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The defeat of Chu Yunxiang did not come as a surprise. After all, the name "Jade Void Sect" alone was enough to gauge the strength of the Shepherd.
While the Super Sect held a certain level of intimidation, any disciple emerging from the Super Sect, no matter how ordinary, would still appear superior in the eyes of regular cultivators.
Take Tan Siyuan, for instance. Although he did not possess any powerful spells or mysterious secret techniques, his presence naturally overshadowed that of ordinary Loose Cultivators and disciples from smaller sects.
The Beiluo Great Sect enjoyed the advantages of being a Major Sect, while Loose Cultivators had their own opportunities. In times of chaos, there was always a flourishing period for Loose Cultivators to rise. Whenever turmoil struck, a batch of formidable Loose Cultivators would emerge like bamboo shoots after rain.
The debate over who is superior has persisted since ancient times and remains unresolved.
As the battle concluded and noon approached, no one seemed eager to continue challenging one another. Familiar faces gathered together to reminisce about the past.
Gu Ping encountered many acquaintances; Bu Luo was among them. Everyone wanted to see him, just like a bamboo basket moving through a crowd.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ping, who had shone brightly during the Battle of Tiandong City, turned out to be Gu Ping's acquaintance. The small schemes between Treasure Pavilion and Jade Void Sect were laid bare as they collided with one another, leading to laughter.
Xu Qiaoshan from Thunderstorm Pavilion remained straightforward as ever. Witnessing Gu Ping's entourage, he raised his wine flask and reminisced about old times with Gu Ping. Although they had met a few times in Feitian Dongcheng, there was no pretense between them.
Beside him, his younger brother Xu Qiaoshui looked awkwardly at his brother. There was nothing he could do; after all, he was from Treasure Pavilion. Given the relationship between Treasure Pavilion and Hong Clan, and considering Che Qiangxuan's disappointing performance during the Sky East Tournament, it was hard for him to find an excuse for being an outstanding disciple of Treasure Pavilion.
Unlike Jade Void Sect, which boasted numerous talents, Treasure Pavilion relied heavily on its treasures and sheer numbers. The disparity in strength between Infinite and Tai Xu was evident; Yan Dong could hardly be mentioned in the same breath.
Without the pressure of light suppressing them, Tai Xu's strength stood out among many sects in the celestial realm, with only the reclusive Buddhist Sect capable of rivaling them.
Infinite, the two brothers in arms, Brilliant Harbor has been around for countless years, and they have already begun their journey on Dongpo Road, even more unfathomable than Qiankun.
Oh, is that Bamboo Basket? How about challenging him to another match? Back in the day, I could hold my own against him. Not bad, have I broken through? It seems I'm still wandering around in the Golden Core Stage, but I certainly don't deserve to be his rival.
Jiang Anbo suddenly noticed Bamboo Basket not far from him, walking over with a mocking expression and chattering about their past battles.
Bamboo Basket, who had been trying to avoid him, ultimately couldn't escape. With a swift motion, he drew his Bamboo Leaf Sword.
As Jiang Anbo continued his chatter, he sensed the Mid-Stage of Infancy realm emanating from Bamboo Basket and immediately fell silent, smiling as he walked over to Tan Siyuan.
What kind of medicine did that guy take? How did Coco break through so quickly?
I thought everyone was like me—just talking and talking.
Tan Siyuan peeled a grape and held it up to Jiang Anbo's mouth. Just as Jiang Anbo was about to open his mouth to swallow it, he suddenly realized the grape was gone.
While chewing on the grape, Tan Siyuan said, "Want to eat? Peel it yourself."
Sigh.
Han Yu is really getting more beautiful; how could I be blind enough to overlook my Young Master Zhenzhen?
Hong Ling circled back to Gu Ping's side and inexplicably said something while her gaze remained fixed on Hong Yulong in the distance, who was discussing techniques with them. Her thoughts were completely elsewhere.
"No, how could I be so blind?"
Gu Ping admired the piece that Han Yu was playing with great care, while mocking himself. According to Ye Youluo, perhaps it was fate; no one could escape Bu Luo, and no one could hide from it.
His father held a high opinion of him, believing that in the gambling match concerning Tiandong, he had the highest odds of winning. Thus, he wanted to use their connections to gain an advantage, which could also be considered a bet from the Hong Clan.
But really, what could possibly make his father look favorably upon Gu Ping? It seemed unlikely that he would regard him so highly.
Due to Fate, the Hong Clan and the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had maintained relations throughout the generations. Was there any significance to the word Fortune?
Fortune? Gu Ping shook his head; who could truly understand such a thing?
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