Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

After two months of special training, the nine disciples of Lingxi Valley have become a different person.

Song Wujie took out five storage bags and placed them on the table in the pavilion. He glanced at Wang Qiye who was lying on the chair in the pavilion and shook his head.

"Yun Ruoyan, Shi Youliang, Zhu Qishan, Ling Mufeng, Mo Yifei, I leave it to you five."

"I will definitely live up to the sect's trust!"

The five people successively put away a storage bag, tied it around their waists, and saluted Song Wujie.

Song Wujie took out another pot of wine and shook it in his hand. Shi Youliang's eyes widened instantly.

Song Wujie threw the wine to Ling Mufeng.

"Master, did you see that? Go in and find Ling Mufeng, and that pot of wine will be yours."

"Hehehe, thank you, Senior Brother Song. Just wait and see. That pot of wine won't go away."

Shi Youliang stared at the pot of wine in Ling Mufeng's hand as if he was staring at his wife.

Song Wujie took out another dozen locator symbols and placed them on the table.

"I don't need to tell you how to use this, do I?"

Everyone sitting on the stone benches nodded to show their understanding.

Song Wujie distributed these locators.

Chu Liyue handed a locator to Wang Qiye. After Wang Qiye took it, it started burning in his hand in an instant.

"Why are you still like this now?"

Chu Liyue felt that this person was becoming more and more unreasonable.

"Forget it. Everyone has their own aspirations. The future of the sect depends on you."

Song Wujie stuffed ten talismans into Chu Liyue's hands, including both attack and defense talismans.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Song. Liyue will definitely live up to the sect's trust."

Song Wujie looked at Wang Qiye again, shook his head helplessly, and handed over ten talismans.

Wang Qiye, who was lying down, took the talisman and put it into his storage bag.

Song Wujie returned to his seat, took out food and drinks, and placed them on the stone table in the stone pavilion.

"Come on, everyone sit down. This may be the most comfortable meal you will have before entering the Habara Flag Battle."

Only then did Wang Qiye get down from the pavilion chair and sit on the stone bench.

"Brother Song, do you have any more wine to drink after you return?"

Shi Youliang first drank the small cup in front of him, grabbed the wine pot and poured it for himself, staring at Song Wujie with shining eyes. These days, he can get a pot of wine from Song Wujie every day, and he has already regarded him as his biological parent.

"Haha, this time I come back, I'll let you drink as much as you want. There's so much wine."

Song Wujie felt somewhat relieved, and as he spoke, he gestured with a large jar of wine.

"Really that many?"

The teacher and friend's eyes brightened even more, and they also followed the gesture and smiled like a child.

"Yeah, there really are so many."

Song Wujie nodded affirmatively and picked up the small cup in front of him.

"Come on, I wish you all a successful start."

Everyone also raised the wine glass in front of them.

"I would like to thank Senior Brother Song for his good words."

Let’s do it together.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables."

The meal was quite harmonious, with everyone toasting each other and before they knew it, the meal was over.

After the meal, Song Wujie put the bowls and chopsticks into the food box, and took out a pot of tea to entertain everyone.

We drank tea for two hours when suddenly a "green cry" was heard above the activity square, and a large green bird appeared above the square.

"Gah-"

Song Wujie stood up first and shouted.

"coming!"

Meeting the bluebird again, Wang Qiye was filled with emotion. The willows moved in the past, still lingering in the south of the Han River. The old friend revisited the place, but the beauty was gone.

An old man with a goatee and wearing a black Taoist robe jumped down from the blue bird.

Wang Qiye felt as if a sun had fallen to the ground. Although the opponent had been very restrained, the gap in strength was too great and it took him a while to adapt.

"Welcome Elder Mo!"

Song Wujie was at the Foundation Establishment stage after all, so he spoke first.

"Welcome Elder Mo!"

Everyone shouted along.

Elder Mo just nodded and waved to everyone.

"Come up."

Everyone flew up to the blue bird's back involuntarily, and finally landed in a large glowing cover. Elder Mo then jumped into the cover as well.

"Don't come out of this hood, sit cross-legged."

Everyone was not brave enough to be careless and sat cross-legged with their eyes closed.

The bluebird immediately flapped its wings and left the ground. After only a dozen breaths, Wang Qiye felt the bluebird slowing down and flying downwards. He then opened his eyes and looked down, and found that he had arrived in an unfamiliar place.

"Gah-"

The bluebird chirped and circled twice in the sky above the square. Elder Mo waved his hand, and everyone followed Elder Mo off the bluebird's back and landed at an empty spot in the square.

"Mo Laojiu, can you come earlier next time? Damn it, it's not like your big bird can't run fast!"

The one who dared to shout like that was a man with his chest and breasts exposed, carrying a large white gourd on his back. He was only one size smaller than this man, with a face full of stubble and a red beard.

"Thank you, drunkard. Your mouth is still so stinky. Am I late?"

As soon as Elder Mo carried everyone to the ground, he returned them.

"Learn from Sishui Pavilion, which set out three months ago."

Xie Jiuke has a big mouth and never shows mercy when he is in a powerful position.

The Yuanying elder of Sishui Pavilion looked embarrassed.

"Humph, with his slow-moving cloud boat, he dares to compare it with my Blue Bird."

It seems that Mo Laojiu also has a bad temper and is unwilling to give in.

"You really piss me off, come over here and fight me if you dare!"

At this time, Xie Jiuke's face turned even redder and he rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe.

"Do you think I'm afraid of a drunkard like you?"

Mo Laojiu also rolled his eyes, not at all disappointed.

"Alright, alright, you are hundreds of years old, but you still act like two kids."

An old, one-eyed woman, leaning on a cane as tall as a person, blocked the way for Xie Jiuke.

"Granny, do you want to fight with me too?"

Xie Jiuke stopped and looked at the old woman with unfriendly eyes.

"What if I, Gu Sansi, am included?"

A middle-aged monk in Confucian robes took a step forward.

"Damn it, do you dare to challenge me in a one-on-one fight?"

The guest thanking the wine was extremely angry and glared at the monk in Confucian robes.

"Namo Amitabha, everyone, peace is the most important thing."

An old bald monk shouted the Buddha's name and took a step forward.

"Let's get started. I don't have time to play house with you!"

A man covered in a black robe gestured to the four people standing in the middle of the square.

"The four of us are the referees of this Habala Flag Grabbing Battle. The four of us will score for each flag owner. Now the Habala Flag Grabbing Battle officially begins. All Qi Refining Monks, please enter the battle!"

The four people standing in the center of the square shouted in unison, and they raised their hands in unison, inviting all the monks in the world to come.

Wang Qiye followed the movements of the four people and saw a mirror on the side of the boulder behind them. "Could this be the entrance to the Habara Flag Battle?"

As soon as the four referees finished speaking, the Nascent Soul cultivators stopped arguing. The people from the Five Sects and Four Palaces took the lead in lining up at the front, and the other sects also began to move and lined up behind the Five Sects and Four Palaces. This was the arrangement of the Five Sects and Four Palaces.

Wang Qiye just looked for a while longer. The line of people waiting to enter was already very long. One by one, everyone was checked by the four referees, then walked into the mirror and disappeared.

"Hurry up and get in line!"

Elder Mo was obviously venting his anger on Wang Qiye. A gust of wind swept Wang Qiye away, pushing him toward the back of the team.

Wang Qiye quickly steadied himself, tapped the ground a few times, and stood at the end of the team. As soon as he stood there, other sects came to line up behind him.

Four people were checked at a time, and the team was moving quite fast. At this speed, they would all be able to enter the Habara Flag Battle in an hour.

"Young man, how dare you be so sneaky!"

An old man in his sixties was slapped away by the referee.

"Please spare me, Senior. I have not violated any rules by carrying anything that exceeds the limit!"

The old man vomited blood, knelt down, and kowtowed for mercy.

"How dare you quibble? The two talismans in your storage bag, when combined, can withstand a full-strength attack from a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage. You are really complaining about your life!"

Having said that, without waiting for the old man to reply, he summoned a flying sword and shot it straight through his heart.

The Qi Refining cultivators present immediately became nervous. One of them had died before they even entered.

A Nascent Soul cultivator came to him, obviously an elder of his sect. He leaned over to look at his storage bag, took it out without saying anything, burned the body with fire, and then stood up and walked back to where he was.

Wang Qiye also sighed. At such an old age, he must have been a casual cultivator, thinking of fighting before his death. In such a small sect, even fellow disciples could not trust each other. If he had entrusted a talisman to his fellow disciples, he would not have ended up like this.

There was a slight commotion in the team, with more than one person whispering to each other. Wang Qiye understood that these people must be in the same situation as the old man, and he couldn't help but sweat for the independent cultivators again. If they wanted to win a reputation in this Habala Flag Seizing Battle, they would be at a disadvantage at this starting point.

The commotion in the team slowly subsided. It seemed that everyone had found someone to trust. Wang Qiye had no hope for them. Only those like the team in front of him, who were calm and knew when to advance and retreat, were his teammates. The others were just stepping stones.

After a minor incident, it was soon Wang Qiye's turn. Wang Qiye stepped forward and opened his storage bag. There were only ten talismans, two jars of black-scale wheat wine, and enough biscuits for the next ten days.

"Humph, you've succeeded in taking advantage of the situation this time. Come in!"

The referee stared at Wang Qiye's chest for a long time and said unwillingly.

The lazy Wang Qiye was also very confused. He reached his right hand into his arms and pulled out a hibernating small black snake. Who else could this be but "Dahei"!

The last time we went to the secret realm, this soul-eating snake wanted to go with us, but Wang Qiye grabbed its tail and threw it far away. After this happened twice, the little thing finally settled down.

When did it catch up this time? Wang Qiye really didn't know. Maybe his mood had already entered the Habala Flag-grabbing Battle, giving it a chance. Now that he had left this hibernating little snake behind, Wang Qiye might have been cooked into a snake soup by a Yuanying cultivator the moment he entered.

"Ah, whether it's a blessing or a fate, it depends on your own luck."

Wang Qiye put it back into his arms and strode towards the mirror. It was like walking through a curtain of water and he appeared in an unfamiliar place.