited by the upper echelons of the Sacred Alliance and enter the headquarters of the Sacred Alliance.
As the Supreme Headmaster of the Xiahou Martial House, Xiahou Yang sat in the seat with a long table in front of him. All kinds of delicacies were laid out on the table.
Beside him was a middle-aged man with a stocky build. His name was Zhuang Tong, a ninth-level instructor of the Xiahou Martial House, Wu Huang.
Zhuang Tong seemed to be in low spirits. He looked at Xiahou Yang beside him and saw that the latter's cheeks were rosy and even smiling. He couldn't help but ask, "Supreme Headmaster, we don't know if Jiang Yun is alive or dead. Why don't you seem worried at all?"
Xiahou Yang was taken aback by the question, but he quickly came to his senses and laughed. "Hahaha, Old Zhuang, I forgot to tell you. Jiang Yun has returned."
Zhuang Tong blinked and smiled wryly. "Supreme Headmaster, you should have told me about this first."
Lin Yun, who was watching from the spectator stand, also saw this scene.
Xiahou Xuan, who was sitting next to Lin Yun, smiled. "Big brother Jiang Yun, Instructor Zhuang has been asking about you recently."
Lin Yun nodded. According to Jiang Yun's memories, every Alliance Martial House had one instructor responsible for teaching the six core disciples of the Alliance Martial House.
Zhuang Zhou liked Jiang Yun because of his talent and slick ways of doing things. He liked Jiang Yun a lot.
There were also some in the audience who were surprised to see Lin Yun.
"Why is Jiang Yun back?"
"Didn't they say he died while training?"
"That's really strange …"
Although Jiang Yun's cultivation was only at the late stage of the Fourth Grade Martial Emperor, his cultivation was the lowest among the six core disciples. The other five core disciples had all reached the peak of the Fourth Grade Martial Emperor, and some were even Fifth Grade Martial Emperors.
But Jiang Yun was famous in the Xiahou Martial House for his ability to use the power of the soul.
"The judges are here. The preliminaries are about to begin," someone shouted from the crowd.
Someone in the crowd shouted. Everyone turned to look at the five-hundred-meter-wide arena. They saw a white-haired old man walking to the center of the arena with a cane in his hand.
The old man first moistened his throat before announcing the competition to the crowd.
"Today is the preliminaries hosted by the Xiahou Martial House. Thank you all for coming.
Next, let us welcome the six young geniuses: Xiahou Xuan, Qing Yi, Hua Yisi, Zhou Long, Luo Shi, and Jiang Yun!
This is only the preliminaries. The purpose of this competition is to learn from each other.
I hope the six young geniuses will not overdo it. "
After the deacon finished speaking, Lin Yun and the others stepped onto the stage.
When Lin Yun and the others stepped onto the arena, the crowd was in an uproar.
Men of all ages looked at Xiahou Xuan, who stood beside Lin Yun, with eyes full of love.
"Miss Xuan 'er!"
"Miss Xuan 'er is so beautiful. Not only is she talented, but she's also as pretty as a fairy. I want to marry her too!"
"Chief Xiahou, you can marry into her family too!"
Lin Yun couldn't help but look at Xiahou Xuan. In his memories of Jiang Yun, Xiahou Xuan had always been the most talented disciple in the Xiahou Martial House. She was beautiful, kind, and loved by many.
However, it seemed that Xiahou Xuan had always loved Jiang Yun.
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