"Yan Tuo's son, Yan Shu?" Ferdinand was surprised. "Yan Tuo is willing to let his precious son go to Monster Ghost Region for the trial?"
"It's his business whether he's willing or not, and I can't control it. However, Yan Shu told me personally that he's going too, so it can't be fake. I have a grudge against him, and you know that. I'm afraid I'll be in danger if I go to Monster Ghost Region with him. "Yue Qianchou said as he gestured at his neck with his hand.
Ferdinand was silent. If Yan Shu really wanted to kill Yue Qianchou in Monster Ghost Region, it wouldn't be difficult. With his Core Formation late stage cultivation, it wouldn't take him much effort to kill a Foundation Establishment stage disciple. What's more, no one could say for sure who killed a disciple in the Demon Domain.
"Yue Qianchou, for this trial in Monster Ghost Region, our Wan Fen Garden isn't as good as the other branches, but we've chosen a disciple from each of the Nascent Soul, Core Formation, and Foundation Establishment stages to participate. You know all three of them. Follow them closely. With Yan Shu's Core Formation stage cultivation, he can't do anything to you. "Ferdinand pondered as he stroked his beard.
Yue Qianchou's eyes lit up. He was waiting for this. Although he wasn't afraid of Yan Shu, it was better to have more people than none. He got up from the chair and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble Elder Fei. I'll go back and make preparations first." With that, he swaggered out.
Time passed quickly. The three people in Utopia had different thoughts about Yue Qianchou going to Monster Ghost Region. Guan Yu knew how high the death rate of Fuxian Island was. He was a little worried, but he didn't say much. Chen Feng was very loyal to Boss. In his heart, Boss was omnipotent and he worshipped her blindly. Bai Suzhen only had one sentence, "Call me out when you're in danger."
In front of the Alchemy Pavilion's main hall, fifteen disciples of different cultivation levels were ready to go, surrounded by a group of disciples watching. Guan Weiwu, who rarely appeared, was standing on the steps, looking at the disciples with a serious expression. Although he had seen such scenes many times, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He didn't know how many people would come back alive.
With a sweep of his gaze, his disciple, Yue Qianchou, was hiding at the back of the group of five Foundation Establishment cultivators, looking around. Compared to the others, he had an indifferent look. His mentality was not bad! Guan Weiwu nodded approvingly and waved to the crowd, "Let's go, follow me to Penglai Pavilion."
Guan Weiwu was the first to fly into the air, followed by the fifteen disciples. Fifteen long swords were unsheathed at the same time. "Shua shua shua …" Their imposing manner was astonishing. In an instant, they stepped on their swords and followed Elder Guan.
Many of the surrounding disciples were shaking their heads and sighing. They sighed at how many of these people had gone, and how many of them had returned? There were also some disciples who revealed expressions of amazement and envy when they saw the seniors step on their swords together. Most of these people were disciples who hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage, so they didn't consider the dangers of the seniors' trip. Instead, they envied the seniors' ability to fly on their swords. The kind of mountain you stand on, the kind of firewood you cut. This sentence was very reasonable.
In the crowd, Ling Feng and the other two watched Yue Qianchou fly at the back and sighed endlessly. They were also depressed. When did he become an outstanding disciple?
In front of Penglai Pavilion's main hall, when Guan Weiwu arrived with his people, there were already many people standing there. There were more people arriving one after another. Each faction stood in their own place, and the ones standing in front of each faction were the elders in charge of each faction. Yue Qianchou craned his head and looked around. There were about three to four hundred people here, and the Cultivation Pavilion faction standing at the easternmost side had the most people. There was a huge pile of people standing there. Their faction alone probably accounted for half of the people here.
There were dozens of elders standing on the steps of the main hall. The sect master in the middle, Feng Xiangtian, looked at everyone with a solemn expression. An elder whispered a few words in his ear, and he nodded. The elder took out a small compass with a leg stand from his storage bag, shot a white light at it, and threw it forward. The compass instantly became as big as a dining table and stood in front of the main hall.
The elder then cupped his hands towards the elders in charge of each faction and made a gesture of invitation.
At this time, the Cultivation Pavilion on the east side moved first. The elders in charge of the faction led the disciples toward the compass. Yue Qianchou did his best to crane his head. He really wanted to see what exactly was going on. Unfortunately, there were too many people, and his line of sight was blocked.
It wasn't until it was the Alchemy Pavilion's turn that Yue Qianchou's curiosity was satisfied. It was like a big drum, and it was filled with dense horizontal and vertical lines like a chessboard. There were four palm-shaped ears in each of the four directions. When they got closer, the elder kept reminding the disciples to place their palms on the ears of the compass and insert a strand of divine sense. After the insertion was successful, the ears of the compass would flash with a white light. After Yue Qianchou did as he was told, he thought to himself, "What is this thing?"
Each time, four people could insert their divine sense at the same time. It took a few hundred people less than an hour to finish. The elder used a spell to put away the compass. Soon after, nine elders walked down the steps from behind the sect master. The ten elders stood in a row and bowed to the sect master.
According to Yue Qianchou's estimation, it should be time for the gang leader to speak. Unexpectedly, Feng Xiangtian raised his hand and took out a small boat. He used a spell and threw it into the air. The small boat grew in the wind above everyone's heads. After a few moments, a big boat blocked the sky above everyone's heads, and it was dark below.
Feng Xiangtian used another spell. The bottom of the big boat split open, and a floor appeared in front of the hall. It formed a staircase leading to the cabin. Feng Xiangtian nodded to the ten elders. Five of them immediately came out and took the stairs to board the boat. The other five guarded the stairs.
The Cultivation Pavilion started, and the disciples of each faction also started to board the boat. Before Yue Qianchou boarded the boat, he looked at his master affectionately. Then, he turned around and boarded the boat. When he got on the boat, he realized that the boat was really big. An elder came over to instruct them to sit cross-legged with their own faction's people. There weren't even stools, so they just sat on the floor. He just happened to sit on the wall of the boat.
When the other five elders came up, they announced that everyone had boarded. What made Yue Qianchou a little depressed was that he wanted to listen to the spirit of the gang leader's speech. Unfortunately, Feng Xiangtian didn't say a word from beginning to end. He maintained the dignity of a sect leader very well.
When the surrounding scenery changed, everyone knew that the boat was already on the way to the Demon Ghost Region. For a moment, many people's expressions became solemn. Yue Qianchou glanced at Yan Shu, who was resting with his eyes closed. He turned around to look for the three female disciples of Wanfen Garden. He found them sitting at the very back. There was also a girl next to them who looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.
"Senior Martial Brother Quan, is that Senior Martial Brother Guan's disciple?" An elder asked the elder next to him. The elder who was referred to as Senior Brother Quan looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw Yue Qianchou leaning against the wall of the ship, sleeping. There was a faint sheen of moisture at the corner of his mouth. On the other hand, the other disciples with high cultivation were resting with their eyes closed. Those with low cultivation were generally a little uneasy. Obviously, they were a little afraid of going to the Demon Ghost Region. However, this was also human nature. Most of them were disciples who left the island for the first time. But that kid was a little too much! He could actually fall asleep and drool. Wasn't he worried at all?
Elder Quan looked at Yue Qianchou and shook his head slightly with a wry smile. That time in the Alchemy Pavilion, he was also one of the elders who watched Yue Qianchou refine pills with the Sect Leader. How could he not know him? He turned his head and said to the person next to him, "Junior Martial Brother Sun! It is Yue Qianchou who Senior Martial Brother Guan asked us to take care of. "
"Haha, this kid is a little interesting. He is really worthy of being Senior Martial Brother Guan's personal disciple." Elder Sun laughed.
Another round of sun rose. An elder standing at the bow of the boat reached out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight. He looked into the distance and saw that the distant sky was covered with gloomy clouds. It seemed incompatible with the rising sun. He turned around and glanced at everyone in the cabin. He shouted in a deep voice, "The Demon Ghost Region is in front of us. Everyone, get ready."
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