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On the fifteenth of this month, in B City, I, along with Mu Xuanche and several disciples of the Xuanzong sect, had already arrived at the hotel arranged by the organizers on the fourteenth to participate in the Metaphysics Conference.
Although the Xuanzong sect is well-known, there are many practitioners of cultivation in today's society, leading to distinctions among different sects and types. The Xuanzong has always been a leader in the Metaphysics Conference, so as soon as we entered, we felt the attention of everyone around us.
The conference consisted of two main parts: in the morning, there was the Taoist Forum, primarily debating the classics of Taoism; in the afternoon, it was the Duel Conference, where participants showcased their unique skills to see whose was stronger.
In previous years, my master had always taken first place. This time, however, upon seeing me arrive, people around began to mock me quietly. The incident involving a disciple of Xuanzong had already spread through our circles.
Now it was the 21st century; information travels fast. What happened a second ago could be known worldwide in an instant. To avoid any disputes, I had no intention of lingering in the hall. As soon as I entered, I prepared to rush up to my room.
However, just as I reached the staircase, I heard a chilling voice of mockery from behind me.
"Hey, isn't that someone from Xuanzong? With Lingyunzi gone, they send out a girl. What are they trying to show us? It seems Xuanzong has really fallen; they can't even spare a girl."
I could tolerate a lot, but not insults directed at my master or our sect. I stopped and turned around to look at the person who spoke. A disciple beside me informed me that this person was the Heir Apparent of Lingxiao Pavilion, and sitting next to him was the Master of Lingxiao Pavilion.
I stared at him intently, and he glared back at me defiantly.
"How about it, miss? If you don't want to stay with the Xuanzong, come to our Lingxiao Pavilion. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
As soon as he finished that line, I knew I didn't need to intervene because my companion, Mu Xuanche, had already taken action.
The scoundrel could only make incoherent sounds, "Ah, ah, ah," unable to form any words.
With Mu Xuanche applying pressure, the guy gradually collapsed to the ground, rolling around in obvious discomfort.
Finally, the Lingxiao Pavilion Master could no longer sit idly by. He stood up to rescue his apprentice but found himself at a loss after several attempts.
In the end, the old man had no choice but to come to me and said, "Miss, please don't take offense. My apprentice is still young; I hope you can show some mercy."
I hadn't expected such a clever master from such a lackluster disciple. In front of so many people, he was able to treat me—a nameless girl—with such respect. It showed he was adaptable.
I am someone who knows when to stop while ahead. Moreover, with so many sects around, it wouldn't be wise to create enemies. So I allowed Mu Xuanche to relent.
Once the man on the ground recovered a bit, I took my people and returned upstairs.
I hadn't attended the morning debate session; I still hadn't memorized the Tao Te Ching completely, so why embarrass myself?
However, I did attend the afternoon Duel Conference. There weren't too many people present—only about ten—since only masters and their heirs were allowed in.
I brought Mu Xuanche with me. He had changed his appearance and seemed rather ordinary among the crowd.
After I took my seat, all eyes were on me.
Since my master is the Chairman of the Metaphysics Society, I found myself in the central position.
Just as I settled in, the Daoist across from me spoke up.
"It seems it's time for a change in leadership at the Metaphysics Society. We can't let a wet-behind-the-ears girl lead us old men," he said.
As soon as he finished, laughter erupted around us.
Not one to back down, I decided to retaliate.
"Old Man, this isn't a time for age-based hierarchy. I may be inexperienced, but you're just a relic of the past."
His beard bristled with anger at my words, and he stood up, ready to charge at me.
However, before he could reach me, he stumbled and fell.
Now furious, he rolled over and got back on his feet, slipping on a set of iron rings to strike at me.
Looking at the bulging veins on his hands, it was clear he was skilled in martial arts.
But that wouldn't matter; using softness to overcome hardness meant he wouldn't even get close to me.
After several attempts, he still couldn't reach my side.
Although I didn't understand the principle behind it, I knew it had to be the work of Mu Xuanche.
The person who was angry spat out a mouth ful of blood and covered his face as he left the venue.
Seeing me like this, the others present dared not act.
A figure stepped forward, but I couldn't tell whether he was a Daoist or a monk. The reason for my confusion was that he wore a robe and had a shaved head.
"Old Monk will have a word with you," he declared.
This person was quite strange; dressed in attire typical of the Metaphysics Society, he referred to himself as Old Monk.
Learning from the lesson of the previous individual, he didn't approach directly. Instead, he removed the prayer beads from his hands and threw them at us.
His speed was astonishing, and the scattered beads flew toward me like bullets.
I could feel the air around me begin to condense and shatter as the beads approached.
It seemed that the encirclement set up by Mu Xuanche had already been broken by him.
He dove toward me, raising his palm to strike.
Suddenly, my body moved against my will, and I raised my hand to meet his strike. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Old Monk was sent flying backward, spitting blood as he fell to the ground.
With one casualty down, a profound silence enveloped the scene.
Just now, it was Mu Xuanche who borrowed my hand to take down this Old Man.
However, in everyone's eyes, it was the result of my powerful inner strength, so they no longer dared to underestimate me.
After this moment ended, no one dared to question me again.
Everyone sat peacefully in the venue, but the atmosphere became somewhat strange.
These people were all elderly, having weathered many storms, so even though such an event had just occurred, they did not show much surprise.
The Leader of Lingyun Pavilion suddenly stood up and said, "Does anyone still have objections to the person sent by the Xuan Sect?"
The crowd fell silent. He continued, "Since no one has any objections, let's begin discussing the most important matters of this year's Metaphysics Conference."
I was somewhat puzzled about what these Old Men were planning.
They seemed mysterious and secretive, giving off the impression that they were targeting the Xuan Sect.
Then, the old man from Lingyun Pavilion suddenly turned on a large screen.
Several maps appeared, marked with various place names written in what looked like seal script.
Fortunately, I had studied seal script before, so I could decipher what was written.
It should be place names; I wondered what this Old Man intended to do by displaying these maps.
However, what he said next made me understand.
Originally, he from Lingyun Pavilion had obtained an ancient map of the Great Tomb. After submitting it, the higher-ups decided to send us to excavate the tomb and take a look.
Such a labor-intensive and thankless task, I thought, surely no one would want to do it.
I couldn't understand why the Leader of Lingyun Pavilion lacked confidence and made everything so mysterious.
Just as I finished my thoughts, the old man continued, "Everyone, rest assured, this time you will definitely not work for nothing. The things inside will be available for you to take if you are satisfied."
The people present were all top-tier figures; they wouldn't risk their lives for a little money. I was curious to see what trick the old man was trying to play.
Seeing that no one reacted, the old man wasn't in a hurry. He smiled and said, "This is the Tomb of Qin Wang Ying Ziying. Don't you want what is hidden inside?"
At that moment, the venue erupted like a boiling pot.
I was also shocked when I heard it. The Tomb of Qin Wang Ying Ziying—how did everyone know? Wasn't this supposed to be a big secret? Who leaked it?
I turned to look for Mu Xuanche for advice. He suggested staying put; he suspected that someone from the Cult of Spirits had deliberately spread the news. But he hadn't figured out their purpose yet.
I couldn't make sense of what the Cult of Spirits was trying to achieve by letting so many people know about it. Wouldn't that just create chaos?
While I was pondering this, the old man suddenly called out to me.
"I wonder what insights this young lady from Xuanzong has?"
I was taken aback by his call, momentarily at a loss for words.
What insight could I possibly have?
With everyone staring at me, I couldn't remain silent, so I had to muster the courage to speak.
"I don't have any insights; I'll leave it to you seniors to decide. I'm listening to everyone."
To my surprise, my answer seemed to please the old man, who nodded vigorously and praised me.
"You truly are impressive. At such a young age, you possess such insight. It's rare."
I smiled back at him, acknowledging his compliment, and then turned my attention elsewhere, focusing on my own tasks without further engaging him.
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