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At the entrance of the village, there were already people from Mingjing Valley conducting checks. Only those who had received invitations were allowed to enter, as this place often attracted self-driving tourists. In the past few days, at least ten self-driving tourists had followed a convoy to Mingjing Valley. They were curious about why so many luxury cars had gathered in such an inconspicuous location and wanted to investigate. However, before they could enter the village, they were stopped at a distance by the guards.
There is a saying that poor mountains and bad waters produce cunning people. Although these self-driving tourists were curious, they were ultimately afraid for their lives. Seeing the unfriendly expressions of the roadblockers, they decided against taking any risks. While some feared death or trouble, others were not so easily intimidated.
The convoy of Jiang Chen and his companions was blocked on the road into the village, with two Mercedes-Benz G-Class vehicles parked in front. Anyone who could drive such cars was certainly not an ordinary person; at the very least, they were wealthy individuals. Moreover, they definitely weren't members of the Hidden Sect; if they were, they wouldn't have been stopped.
"Shishan, go see what's going on," Peng Tianqi said casually.
Peng Shishan quickly got out of the car to check things out. As a disciple of Mingjing Valley with an invitation letter, he was polite to the guards but showed little courtesy to the group of young tourists.
"This is not a place for you to be; hurry up and leave. Don’t block our distinguished guests," one of the disciples from Mingjing Valley said impatiently.
The group of young tourists had bad tempers. They glanced at Peng Shishan and then turned back to look at the Elfa convoy behind them.
"Why can they go in while we can't? Is Tianshan your village's property?" shouted a tall young man in camouflage clothing, clearly displeased.
"Tianshan isn't our village's, but this road is ours. If we don't want you to go in, then you can't go in. Now hurry up and leave; if you don't, don’t blame us for being rude," one of the disciples from Mingjing Valley retorted angrily.
Although the Hidden Sect had rules against engaging with ordinary people, if pushed too far, fists were still the best way to resolve issues.
"Then can we just go around?" one woman among the young tourists shouted sharply.
These young people seemed tough to deal with, but they didn't realize they had encountered someone even tougher.
The disciples from Mingjing Valley had lost their patience, their eyes filled with a fierce killing intent. Of course, they wouldn’t kill anyone here, but teaching them a lesson was certainly on the table.
"What do you want? Are you going to fight?" The young man in camouflage stepped forward boldly, believing his martial arts skills would easily handle a few villagers.
"Looking for death," one of the Mingjing Valley disciples replied coldly. Since kind words had no effect, it was time to take action.
With just one strike, they could easily handle these young tourists. Their arms and legs would be fine, but their faces would swell up instead. The goal of Mingjing Valley’s disciples was merely to drive them away without injuring their legs or hands.
In the end, these young people compromised and pulled their cars over to let Jiang Chen and his group pass first.
As Jiang Chen walked past them, he suddenly frowned slightly upon recognizing an old classmate—Cheng Xiang.
It had been years since they last met, and Cheng Xiang had become increasingly charming. She stood beside a young man in camouflage attire, their hands intertwined, clearly a couple.
Cheng Xiang was unaware of Jiang Chen in the car; she would never have expected to run into him here, and Jiang Chen also did not anticipate encountering Cheng Xiang in this place. Just a short while ago, in Liu Fei City, he had been at a gathering with Liu Ying, Wang Shun Yuan, and Gao Kang, during which they discussed Cheng Xiang's recent developments. Liu Ying mentioned that Cheng Xiang had latched onto another wealthy heir and even inquired about Jiang Chen, likely seeking revenge against him.
Now it seemed that the wealthy heir Cheng Xiang had found was indeed this young man, who drove a luxury vehicle and took her and others on a self-driving tour—definitely a rich second-generation.
Cheng Xiang barely flickered through Jiang Chen's mind; he wouldn't give much thought to someone like her. If it weren't for their past as classmates, he wouldn't even spare her a glance.
As the car entered the village of Mingjing Valley, tents had already been set up. The accommodations in Mingjing Valley were limited; not everyone could have a room, only those of high status within the Hidden Sect were granted lodging.
Every time a convoy arrived, those who were already there—especially the young people—couldn't help but turn their heads to look. The martial arts competition was predominantly attended by young individuals, mostly in their twenties to thirties. These young people represented fresh blood for their sects and families and were heavily nurtured. Such a grand event was not one they would miss.
They were also the most active participants in the martial arts competition. Although there were many Hidden Sects across Huaxia, they were scattered throughout the country, making it difficult for them to meet regularly. For these disciples in their twenties from the Hidden Sect, it was their first time seeing so many members from other sects.
The young men observed the girls from other sects while the girls kept an eye on the boys. Lin Yin, Ye Ming, and Qin Xiaoya got out of the car, causing the young men from Hidden Sect with fresh Blood Qi to stretch their necks and stare intently.
Feeling overwhelmed by so many gazes, Ye Ming shyly lowered her head. Qin Xiaoya remained cold and indifferent as if she were invisible to them. In contrast, Lin Yin smiled proudly, her lips curling upward as she surveyed the young men. Their straightforward demeanor made those young men feel somewhat embarrassed under her scrutiny.
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