I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The Fallen Dragon laughed heartily within him: "They all came here to see you, don't embarrass yourself this time!"

Mingchuan couldn't help but curl his lips: "What's so embarrassing?"

His gaze quickly moved across the faces of these sect members, and suddenly stopped in the direction of Jinling Pavilion.

I saw that the person leading the front was a stranger.

Mingchuan raised his eyebrows and asked Su Hao beside him: "Big Brother, who is that?"

Su Hao took a look and replied, "That's their sect's new Holy Son, Jian Yue."

"This guy's power seems to be much stronger than that of their previous Saint Jian Ning. We should be careful."

Mingchuan tutted his words and nodded: "Okay, I understand."

It looked like another person was coming for him.

He shook his head and reluctantly followed everyone to sit down.

The presiding elder walked up to the platform and announced loudly, "The Dao Conference has officially begun!"

The martial arts arena suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on the stage.

A contest that is even more exciting than the sect competition is about to begin.

Unexpectedly, just as the presiding elder finished speaking, a storm suddenly arose over the martial arts arena.

The originally clear sky was covered by dark clouds without anyone noticing.

A tremendous and immense pressure came down like the sky, causing everyone present to feel their hearts choke and their spiritual energy flow to become sluggish!

"what happened?"

"This pressure... is so strong!"

The disciples all looked up, their faces filled with fear.

The faces of the elders from various sects suddenly changed, and they all released spiritual power shields to protect their disciples.

Ye Chuhan frowned and looked up at the sky: "This aura... doesn't seem to belong to any sect."

Mu Yaoyao clenched her fists, cold sweat breaking out on her palms.

This pressure was more terrifying than any powerful person she had ever seen. It was as if the power of heaven and earth had descended, making it impossible for people to even think of resisting.

Chu Huai and Jian Yue also stopped chatting and laughing, looking at the horizon with serious expressions.

At this moment, a golden light broke through the dark clouds, and a huge ship carved entirely from white jade slowly sailed out!

The hull was engraved with intricate runes, and several monks in golden robes stood on the bow, with an ethereal aura, as if they were not of this world!

The giant ship cut through the clouds and hovered above the training ground, casting a shadow that covered half of the field!

“People from the Holy… Holy Land?!” an elder exclaimed, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The whole audience was instantly shocked!

The Holy Land is an existence that is superior to all the sects in the lower realms.

Only disciples with extraordinary talents can be chosen to ascend.

However, people from the Holy Land rarely set foot in the lower realm, let alone appear in such a grand manner at a sect's conference.

Jin Man's face turned pale and he subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

She looked around in panic, her hands reaching for the teleportation talisman at her waist.

Why would someone from the Sanctuary come? Could they be here to capture her?

Just when she was about to crush the teleportation talisman, a plain but clear voice came from the giant white jade ship.

"We are here under the order of the Holy Land to observe the discussion of Cang Ziang of the Qingcheng Yufa Sect."

Jin Man was stunned for a moment, her heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly dropped, and her back was soaked with cold sweat.

She looked up at the giant ship, her eyes full of surprise.

Aren't you here to see her?

Mingchuan looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

What the hell, just come here to watch him talk about the Tao?

Has he become so popular these days?

Su Hongzhen's face darkened.

He looked at the huge ship, his fists clenched quietly in his sleeves.

In the past, whenever a sect had a disciple with outstanding talent, nine out of ten times they would be taken away by the Holy Land in the name of "cultivation" and would never be heard from again.

This is also one of the reasons why their sects have found it difficult to truly rise over the years.

Now they have their sights on Cang Ziang...

"The Immortal from the Holy Land has arrived, and our Qingcheng Yufa Sect is honored."

Su Hongzhen suppressed his displeasure and bowed to the giant ship. "It's just that the Dao Conference is an internal matter of our small sect. How dare I trouble the Immortal..."

"That's all right," the man on the boat interrupted him, his tone filled with unquestionable authority. "We'll only watch the battle, not intervene. Open the door."

Su Hongzhen gritted his teeth and finally waved to his disciples: "Activate the mountain protection formation, please enter."

The light curtain of the mountain protection formation slowly opened, and the giant white jade ship turned into a stream of light and landed steadily on the high platform at the front of the martial arts field.

Several golden-robed monks got off the boat, led by a handsome young man.

He swept his eyes across the room, finally landing on Mingchuan. He nodded slightly as a greeting.

They sat down without any hesitation next to the main seat, only a few feet away from Mingchuan.

The faint pressure emanating from his body made the surrounding monks subconsciously hold their breath.

Mingchuan couldn't help but cover his face.

what the hell?

It’s bad enough that there are people from this sect, but now even people from the Holy Land have come.

Are they really treating him like a monkey?!

"Are you going to slice me up and study me?" Mingchuan complained in his heart.

He secretly glanced at the golden-robed monks.

They seemed to be resting with their eyes closed, but Mingchuan could feel that there were several obscure spiritual senses always falling on him, looking him up from head to toe.

The Fallen Dragon gloated within him, "Oh, geniuses have a lot of troubles. How does it feel to be watched by everyone? We won't be here for long before we're taken away by the Sanctuary. How exciting!"

Mingchuan wanted to punch him hard to make him shut up.

When Ye Chuhan, who was standing next to him, saw this scene, his face almost fell.

"Oh my god, what should we do if Mingchuan is taken away?"

Sect Leader Ye didn't respond, but just rolled his eyes again.

Ye Chuhan immediately shut his mouth.

Just when everyone was harboring ulterior motives, the young man in the golden robe who was leading the group suddenly opened his eyes and gave Mingchuan a meaningful smile.

"Fellow Daoist Cang, I have long heard of your great name. Today, let us witness your elegance."

Shit… what kind of style is he supposed to be showing? With this scene so terrifying, how could he be so stylish?

Mingchuan couldn't help but complain crazily in his heart, but on the surface he put on a fake smile, nodded casually, and said nothing.

Now he just wanted to quickly end this discussion conference that was surrounded by so many people.

If he continued to be stared at like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist and beat up all these onlookers!

However, Su Hongzhen had been observing this direction vigilantly, fearing that they would poach people along the way.

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena became increasingly weird.

People from various sects no longer dared to talk casually, and even their breathing became lighter. Everyone's eyes were moving back and forth between Mingchuan and the monks from the Holy Land.

What was originally a discussion conference for the sects in the lower realm to exchange ideas was completely changed because of the sudden arrival of the Holy Land!

"Cough cough cough..." The presiding elder on the stage coughed lightly a few times to draw everyone's attention back.

"Then let's continue now!"