Yu Yan reached out his hand and passed her a jade tablet. Zhu Yao took a closer look. Eh? Why does this jade tablet look so familiar? Isn't this the identity jade tablet she received five years ago? Because she could not open it without spiritual energy, she had long thrown it to god knows where. "Master, where did you find it?" She had even forgotten about it herself.
Yu Yan did not answer, and simply instructed. "I have already placed the weapon you wanted in this jade tablet."
Zhu Yao took it, and used her divine sense to inspect it. She realized there were a few sets of clothes inside the jade tablet, as well as a few introductory Mystic Arts. These should be the ones distributed by the sect. Next to the Mystic Arts, laid a folding fan quietly. She hurriedly took it out. She did not know what the frame of the folding fan was made of, but it felt warm in her hands. The surface of the fan was dark red in color, and there were no patterns on it. However, it carried a faint fragrance, and was very beautiful.
Zhu Yao fiddled with it for a while. It was really as she requested. It could attack and defend, and it could expand and contract freely. Zhu Yao instantly fell in love with this fan.
"This fan, after opening, can be used as a flying Mystic Artifact. Its speed is not inferior to flying swords." He was completely disappointed with her Flying Sword Art. If his disciple, Yu Yan, were to fall to her death from a sword, that would be too embarrassing.
Zhu Yao nodded heavily, and fell in love with it even more. Touching the surface of the fan, she suddenly recalled the few days he was missing. "Master, you couldn't have been helping me refine this fan for the past month, right?"
Yu Yan nodded lightly, as though spending a month's time to refine a suitable weapon for his disciple was not a big deal.
Zhu Yao held onto the fan in her hands, and was extremely touched. "Master, you're the best! Your disciple will definitely be obedient, work hard in cultivation, and take care of you when you're old! "
The corner of Yu Yan's eyes twitched. His disciple was being stupid again. "Aren't we going out? Hurry and change your clothes, and follow me to the Martial Arts Stage at the Main Mountain. "
"Yes, my lord. No problem, my lord." Zhu Yao immediately turned around, and ran into the room.
Yu Yan looked at the direction she left in, and sighed deeply. He did not know if this disciple of his was good or bad. Everything was written on her face, and she was too passionate towards others. She lacked the cautiousness of a practitioner, and if she were to encounter a bad person in the future, she would probably suffer a lot.
Returning to the room, Zhu Yao impatiently took out all the items in the jade tablet. She had long learned the few Mystic Arts manuals, and after taking a glance, she stuffed them back. Those clothes were indeed useful. They were all wearing the sect's white robes. They were very plain, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that there were actually many auspicious clouds embroidered on them.
For the past few years, because she couldn't open this jade tablet, she had been wearing the clothes her master gave her. The style was much better than Bai Yi. Who asked Master to be so dexterous?
However, today was the Sect Grand Competition. She felt that it was better to wear this white robe as a uniform. When the school leaders came for an inspection, they all had to wear the school uniform. Naturally, she didn't want to be an exception. She quickly changed her clothes and followed her master out.
It wasn't until she stood on the fan that she realized how good this weapon was. After injecting her spiritual aura into it, the entire fan became many times bigger. Even ten people could stand on it. Most importantly, the output of spiritual energy was the same as that of ordinary swords. There was also a defensive array formation on the fan, so when flying in the air, not even a trace of wind could blow in. Zhu Yao silently gave her master thirty-two likes.
The arena for the Inter-Sect Tournament was set up beside the main peak. Zhu Yao had thought that it would be like those sparring arenas used to find a spouse in ancient times, where a simple stage was built. She never expected that there would be a floating mountain there. Calling it a mountain was a little exaggerated, but it was still the size of three soccer fields.
There was only a ring of tall platforms built around it.
And, facing the direction of the arena, there was an especially tall platform. On top of it, there were a few floating chairs, and a few people were seated there. Their clothes were all different. Needless to say, there were five white-robed people, they were definitely the Mountain Lords of the various peaks in Ancient Hill Sect. Most probably, they were the Sect Masters of the other Sects who brought their disciples to the Inter-Sect Tournament.
Yu Yan brought his disciple, and without looking sideways, he immediately flew towards the highest point.
Zi Mo was the first to realize it. He was shocked in his heart, and immediately stood up to welcome him. "Greetings to ancestral-martial uncle." This great god had never participated in the Inter-Sect Tournament in the past few thousand years, why was he interested in coming today?
"Hi, old man!" Zhu Yao came out from behind Yu Yan, and waved at him. This was the first time she saw someone familiar in five years, she was a little excited.
Zi Mo stiffened, and coughed. He instantly understood. "Greetings to little martial uncle." So he came to watch the tournament for his disciple. Zi Mo took a closer look, and realized that little martial uncle, who had yet to take in spiritual energy five years ago, had actually built his Foundation now, and was a Paragon at that! This terrifying cultivation speed, as expected, a great master produces a great disciple. It was no wonder ancestral-martial uncle insisted on taking her in as his disciple back then.
The others noticed the situation here as well, and their eyes shone. One after another, they stood up and bowed. "Greetings to Sovereign Yu Yan." Their expressions were more or less a little excited. This was Sovereign Yu Yan, the number one person in the cultivation world. It was said that he had never appeared in front of anyone for tens of thousands of years, and they actually saw him today.
Yu Yan nodded, and without the slightest bit of politeness, he walked to the chair at the center and sat down.
Seeing that he did not have the intention to converse, the others could only rub their noses, and return to their seats. However, they silently lowered the chair a little, and left the highest seat for Yu Yan.
Zi Mo, whose chair was snatched away: "…"
He silently instructed his disciple to bring another chair over.
Zhu Yao took out her fan, flew to her master's back, and stood with her back straight. My master is just that tyrannical and cool, and I'm tyrannical and cool number two.
Suddenly, she felt a chill down her spine, and a cold gaze was cast towards her. She looked around, and she saw the eyes of a cold-faced woman.
Mn, she looked a little familiar. Wasn't this the Medicine Mountain Lord she offended back then when she entered the sect? Her name seemed to be Hong Chou.
Recalling that she had even scolded her back then, Zhu Yao cracked her lips into a smile, and instantly released a mocking aura. "Yo, little martial niece."
The woman was instantly enraged. She ruthlessly glared at Zhu Yao, and then, with a cold snort, she turned her head around, and showed the back of her head to Zhu Yao.
Haah, being arrogant isn't cute anymore.
This Hong Chou sure held a grudge. It was something that happened a few years ago. Now, she was even giving her an attitude. However, she was her martial aunt after all, so she was a magnanimous person, and would not bicker with a junior. Just as Zhu Yao was planning to quietly watch the show. Suddenly, she heard the loud cry of a bird.
Someone said. "The three Sovereigns are here."
Everyone present, turned their heads one after another. Three people, two men and one woman, flew over from above. One of them was standing on a seven-colored luan, one was standing on a white tiger, and the last one was standing on a jade lotus that was glowing with an extraordinary light. The three of them were all filled with divine bones, as though they were Deities that had descended from the Nine Heavens. Especially that female practitioner, she was as beautiful as the bright moon, elegant and holy. And the cry of a bird earlier, came from the mouth of the luan beneath her feet.
Looking at this imposing aura, the three Demigod Sovereigns of Ancient Hill Sect must have arrived.
Before Zhu Yao could even be shocked by this scene that looked like a Hollywood production, suddenly, an overwhelming pressure came assaulting her. She was merely at the Foundation stage, so how could she endure the pressure of a Demigod Sovereign? In an instant, her blood churned, and her Dantian felt a heart-piercing pain. It looked like her cultivation was about to be completely destroyed.
A hand reached out from the side, and was placed on her shoulder. In an instant, the pressure on her completely disappeared.
Yu Yan's expression instantly turned cold by a few degrees. A pressure that was even more terrifying than before, along with a dense killing intent, instantly pressed back.
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