I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

Although he was extremely angry, the black centipede had followed him for many years and was loyal to him. He had no choice but to accept the misfortune. Although he cursed it, he did not really kill it.

The Third Elder narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said in a deep voice, "Master, this matter cannot be underestimated. Although Ye Xinghe is usually not well-known and is known as the useless Peak Master, his actions this time show his ruthlessness and decisiveness. He must have someone behind him."

"Besides, Tongtian Peak has a deep foundation. If he manages to make a comeback through this competition, he will become a serious threat to our Sima family in the future."

You must know that in recent years the Sima family has become the only dominant family, and they have already planned to extend their tentacles to other sects and schools.

Sima Hongyuan snorted coldly: "A serious threat? I want to see how capable he is! Lu Qianqiu, this matter started because of you, you tell me."

Lu Qianqiu bit his lower lip with resentment on his face. He stepped forward and said, "Dad, Ximen Feixue is a coward, and the Ximen family has long been in decline. It was only natural for me to break off the engagement, but who would have thought that Ye Xinghe would interfere? He must be using this to suppress my Sima family and establish his own authority. We cannot swallow this!"

Sima Hongyuan frowned, thought for a moment, and then said, "Then what do you think we should do?"

Lu Qianqiu's eyes flashed with viciousness. "Dad, the competition in ten days is crucial. We can't just sit back and watch Tongtian Peak rise. Why not secretly bribe the other peak masters and have them join forces to suppress Tongtian Peak during the competition? Then send some experts to sneak into Tongtian Peak and destroy their spiritual fields and hidden power pavilions under cover of night, cutting off their cultivation resources. This will leave them unable to fend for themselves. Without anything to rely on, what can Ye Xinghe bring to the competition?"

"No!" The Second Elder objected immediately. "This is too risky. The rules of the Holy Land are strict. If we are caught, our Sima family will be severely punished and become a laughing stock. Besides, Tongtian Peak is not completely defenseless. If we rashly send people in and lose manpower, the loss will outweigh the gain."

Lu Qianqiu's words were directly refuted.

Sima Hongyuan also shook his head: "Second Elder is absolutely right. Such despicable means must not be used. But Qianqiu's first half of the sentence did remind me."

"Although we cannot openly interfere in the competition, we can go in the name of our Sima family. I think those peak masters will definitely give our Sima family some face."

At that time, they will find an opportunity to fight on stage in the name of competition, which is better than doing it secretly.

When Sima Hongyuan put forward this idea, everyone nodded in agreement.

On Tongtian Peak, the night is as dark as ink.

Tomorrow is the ten-day deadline. The tense atmosphere of the sect competition is like an invisible net, covering the entire mountain tightly.

The disciples from other peaks were all nervously rubbing their hands in anticipation, not only to defeat Zhao Changsheng tomorrow, but also to let the people from other peaks know their strength.

Ye Xinghe was dressed in a black robe, standing in the center of the courtyard with his hands behind his back. In front of him were the artifact forging drawings and a thousand high-quality spirit crystals rewarded by the system, shining brightly.

Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue stood on both sides, their eyes full of anticipation.

This competition concerns the honor and disgrace of Tongtian Peak, and more importantly, it involves the reputation of the master. Although Zhao Changsheng has greatly increased his strength through hard training, he still lacks a suitable weapon.

And in the evening, the master said that he would make him some magical weapons. How could he not be looking forward to it?

Ye Xinghe took a deep breath, raised his hand and waved it, and the top-grade spirit crystals flew into the air, hanging in the air and arranged in an orderly manner under the pull of spiritual power.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, and injected a series of mysterious spells into the spirit crystal group. In an instant, the spirit crystals shone brightly, and the dazzling light turned into thick liquid spiritual power, which slowly flowed and gathered to form a spiritual power vortex.

Then Ye Xinghe took out the artifact forging blueprint and threw it lightly into the vortex of spiritual power. The blueprint instantly ignited, turning into a dazzling golden light and merging into the spiritual power.

The vortex shook violently, the light changed unpredictably, and a faint metallic humming sound could be heard, as if the prototype of a magical weapon was being nurtured within it.

Ye Xinghe controlled his spiritual power and repeatedly refined the spiritual liquid.

With such ability, even a blacksmith would sweat profusely, after all, he was facing materials that were definitely not something that could be forged normally.

But Ye Xinghe didn't even breathe, which showed that he had profound skills.

Zhao Changsheng felt more and more that his master's strength was definitely above the Mahayana level!

As time passed, the spiritual liquid gradually solidified, and a long sword slowly emerged, with a cold and sharp blade.

"Om--" The moment the long sword took shape, a clear and long sword sound was emitted, and then a rosy glow shot up into the sky, illuminating Tongtian Peak brightly.

The rosy glow was like a rainbow, piercing through the clouds, attracting the attention of the disciples from other peaks of the holy land, who all looked up with astonishment on their faces.

"Master, this... this divine weapon is so powerful!"

Zhao Changsheng's eyes widened, his face filled with shock, his words stuttering slightly due to excitement.

Ximen Feixue's face was also filled with ecstasy, and he clenched his fists tightly: "With the help of this magical weapon, Brother will definitely sweep the competition tomorrow and spread the reputation of Tongtian Peak!"

Ye Xinghe raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, and swung it lightly. The sword rang again, and the sword energy was rampant, cutting off several branches as thick as his arms, and the cuts were flat and smooth.

He showed a look of relief as he handed the sword to Zhao Changsheng. "Changsheng, this sword will accompany you in the competition. I hope you can unleash its maximum power. Your master and Feixue will cheer you on. Give it your all!"

Zhao Changsheng took it solemnly with both hands, and felt the warmth of the sword. The spiritual power flowed into his body through his palms like a living thing. The meridians in his body were instantly widened, and the circulation of spiritual power became smoother.

His eyes welled up as he knelt on one knee: "Thank you, Master! I will live up to your expectations and wield this sword to slay all powerful enemies and win the competition!"

Ximen Feixue bowed and said, "Brother, keep going! Tomorrow you will shine brightly on the stage, and I will be watching you from the audience with all my strength. One day, when I am strong enough, I will be able to bring honor to Master and Tongtian Peak!"

Ye Xinghe patted Zhao Changsheng on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, just do your best."

In short, he was not worried at all.

After saying that, Ye Xinghe took the two of them back to the house to rest.

The candlelight flickered in the room. Zhao Changsheng hugged his sword tightly, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding the spiritual power in his body and the spiritual power of the sword to fit together, making final preparations for tomorrow's battle.

The next day, just after dawn, the venue of the Holy Land Sect Competition was already bustling with people.

Colorful flags fluttered around the venue, and stands were built layer by layer according to the terrain. Disciples from each peak wore uniform clothing and occupied a clearly defined area.

As soon as Ye Xinghe led Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue into the venue, the surroundings suddenly became quiet for a moment and then whispers were heard one after another.

Before they could gain a firm foothold, several peak masters gathered around them, looking extremely arrogant, like winners.

The Spirit Sword Peak Master folded his arms across his chest, his chin held high as he glared at Ye Xinghe. He spoke first in a sarcastic tone, "Ye Xinghe! You really have the nerve to come here? I didn't expect you to bring two people with you. Although they made a bit of a splash a few days ago, what use can they have in this grand sect competition?"