My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

The cultivator known as Zongdongzhu didn't even raise his head, but just said "hmm" lightly as a response.

However, the second uncle of the Song family didn't care about it at all. He still walked in front with a smile on his face, leading the way, and didn't say a word to anyone else.

Just through this simple comparison of attitudes, it can be seen that this sect master must be the most powerful among this group of people.

Xuanji Zhenren was of course very clear about this in his heart. He cast his gaze towards Zong Dongzhu and did not seem to see anything special.

The only thing that attracted people's attention was the white bear skin that Zong Dongzhu was wearing.

Originally, Master Xuanji wanted to use his spiritual sense to investigate carefully, but finally gave up the idea.

Although he was very confident in his spiritual sense, it was extremely rude to use it to spy on others directly. If he was accidentally noticed by the other party, it would be difficult to explain.

However, Xuanji Zhenren secretly made up his mind that if there was a suitable opportunity, he would definitely have a good fight with the other party. He did not believe that there was anyone in the Jindan stage who could defeat him.

On the other side, Leng Qingqiu silently turned his gaze to those Foundation Establishment cultivators, and began to plan secretly in his heart.

Soon, the group of people reached the end of the cave, and saw a medium-distance teleportation array in front of them. This should be the teleportation array leading to Zhenwu Country.

Seeing this, everyone said nothing more and stepped into the formation one after another. With a flash of white light, their figures disappeared in an instant.

When the vision became clear again, what came into view was a magnificent palace full of ancient atmosphere.

The palace is so majestic and magnificent that it can't help but shock people.

There are forty or fifty huge stone pillars standing in the palace, scattered like stars.

Each pillar is so thick that it requires at least twenty people to hug it together, and the height reaches fifty or sixty feet.

These stone pillars are carved with patterns of giant exotic beasts of various shapes, which look particularly eye-catching.

Although there were hundreds of cultivators gathered in the hall at this time, the entire hall still looked unusually empty against the backdrop of such huge stone pillars.

As soon as the group appeared, an old man in a white robe came forward and said loudly: "I guess you are the Taoist friends from Zhao and Jin."

The second uncle of the Song family was named Song Qingming. He hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and said, "Greetings, Mr. Butler." The two brothers Song Heming and Song Henian followed closely behind him and saluted to the white-robed butler.

The white-robed butler smiled and said in a gentle voice, "It must have been a long journey for you all."

Everyone exchanged a few pleasantries, talking about matters such as personnel deployment and competition rules. Chu Ci and others stood aside and did not interrupt.

After a moment, the white-robed butler turned to face the crowd and said loudly, "Thank you all for taking the trouble to come and support us. This competition will be held tomorrow. Miss Wanying specifically asked you to rest first. At noon tomorrow, someone will naturally lead you to the competition venue."

As he was speaking, the white-robed butler waved his hand lightly, and more than twenty boys in uniform quickly came behind him.

These boys looked relatively young, but their steps were steady and their expressions were calm, and it was obvious that they had all undergone rigorous training.

It seems that he is the person who is responsible for leading the way.

Zong Dongzhu turned around and asked Song Qingming in a low voice: "Who is the Miss Wanying that the housekeeper mentioned? Could it be the Second Miss herself?"

Song Qingming replied: "Wanying is the Second Miss's personal maid. She usually serves the Second Miss and is responsible for conveying the Second Miss's wishes. Since Miss Wanying is the one delivering the message this time, all Taoist friends should just follow her instructions."

While everyone was talking, the group of little boys had already come up to them and stood beside each monk.

Standing in front of Chu Ci was a little Taoist boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with an exquisite Taoist bun on his head.

"Senior, please follow me." The little Taoist boy said softly, his tone very respectful.

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the hall. Seeing this, Chu Ci followed him like the others.

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, Chu Ci was shocked by the scene in front of him. It turned out that there were countless towering pavilions of varying heights standing around the hall where they were.

The tallest of them is over a hundred feet high, while the shorter ones are thirty or forty feet high.

There is a corridor more than ten meters wide between the pavilions, with extremely tall trees on both sides. The pavilions and stone halls are next to each other, stretching endlessly with no end in sight.

Although this place is full of tall buildings, it is sparsely populated. Chu Ci looked around and found no trace of other cultivators except those in the hall.

The little boy walked briskly, leading Chu Ci around left and right, passing through magnificent palaces built of bluestone. They passed more than a hundred rooms before stopping in front of a palace.

He pointed with his right hand and said, "Senior, this is the resting place specially arranged for you. Tomorrow morning, I will come in person and lead you to the competition hall."

Chu Ci looked up and was deeply shocked by the magnificent palace in front of him.

This hall covers a huge area, at least several hundred acres, and its height reaches thirty or forty feet. Such a large-scale building is definitely enough to accommodate tens of thousands of monks.

Seeing the little boy was about to turn around and leave, Chu Ci hurriedly asked, "My dear friend, please wait a moment. I wonder what is the purpose of our Chima Merchant Alliance building so many stone palaces?"

The boy seemed to be prepared for this and answered calmly, "Senior, this must be your first time in Zhenwu Country. You may not know that there are many places like this in our Zhenwu Country. The construction time of these stone halls has long been unknown, and no one knows who built them. We only know that they have stood here since ancient times, and it may be tens of millions of years ago. This is especially true for Zhenhuang Prefecture, the capital of our Zhenwu Country. There are tens of thousands of similar buildings in the area under the jurisdiction of the Red Horse Merchant Alliance alone. Because there are so many of these halls, everyone can have their own independent space, and even those of us can have one each if we want."

Chu Ci was shocked after hearing this. He never expected that these magnificent buildings had already stood here.

Originally, he had always believed that these palaces and pavilions were built by the Chima Merchant Alliance or the Zhenwu Kingdom. Even if high-level cultivators could move mountains and fill the sea, the energy and time required to build so many large-scale palaces and pavilions would probably be incalculable.

What's more, there doesn't seem to be any particularly practical use for doing so.

As his thoughts turned, Chu Ci suddenly remembered Xuan Ji Zhenren and the other people who were traveling with him, so he quickly asked, "Excuse me, my friend, where do the other Taoist friends from Jin live?"

The boy replied, "There are dozens of stone halls to the left and right of this place. They are all the residences of the seniors of Jin State. It's just that this complex of buildings is so magnificent that you can't see them for the time being."