After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Monster clan.

Inside the secret room, the light was dim and the silence was hushed. A blind old man sat cross-legged on the ground, his figure blurred in the dim light. In his hands, he clutched a snow-white skull, a relic of a mysterious and ancient creature. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered something, but the specific words were indistinct.

"High Priest, does the captured girl really have the secret that can allow the demon race to unify the continent?" A handsome man in gorgeous clothes suddenly broke into the secret room and asked the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Decades ago, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. I deduced that a variable that did not belong to this world would be born into the human race. She was the reincarnation of the Immortal Realm, and she must have the method to become an immortal."

"Now the reincarnated person has been found by our clan. Strangely, her fate seems to have changed. Her future is so chaotic that even I can't see it clearly." The old man narrated slowly.

"Then does the high priest have a way to obtain the method of becoming an immortal from this girl?" The Demon King Ye Lan asked the high priest anxiously.

"My emperor, please be patient. I do have a way." The high priest said slowly.

"High Priest, tell me quickly. If this method works, you will be the greatest hero of the demon race throughout history!" Ye Lan directly painted a big pie for the high priest.

"Destroy his Dao heart, force his growth, control his mind, and use it for my own purposes!!!"

“I heard that the four holy places are holding a holy place competition now. We can…” The high priest presented his plan.

"Hehehe." The two people in the secret room looked at each other and laughed.

……

Qingluan Holy Land.

The Holy Land Competition is still ongoing.

"The second round of the Holy Land Competition begins now. Please ask the winners to come and draw lots again. The rules are the same as before." The elder who managed the wooden sticks shouted again.

Lin Chuan looked at the wooden stick in his hand and saw a big number "17" written on it.

"Oh, when will I be lucky enough to get a bye?" Lin Chuan sighed secretly.

"Young Master, do you think it's troublesome to go on stage to compete?" Seeing that Lin Chuan seemed a little lost, a trace of heartache flashed in Lin Wanxi's eyes.

"Ding Jia, go find someone else who drew wooden stick number 17, secretly drag him out and bury him alive. Remember not to leave any trace." Lin Wanxi secretly ordered into the void.

"Yes!" A response came from the void, and then there was silence again.

At this moment, a disciple from the holy land who was holding the wooden stick No. 17 was imagining who would fight against him, when he suddenly felt that he was surrounded by people on all sides.

"Hey guys, there are plenty of empty seats next to this one. Can you please not be so close together..."

"Do it!"

Before the disciple could finish his words, he felt dizzy, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

"Listen to the young lady and take him to the suburbs and bury him alive!"

This group of people seemed to have received professional training, and their movements were done in one go. Because the front desk was still playing a game, no one even noticed what was happening here.

"Contestant who drew number 17, please come on stage and compete!"

Lin Chuan stood on the ring, but found that his opponent seemed not to come.

"Contestant who drew number 17, please come on stage and compete!"

"Contestant who drew number 17, please come on stage and compete!"

"Contestant who drew number 17, please come on stage and compete!"

The elder called out three times, but still no one came up to the stage.

"Winner No. 17, Lin Chuan!"

Seeing that no one came up, the elder had no choice but to declare Lin Chuan the winner.

"I actually won like this?" Lin Chuan looked incredulous.

"Yeah, young master is so awesome, he scared his opponents so much that they don't dare to participate in the competition." Lin Wanxi ran over and took Lin Chuan's arm, smiling with her hands covering her mouth.

"Ahem, it's just luck." Lin Chuan looked embarrassed.

In the following competitions, Lin Chuan seemed to have cheated all the way to the finals. Every time it was his turn to go on the ring, except for meeting Bai Zhi once again in the middle and Bai Zhi directly surrendered, his opponents always disappeared, which made Lin Chuan puzzled.

The disciples who were watching the game also said that there was an inside story!

Of course, what shocked the spectators the most was that Zhao Gang, the Holy Son of the Xuanwu Sacred Land, always got a bye! This was even more surprising than Lin Chuan's opponent not even getting on stage.

One of them was from the Qingluan Holy Land, and the other was from the Xuanwu Holy Land. Thinking back to the rumors about the Holy Lords of the Qingluan Holy Land and the Xuanwu Holy Land, everyone felt that the rumors seemed somewhat credible.

However, Li Jun and Long Zhantian on the judges' podium were smiling happily. They did not expect that their good brothers' disciples could enter the finals.

Looking at Li Jun and Long Zhantian laughing so happily, the other two holy land saints looked at each other. Of course, they had also heard some rumors. At first they scoffed at them, but now it seems that there is some credibility.

But no matter what, the finalists, aside from the Saintess of the White Cloud Holy Land who surrendered to Lin Chuan, happened to be disciples from the other three holy lands. Naturally, no one from the four holy lands had any objections.

"There are three finalists in this round: Lin Chuan from the Azure Luan Holy Land, Zhao Gang from the Black Tortoise Holy Land, and Di Lin from the Canglong Holy Land. Please come up and draw lots. The rules remain the same, two-on-two matches, with one person receiving a bye."

The three of them went on stage to draw lots.

The result was as expected, Lin Chuan faced Di Lin, and Zhao Gang was given a bye.

"Give the contestants one stick of incense to regulate their breathing. After one stick of incense, they will enter the arena!"

"Yes!" the three responded.

Lin Chuan returned to his seat and began to ponder how he could win. He had watched several of Di Lin's matches and found him truly fierce and impeccable. If he were to let his guard down, he would surely fall to his hand. His biggest advantage over him was that he hadn't made many moves, so Di Lin didn't know his hidden cards.

"Chuan'er, are you worried about the competition?" Xu Hanyi looked at Lin Chuan with a frown, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why don't we go find the Holy Lord of the Canglong Holy Land and ask him to give us some face so that Chuan'er can win." Xu Hanyi was thinking about the feasibility of this method.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when Chuan'er is defeated, otherwise Chuan'er will be unhappy when he finds out." Xu Hanyi finally decided to wait and see.

"Ding Jia, you know what to do." Lin Wanxi said softly to the void.

"Yes." Another response came from the void.

The demons were extremely good at hiding their bodies. Apart from Lin Wanxi, Jun Moyue was the only one who knew about the whole thing from beginning to end. However, he didn't say anything. After all, that guy had earned him 50 spirit stones. Although it wasn't a lot, he was in a good mood after all.

After a stick of incense.

"Lin Chuan of the Azure Luan Holy Land versus Di Lin of the Canglong Holy Land. Please step onto the stage!"

Lin Chuan arrived at the ring and found that the other side was still empty. He couldn't help but feel confused. What happened to his opponents? Why didn't any of them come on stage?

Disciples in the audience: "This match is rigged! Blatantly rigged! Damn, one player has no opponent on stage, and the other keeps getting byes until the finals. This is clearly a show, isn't it? Why don't you just start fighting right from the start? Why even draw lots?"

On the judges' table.

Yan Jin, the Holy Lord of the Canglong Holy Land, looked at Li Jun and Long Zhantian with a gloomy face and said, "I think it's boring for you two to do this. Are you two the only two Holy Lands participating in the Holy Land Competition?"

"No, what do you mean? Do you suspect that we have inside information?" Li Jun said angrily.

"Whether there's any inside information or not, you two bastards know it all. Quickly release the Holy Son of our Holy Land!"

"Hey, no, what do you mean, what's the matter with the dog man? Explain yourself clearly!"

"Do I need to explain it clearly? Go ask my disciples, who doesn't know about you, Li Jun, and Long Zhantian?"

Now it was Li Jun's turn to be confused. He quickly found a disciple to ask, but the disciple hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to say anything.

"Don't be afraid, tell me everything you know and I can let you enter Qingluan Peak!" Li Jun tempted.

"If we go to Qingluan Peak, wouldn't that mean we will have the same status as a direct disciple?" The disciple was overjoyed and quickly told everything he knew. He also handed over the book "The Story Between Li Jun and Long Zhantian That Must Be Told" from the library.

Li Jun was furious on the spot and quickly looked at the author's name, only to see the three big words "Anonymous" written there. He immediately felt even angrier.

"You, from now on, will work at the Qingluan Peak Library. Your duty is to catch the Nameless One!" Li Jun instructed the disciple.

"Yes!"

After handling the matter, Li Jun quickly made his position clear, swearing to the heavens that he had absolutely nothing to do with Lin Chuan's opponent not seeing him. Long Zhantian, who had eaten the melon and ended up eating it himself, also quickly swore that Zhao Gang's bye was not a py transaction.

The Holy Lord of Canglong Holy Land gave up. Their realm was there. After all, no one would swear by the way of heaven for such trivial matters.

But where did the Holy Son of their holy land go?