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The Blazing Sun Sect, the Crimson Sun Palace.

Master Xuan Yang held the purple-gold-trimmed, spiritually vibrant invitation in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white. He read it word by word, especially the words "Appreciate the Daoist Charm of the Source Pearl," which seemed to weigh a ton. The Shadow Guard disciple who delivered the invitation stood below with his hands at his sides, expressionless.

"Sect Leader Shen...you're really in high spirits." Master Xuan Yang finally spoke after a long while, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "Go back and tell Sect Leader Shen that I...will definitely bother you then."

The Shadow Guard disciple bowed respectfully, turned, and left with steady steps.

After he had walked away, Master Xuan Yang slammed the invitation card onto the jade table with a loud thud. A tiny crack appeared in one corner of the jade table.

"This is outrageous!" an elder in crimson robes roared. "Using the Source Pearl to flaunt this is clearly a show of force!"

Master Xuan Yang closed his eyes, suppressing his anger: "A show of force? He has the power to do that now. Reply, but be polite. Just say... The Lieyang Sect congratulates Sect Leader Shen on achieving the Golden Core stage, and will definitely attend the Dharma assembly."

Tianjian Sect, Buried Sword Valley.

Jian Wuhen held the equally dazzling purple-gold invitation, his hands trembling even more violently than Han Lin's. His elder brother, Jian Wuji, was in seclusion, his sword energy disordered, clearly indicating that his mind was not at peace.

These words about "sharpening one's path" and "proving one's swordsmanship" are simply a veiled attack on the heart!

"Get lost! Tell Shen Mo that my Heavenly Sword Sect is too busy!" Jian Wuhen roared at the Shadow Guard disciple who delivered the invitation.

The Shadow Guard disciple remained expressionless, only bowing slightly: "This junior was ordered to deliver the message, and I have conveyed it. Farewell."

Watching the Shadow Guards disappear into the distance, Jian Wuhen's chest heaved violently.

The more composed Jian Wuchen sighed, "Senior brother, calm down. Shen Mo's actions are intended to unsettle me. If we don't even accept the invitation, it would seem cowardly. Perhaps... I should reply and say that the sect leader is in seclusion and I will go in his place."

Jian Wuhen slammed his fist into the stone wall, leaving a shallow dent, and finally waved his hand dejectedly: "...Go and do it. Just keep your tone neither humble nor arrogant."

The Xuan Yin Sect, a den of ten thousand poisons.

Black Fiend Ancestor clutched the invitation, glancing at the phrase "The Path of Yin and Yang may provide proof." His triangular eyes flashed with green light, and he let out a sinister laugh like an owl: "Hehehe... Shen Mo, kid, you're quite interesting. So you've got your eye on my 'Corrosive Heart Poison'?"

One of his hall masters whispered, "Ancestor, this is probably going to be a bad banquet."

"A banquet? Of course, it'll be a wonderful banquet!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend licked his lips. "Perfect timing to go see if his Source Pearl is really as miraculous as it claims! In the reply, say that I, the Old Ancestor, will definitely be there, and I'll bring him a 'grand gift'!"

Xuanbing Pavilion, Tingxue Pavilion.

The woman who received Qingyu's invitation was a cool and aloof elder. After reading it carefully, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The newly promoted Golden Core cultivator from Qingyun Sect used rather appropriate language, without abusing his power, and instead conveyed an intention to make friends.

"Reply to Qingyun Sect, Xuanbing Pavilion wishes the Dharma Assembly a complete success, and will send someone to attend the ceremony," she whispered to her disciple.

Baibaoge, branch.

Holding the invitation, Chen Hao's chubby face lit up with a wide smile upon seeing the words "Newly Acquired Spiritual Materials." He was incredibly enthusiastic towards the Shadow Guard disciple who delivered the invitation: "Oh dear! Thank you for making this trip! I'll definitely inform Sect Leader Shen when I get back, and I'll arrive early! I'll bring the best appraisers! Our Hundred Treasures Pavilion will accept as many spiritual materials as you have!"

Blackwind Town, a market for independent cultivators.

Several independent cultivators gathered around an ordinary gold-embossed invitation card, their faces flushed with excitement.

"Sect Leader Shen of the Qingyun Sect is truly magnanimous! No one is excluded from attending his ceremony!"

"A small gift too? Maybe we can even get into the secret realm? I've never seen what a secret realm looks like in my entire life!"

"Let's go together! This is an incredible opportunity!"

The news spread like wildfire among the lower-level cultivators in the Southern Region, and their favorability towards the Qingyun Sect skyrocketed.

A few days later, Su Xiao stood in the Liuyun Hall and reported to Shen Mo on the replies from all sides.

"The Blazing Sun Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect responded politely, but harbored resentment. The Profound Yin Sect's tone was strange, suggesting a possible conspiracy. Neutral forces such as the Profound Ice Pavilion responded peacefully. The Hundred Treasures Pavilion was the most enthusiastic. The response from the independent cultivators was extremely enthusiastic; it is expected that the number of people outside the mountain gate on the day of the Dharma Assembly will far exceed expectations."

After listening, Shen Mo tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his gaze deep: "Whether it's resentment or a conspiracy, as long as they come, this first step is complete. Junior Sister Xiao, security for the Dharma Assembly is of paramount importance. Both overt and covert sentries must be properly arranged."

"Especially... to guard against people not attending the banquet but wanting to do something else while the banquet is empty."

"Don't worry, Sect Leader, Su Xiao understands." Su Xiao nodded solemnly. A storm was brewing; this invitation had already sounded the prelude.

......

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the usually quiet town of Heishi has been in complete chaos these past few days.

The bluestone path leading from the town to the main road up the mountain was worn smooth and shiny from being walked on so many times.

The makeshift stalls on both sides of the road were packed tightly together, selling spirit herbs, talismans, forging weapons, and even boiling "spirit beast soup" in large pots. The shouts, bargaining, and clattering of pots and pans blended together, and the air was filled with the complex smells of various spices, herbs, metals, and sweat.

"Make way! Make way! The Baibaoge convoy has arrived!" Several employees in matching short jackets shouted loudly, struggling to push through the crowd.

Behind them, a dozen or so trucks made of "wind-blown wood" and pulled by sturdy "green horn oxen" slowly drove up.

The wheels were engraved with weight-reducing runes, allowing it to travel quite smoothly even on bumpy roads. The boxes on the cart were stacked high and covered tightly with dust-proof tarpaulins, but the precious light of the spiritual materials could still be faintly seen through the gaps.

The curtain of the lead, ornately decorated carriage was lifted, revealing Chen Hao's round, smiling face. Today, he was wearing a brand-new bright red brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist, looking like a festive wealthy man.

He jumped off the carriage, brushed off non-existent dust from his robes, squinted his eyes, and surveyed the throng of people, clicking his tongue in admiration: "Incredible! Incredible! This is even more bustling than our Hundred Treasures Pavilion's once-a-decade grand auction!"

He casually grabbed a stall owner and slipped him a small spirit coin: "Brother, can I ask you something? Which way is the shortest to get to the Qingyun Sect's main gate? Is Elder Han, who's in charge of reception, here?"

The stall owner took the spirit coins, beaming, and pointed to the path leading up the mountain: "Manager Chen, just follow this path straight ahead. At the mountain gate, you'll be greeted by a Qingyun Sect immortal master! Elder Han has been waiting for you all morning!"

"Thanks!" Chen Hao cupped his hands in thanks, then turned to the convoy and shouted, "Everyone, stay alert! Keep a close eye on the goods! This is to congratulate Master Shen!"

In stark contrast to the bustling activity at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, another group arrived quietly. Several plain white carriages, without any markings, stopped on the outskirts of the crowd.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and several women dressed in moon-white Taoist robes with a cool and aloof demeanor stepped out. The one in the lead was a middle-aged Taoist nun with a beautiful face and an indifferent expression. Her hair was neatly combed and adorned with a simple ice jade hairpin.

As soon as they got out of the car, the surrounding noise seemed to quiet down a bit, and the temperature dropped slightly.

"It's Elder Ling Shuang from the Xuanbing Pavilion!" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Elder Ling Shuang's gaze swept calmly across the bustling market, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if she disliked the noise.

She ignored all attempts to strike up a conversation, and simply led her disciples quietly along the roadside toward the mountain gate. Her steps were light, and wherever she passed, pedestrians instinctively made way for her.

"Hmph, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?" A sinister voice rang out from not far away. A group of cultivators dressed in black robes with ferocious poisonous insect patterns embroidered on their cuffs were gathered together. The leader was an old man with a pale face and sunken eyes, who was none other than "Ghost Hand," the vice leader of the Xuan Yin Sect.

They left a circle around them, and no one dared to approach. Even the vendors subconsciously moved their stalls to the other side.

Ghost Hand watched the retreating figures of the Xuanbing Pavilion members, licked his thin lips, and revealed a sinister smile: "I've heard that the female cultivators of the Xuanbing Pavilion possess the purest primordial yin, making them perfect for refining 'Xuanyin Sha'..."

A disciple beside him whispered, "Vice Sect Leader, this is Qingyun Sect territory. Be careful what you say."

Ghost Hand snorted coldly and said nothing more, but his eyes still lingered greedily on Elder Ling Shuang's back.