Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

On the solemn and majestic altar of the temple.

The damage assessor, like a deity, waved his whisk indifferently and said, "Go down."

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Li immediately stood up, bowed, clasped his hands in greeting, and slowly backed away from the temple.

Xiao Hongyun and Tantai Minglan remained hidden in the shadows, keeping watch for any movement outside the temple, so that they could detect danger in advance and intercept it in time, and inform their teammates inside the temple of any impending danger as soon as possible.

After Cheng Wuquan and Duan Hongsu entered the temple, they immediately guarded the temple gate, ready to assist Zhou Qingfeng in his rapid retreat. They had planned six retreat routes and temporary hiding places based on the map.

Du Yanran and Ye Tingxiu stood on either side of Zhou Qingfeng, forming a pincer movement to protect their captain in the center. Zhou Qingfeng had made thorough preparations for today's meeting.

After watching Village Chief Li leave completely, the damage assessor leaped down and landed below the altar.

He held a whisk in his arms and bowed with one hand: "The Burning Lamp Daoist Sect is here to greet you all seniors. May I ask your names, where you come from, where you are going, and why you are impersonating members of the Burning Lamp Daoist Sect?"

The damage assessor spoke rather politely, because he genuinely couldn't discern the cultivation levels of the people before him.

With his cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, he could only sense the indescribable terrifying aura emanating from these people, and the faint, leaking aura of calamity, like a world-destroying demon god slaughtering all living beings.

This feeling of facing a top predator filled him with immense fear and helplessness.

This is a feeling that real loss assessors haven't experienced in hundreds of years.

He sensed that the cultivation levels of the people in front of him were at least at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage, no, even the ninth level of the Divine Transformation stage.

No, no, no, he couldn't estimate the cultivation level of the people in front of him; he could only say they were unfathomable.

He was genuinely frightened, completely unaware of how such a few old monsters had suddenly appeared in the cultivation world.

Having no other choice, he could only reveal his name and background first, trying to find some sense of security for himself, and ask these old monsters what their purpose was in visiting Peach Blossom Village, trying his best to avoid any conflict.

Zhou Qingfeng had prepared for today's meeting well in advance, and he had even thought of his words. Now, upon hearing the inquiry from the expert in charge of damage assessment, he put his hands behind his back, let out a long sigh, and began to recite a poem to express his feelings.

"The secluded mountains are quiet and the immortal gates are closed; the years of cultivation fly by."

"The alchemy furnace burns eternally, refining golden liquid, and before I know it, I have changed the world several times."

"Gazing at the stars at dawn and chanting scriptures at night, my heart wanders with the bright moon."

"A thousand years pass in an instant, yet the world has changed drastically."

"Life is but a dream, all are but fleeting moments; I alone guard the heaven within this cave."

"Only when you break through the barrier and achieve success will you realize that ten thousand years have passed in the mortal world."

Upon hearing this poem, the damage assessor was so shocked that he staggered back, gasping, "Hiss~~~"

When the day comes that success is achieved and the barrier is broken, one will realize that ten thousand years have passed in the mortal world.

Could it be that these people have already cultivated themselves into immortals?

His beard trembled as he looked incredulously at the young men before him, unable to believe that they were immortals. Yet, upon further reflection, he found it all quite natural.

Only immortals who have been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years would appear completely ignorant.

Only the power of immortals could bring him feelings of fear and helplessness.

The person assessing the damage was both excited and scared, but also felt fortunate.

What was exciting was that they actually encountered a celestial being, a supreme opportunity that had been sought after for hundreds of years.

What's frightening is that I actually encountered a deity, who just dared to sit on the altar and act arrogantly.

Fortunately, caution saved his life; he didn't take advantage of his position or confront the other party upon meeting them.

At this moment, the True Immortal Dingsun decisively abandoned his dignity and integrity, his knees buckled, and he knelt down and kowtowed: "I, a mere Golden Core cultivator, was blind and ignorant of the immortal's birth, and failed to greet you from afar. I beg the immortal's forgiveness!"

Du Yanran and Ye Tingxiu glanced at the kneeling, bowing expert, then looked back at Zhou Qingfeng, and exclaimed inwardly, "Wow, the captain is awesome! He can just casually recite a poem and he can fool people into being crippled. He's really amazing."

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng was secretly surprised. He really didn't expect that a few lines of poetry could intimidate the Master of Damage Assessment. All the battle preparations he had made were now useless.

However, Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel sorry, because that's how he does things. He'd rather be well-prepared but never have the chance to use his skills than be caught off guard by an unexpected situation and die.

After all, being in an unfamiliar environment, facing unfamiliar cultivators and forces, one must be wary of others.

He appeared calm and collected, casually waving his hand. A crimson magical force landed at Dingsun Zhenren's knees, lifting him up to stand. This was an intentional display of his strength to intimidate Dingsun Zhenren: "No need for formalities, get up."

The moment the real person was touched by the scarlet magic, they felt an endless fear rise from their heart.

That scarlet magical power seemed to contain an extremely terrifying aura of the Three Calamities.

He felt that if he were hit, he would be struck by three calamities and die on the spot.

Then he became suspicious. How could the immortal power of a celestial being be so terrifying and evil? But he dared not ask.

Doubt, questioning, dare to? The weak have no right to ask questions or question the strong.

He could only console himself that perhaps the immortals' cultivation methods were special.

After all, they are immortals; I've never seen one before, so they're probably all like that.

Zhou Qingfeng noticed the fear on his face and calmly made a request: "Fellow Daoist Dingsun, the times have changed. Could you tell me about the current world situation and who the strongest experts in the world are today?"

The damage assessor bowed and clasped his hands, saying in an extremely obsequious manner, "It is an honor for a junior to be consulted by an immortal, a blessing that I could not have accumulated in eight lifetimes. I will certainly answer all your questions without reservation."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly, casually patted his storage bag, took out a bottle of turbid-grade Blood-Increasing and Bone-Strengthening Pills and tossed it over, smiling kindly as he said, "Consider this bottle of pills a reward for helping Fellow Daoist Dingsun clear his doubts."

The damage assessor hurriedly caught the elixir bottle, opened it, and took a sniff. He immediately felt his blood and energy increase slightly, and his face lit up with joy: "Immortal elixir! This is an immortal elixir! Thank you, immortal, for bestowing this elixir."

He felt that with this elixir to aid his cultivation, he could definitely break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

The fear I felt just moments ago instantly transformed into boundless gratitude.

Unconsciously, they had been completely subdued by Zhou Qingfeng's combination of kindness and severity.

The Master of Damage Assessment respectfully invited Zhou Qingfeng to sit on the prayer mat. Du Yanran and Ye Tingxiu remained standing to his left and right, showing no sign of letting up. Seeing this, the Master of Damage Assessment had no choice but to stand as well and begin to tell Zhou Qingfeng everything he knew.

In the eyes of these mortal cultivators who cultivate by consuming lifespan, this world is called the Three Realms Realm. As the name suggests, three is the extreme of Yang and six is ​​the extreme of Yin. They cultivate by consuming lifespan, and lifespan is an extreme of Yang, hence the name Three Realms Realm.

According to the person who performed the damage assessment.

The Three Realms Realm wasn't originally called the Three Realms Realm; its original name is now impossible to verify. However, millions of years ago, this world was filled with pure energy, and everyone cultivated immortality by absorbing this pure energy.

However, one day, for some unknown reason, a cataclysmic disaster suddenly struck, causing a major historical break.

From then on, mortals began to cultivate longevity through consuming energy. Pure energy would disappear, and turbid energy would disappear, but a person's lifespan would never suddenly disappear. As long as there were people, they could continue to cultivate.

This leads to nine levels of Body Tempering, Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, and Tribulation Transcending. After Tribulation Transcending, one becomes a Human Immortal, and above Human Immortals are Celestial Immortals.

The realm of immortals is one where every move they make can move mountains and overturn seas, possessing divine strength of 108,000 jin. Mortal objects can no longer harm them in the slightest. They are immortals, existing forever in the world.

The land of the Three Realms is divided into thirteen continents, each with a celestial land. These celestial lands are occupied by the most prestigious families and sects of the time, each with one or even several celestial immortals in charge.

Once a Celestial Immortal breaks through to the higher True Immortal Realm, they will be devoured by the Heavenly Dao in no time.

Because the Heavenly Dao of the Three Realms does not allow the existence of true immortals in this realm, and the same applies to demons, ghosts, mad gods, and evil gods. As long as they exceed the power level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, they will be mercilessly devoured by the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, every 30,000 years, thousands of demon gods from the upper realms descend upon the Three Realms.

The demons fought and antagonized each other in this realm, seemingly coming with some purpose. They regarded the creatures of this realm as resources for cultivation, slaughtering and devouring them at will, leaving devastation in their wake.

Every time a demon god from the upper realm appears, the thirteen immortal lands unite to besiege and relentlessly hunt down this group of demon gods.

These demons will only appear briefly before quickly returning to the upper realm.

At this point, the Loss Assessment Master secretly glanced at Zhou Qingfeng several times, and a bad thought surfaced in his mind. It seems that it has been 30,000 years since the last time the Demon God descended upon the Three Realms.

Could these people be demon gods from the upper realm?!

The damage assessor suddenly shuddered and quickly shook off the terrifying thought. If these people were demon gods from the upper realm, not only Peach Blossom Village and the Burning Lamp Dao Sect, but even the Thirteen Continents would suffer a cataclysmic disaster.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't care what the damage assessor was thinking.

He has already deduced a lot from the information he received from the damage assessor.

Firstly, the time flow in this breeding world is different from that in the Five Turbid World. It is probably running at ten thousand times the speed on ordinary days, and only during the promotion competition will the time flow be adjusted back to 1:1.

This speculation is not unfounded. Consider the frequency of the Sword Tower's annual Heavenly Pride Tournament and compare it with the frequency of the Upper Realm Demon God's descent to fight every 30,000 years, as mentioned by the True Man of Damage Assessment.

The speed must be 1 to 1, which is not difficult to deduce.

Secondly, this breeding world restricts the emergence of life forms comparable to the Devouring Fiend Realm. It is likely that Mother set a threshold for the level of life. As long as there are human cultivators or demons who are comparable to the Devouring Fiend Realm, they will be devoured.

There are many possibilities regarding where it went after being swallowed.

They can either nourish the world, or nourish the bones that form the foundation of the tower, or become resources for cultivation.

The creatures of the animal husbandry world, at speeds of ten thousand times the normal speed, are like white-feathered broiler chickens on an assembly line, born in large numbers, growing rapidly, and then dying, disappearing without a trace before they can even be glanced at.

Perhaps in her mother's eyes, the creatures that raised the world were just a bunch of leeks that could be harvested and then grow back, not even as good as the city dwellers raised in the Sword Tower City. After all, one was a domesticated poultry raised in captivity, and the other was a chicken that was born and died in batches on an assembly line. There was no comparison between the two.

Thirdly, there are powerful beings in this realm who can rival those who cultivate to consume calamities, and their numbers may not be small. Moreover, since we have never fought them, we do not know the specific combat strength of the Celestial Immortals who cultivate to consume longevity in this realm. For now, we will leave this question mark.

If we can find a way to cooperate with the celestial beings of the Thirteen Immortal Lands to encircle and annihilate the other participating teams, winning the championship this time might be easier. However, if I can think of using this opportunity to crush my opponents, other geniuses will also think of it.

At least the three teams led by Duanmu, Huangfu Yunzheng, and Qin Xinsu will definitely try to take advantage of the situation. If they succeed, my situation will be quite bad, and I might even be killed.

Zhou Qingfeng silently digested this crucial intelligence, quickly simulating the course of the situation in his mind based on the battlefield intelligence. Ultimately, the only way forward was to seize the opportunity to annihilate the enemy.

Taking other routes will inevitably put them at a disadvantage, and with their positions being exposed periodically, the team that gains the upper hand first will lead the celestial beings of the Thirteen Immortal Lands to hunt down the other teams.

It won't be a multi-team battle anymore; it will be a 28-day escape and survival game. How many of the hundreds of participating teams will survive is anyone's guess.

The situation is gradually becoming clearer, and a new round of competition has begun. It remains to be seen who will seize the initiative first.

Whoever seizes the initiative gains an absolute advantage.

As Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts raced, he had already planned out his next strategy. No one present disturbed his contemplation. The temple was completely quiet, and the Master of Determination stood obediently to the side, waiting for instructions.

Zhou Qingfeng snapped out of his daze, his gaze shifting to Dingsun Zhenren, his expression grave: "Fellow Daoist Dingsun, could you please introduce me to your sect leader? I have important matters to discuss with him. This matter is very important, concerning the life and death of the Three Realms."

Upon hearing this, the Determination Master immediately bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "How could I dare disobey the Immortal's command? Please allow me to inform the elders of my sect in advance, so that our Burning Lamp Daoist Sect may not be impolite when the Immortal arrives."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded and smiled, agreeing.

After receiving permission, the fortune teller clasped his hands in farewell and left the temple to contact the Burning Lamp Taoist sect.

Ye Tingxiu couldn't understand Zhou Qingfeng's actions. They were there to hunt down other teams, not to sightsee. There was no need for them to get too involved with the natives of this world. But Zhou Qingfeng insisted on making contact with them instead, which puzzled Ye Tingxiu. Wasn't this putting the cart before the horse and neglecting the important thing?

However, he trusts Zhou Qingfeng as much as he trusts himself, and he has no doubts about Zhou Qingfeng's decision. At most, he may not understand it, but he will choose to support him unconditionally.

He was filled with doubt, but his expression remained expressionless. This was a good habit that his master, Night Owl, had instilled in him: to keep his emotions hidden. He would only reveal his true self to people he trusted.

Du Yanran, Duan Hongsu, and Cheng Wuquan, who were present, also had no idea what Zhou Qingfeng was doing. They were all very puzzled, but since Zhou Qingfeng was the captain, they had to keep their questions to themselves for the time being.

After the damage assessment master contacted the sect, he quickly returned, clasped his hands in a salute, and said: "Esteemed immortals, I have already contacted the sect. The sect leader warmly welcomes you all to visit the Burning Lamp Dao Sect."

Zhou Qingfeng stood up and smiled slightly: "Then please have the Damage Assessment Master lead the way."