Chapter 441

Fortunately, Meng Zhangqing has always been relatively level-headed.

Recalling those days long past.

Among the Eighteen Disciples of Tai Xuan, nearly all of them, except himself, were much the same.

That was youthful arrogance!

Luckily, his strength was sufficient, so he never capsized in a muddy ditch.

Until he went there.

He finally paid the price for it.

And it was a terrible price!

"By the way, these are all the profiles of disciples from the Zhuduoda Sects. During the journey, take a look."

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles."

The Elder pulled his thoughts back and pulled out a storage ring.

Inside were filled with jade slips.

The information within the jade slips had been gathered by the Shadow Message Hall, far more detailed than public records.

It even included clear analyses of strengths and weaknesses.

Upon hearing this.

Meng Zhangqing's eyes glinted slightly.

This is good.

At least he could learn about the cultivation arts of these major sects.

Whether they had any special traits.

If the results were good, he might as well find an opportunity to make friends.

Although according to the Grand Elder's words.

He might become the target of everyone's hostility upon entering.

But enmities are better resolved than prolonged.

Where in the world is there eternal hatred?

Why not sit down, have a good chat, and make friends along the way, right?

As for his own charm and the Chi Xiao at his waist, Meng Zhangqing had full confidence in turning these fellows from enemies into friends!

――

Tianxuanwu Sect.

In the Southern Region, it has long been renowned.

Even the Dingjida Sects from other provinces pale slightly in comparison.

And among the five sects,

there are distinctions of strength.

Strictly speaking, Nine-Colored Glass Pavilion is the strongest.

Next is Aoshijian Sect.

Yunhai Academy.

Zi Yang Palace.

And Wind King Hall.

Aside from this, Nine-Colored Glass Pavilion is also the oldest force in the Southern Region.

Unlike other Dingjida Sects, which rose within the past two to three thousand years,

its origins can be traced back to the founding of the Sacred Grounds.

Thus, the Shanmen territory of Nine-Colored Glass Pavilion can be said to be immensely vast.

Gazing out, its boundaries are impossible to discern.

It commands a full sixty thousand spirit peaks!

Even in midair, ancient Gushan hang upside down, frozen in place by incomprehensible power.

Immortal cranes fly in rows across the heavens, spirit birds sing clearly, gliding through the sea of clouds.

This scene is truly awe-inspiring.

And brimming with the aura of a major sect!

――

Five days later.

The morning sun broke dawn.

Radiant auroras stretched ten thousand feet.

Dong!

The ancient bell's chime echoed endlessly from deep within the Shanmen of Nine-Colored Glass Pavilion.

In the distance, countless cloud vessels sped toward them.

The scene was magnificent and grand!

Today!

Is the official opening day of the Southern Region's Talent War!

All sides converge; heroes gather!

"So this is Nine-Colored Glass Pavilion."

Meng Zhangqing stepped out of the cloud vessel's chamber, clasped his hands behind his back, and gazed out, unable to suppress a nod.

Truly a Dingjida Sect.

A terrifying power second only to the Holy Lands.

Just this Shanmen territory is extraordinary in its grandeur.

"I never thought we would return to this place one day."

Not far away, the Great Elder, Hua Ciyan, and Ku Fengchun approached.

Deep emotion surfaced in their voices.

As if countless memories surged to the forefront of their minds.

"Little Junior Brother, what you face is far more difficult than what we faced back then."

Ku Fengchun smiled and said, "But I believe in you."

"Rest assured, I will go all the way to the end, until... I am arrogant and disdainful of all."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly.