Chapter 2145

Hong's father didn't think much, readily agreed; Li Hongyan's purpose was also successfully achieved; as for Hongyun, a person with incomplete intellect, a fool, then there's even less opinion.

Everyone was happy; after a banquet, it could be said that everyone was pleased.

That night, Hong's father and son were arranged by Li Hongyan to rest in the lord's manor, and it was even the highest standard of reception.

Food, provisions, even the serving maids and servants were all carefully selected by the lord's manor.

Having settled Hong's father and son, Li Hongyan returned to his own small courtyard, his expression calm as usual, the alcohol in his system long gone.

Hands behind his back, gazing at the night sky, his eyes sharp.

Dao One Immortal Sect, increasingly making him feel like a thorn in his heart.

As long as this sect exists for a day, his position in Wuji Xiancheng remains awkward for a day, and with time passing, this awkwardness only grows.

After all, Wuji Xiancheng has gone so many years without being able to enter Wuji Shanmai, not even establishing a foothold.

But now, what Wuji Xiancheng dares not do, or fails to accomplish, Dao One Immortal Sect has achieved.

Moreover, they even gained the tacit approval of the beast clan; for so long, the beast clan has taken no other action.

This makes it impossible for Li Hongyan to remain unbothered.

But for now, let's first test Xu Jie's depth before saying more.

"Hongyun should be enough."

He murmured softly, Hong Zun's combat power is absolutely among the top prodigies; if Xu Jie could defeat him, it would confirm that eighty percent of the rumors are true, making him a newly risen Heavenly Pride Yāoniè.

Thus, one cannot rashly act against Dao One Immortal Sect; perhaps a breakthrough can be found from Xu Jie.

After all, in terms of overall strength, Wuji Xiancheng is certainly stronger than Dao One Immortal Sect, their foundations are not on the same level.

What Dao One Immortal Sect can offer, Wuji Xiancheng can offer even more.

Li Hongyan secretly pondered; although it was late at night, he still had no mind to cultivate.

As for inside Dao One Immortal Sect, Ye Zhangqing's life continues as usual, each day harvesting good review points.

As for the quota of people selected to go to Lingtai Dong, Ye Zhangqing naturally couldn't be bothered to manage it.

He directly announced a tournament; the top hundred may follow him there.

When this news came out, all the disciples were thoroughly excited; they had been waiting for these words.

Some disciples even wanted to repeat their old tricks, using heavy money to secretly buy a quota and stage a fake match.

But this time, everyone refused without hesitation.

"Come on, I don't lack those few immortal crystals."

"Money may be a good thing, but is it more important than having a meal?"

Moreover, even those disciples of ordinary origins, after joining Dao One Immortal Sect, actually do not lack cultivation resources.

The sect has never shortchanged them; thus, regarding resources and wealth, many disciples are really not too scarce.

Thus, naturally, even fewer people are willing to sell that quota.

If one can make the top hundred, not only can they enter Lingtai Dong, but they can also enjoy Ye Zhangqing's meals—surely better than those few immortal crystals.

Disciples who wanted to buy a quota are destined to be disappointed.

And three days later, the tournament began as scheduled.

As before, many disciples exerted all their efforts, none willing to yield even a step.

Even the referees, Lin Potian and Qin Shanhai, finally forced, could only summon several attendants to substitute.

No way, those little brats fought desperately for the quota; as they fought, they sparked genuine fury, apparently ready to fight to the death, so the two could no longer sit still.

"Shī xiōng, this Lingtai Dong quota, as the junior brother, I am determined to obtain it."

"Me too."

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry; if the junior brother makes a mistake, I hope Shī xiōng will not blame me."

"Haha, that's natural; life and death are fate, wealth and honor are from heaven—go ahead and give it your all."

Saying that, both of them even deployed secret arts, causing Lin Potian and Qin Shanhai's eyelids to twitch wildly.

Naturally, the rules forbid using secret arts, but who would listen to Lin Potian and Qin Shanhai's words?

The blood‑red‑eyed disciples simply ignored this, treating it as wind in the ears.

Lin Potian and Qin Shanhai wanted to forcibly stop it, but were willing yet unable.

This is the most direct manifestation of elders' cultivation being inferior to that of disciples.

The rules had long been set here, and disciples normally observed them.

But when the blood‑red‑eyed moment came, the unbinding rules—who would still care about them?

Only when an attendant stepped in at the end was the situation fully brought under control, after which Qin Shanhai and Lin Potian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With several attendants holding the fort, the subsequent tournament returned to normal.

Although many disciples still went all out, holding nothing back, at least no further rule‑violating death matches occurred.

With many disciples, the matches lasted a full three days, thus finally deciding the quota of one hundred.

These one hundred, without distinction of order, can all follow Ye Zhangqing into Lingtai Dong.

The disciples who successfully made the hundred‑person list each had eyes brimming with undisguisable excitement, their smiles impossible to hide.

Having risked their lives, they finally managed to squeeze in—good, good, they felt satisfied.

But what the disciples didn't expect was that Ye Zhangqing's surprise for them went beyond this.

On the day after the tournament ended, Ye Zhangqing invited these hundred disciples to the canteen for a banquet in the evening.

He said it was to give them a send‑off and also to wish success for this journey to Lingtai Dong, that Dao One Immortal Sect would proceed smoothly.

When this news came out, all the disciples went crazy.

Those who made the list were practically like celebrating New Year; a feast—what immense fortune!

Since it's a wine banquet, a send‑off, it certainly couldn't be a big pot meal, but rather a special preparation.

Moreover, Ye Zhangqing took the initiative to host the banquet, so the standard certainly couldn't be low; otherwise, wouldn't that be losing face for Ye Zhangqing?

Having big fish and meat is a sure thing; maybe one could even taste a dish never eaten before.

Thinking of this, the many disciples are extremely excited.

The joy in their eyes is almost overflowing.

"Good, good, good; not wasting my earlier all-out effort, it was worth it."

"Haha, refreshing, Elder Yè Chánglǎo indeed understands me."

"Brother, let's go, we'll now go wait outside the Canteen."

"Haha, yes yes yes, let's go together, let's go together."

Many people have already eagerly headed toward the direction of the Canteen, while those disciples who did not make the top 100 list are now beating their chests and stamping their feet.

They resent, resent themselves for not performing well in the earlier arena match, for not daring to go all-out, for falling just short, and thus missing out on this tremendous wealth.

If they had tried a little harder, they would surely have a place at today's banquet; why, alas, they regret not having done so, truly regret not having done so.