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At this moment, the crowd stirred again. A group of cultivators dressed in the crimson robes of the Blazing Sun Sect escorted an elder with a solemn and imposing appearance as they strode in.

They all stood tall and proud, exuding an air of arrogance born of long-held superiority. But upon closer inspection, one could discern a barely concealed melancholy and tension beneath that arrogance. This was none other than Huo Yun Dao Ren, the Enforcement Elder of the Lieyang Sect.

Almost simultaneously, the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect arrived on the other side. There weren't many of them, but each of them carried a sword, exuding a chilling aura.

Leading the group was Jian Wuhen, whose face was pale; his brother Jian Wuji was not present. Jian Wuhen's eyes swept over the imposing gate of Qingyun Mountain, his lips twitched slightly, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword hilt gleamed.

The moment these two groups appeared, the previously noisy mountain path became much quieter. Many independent cultivators and cultivators from small sects fell silent, instinctively shrinking back, their eyes filled with awe and a hint of anticipation.

Who doesn't know that these two families suffered a great loss at the hands of the Qingyun Sect in the Wanfayuan?

"Hey, Elder Huoyun, Elder Jian Wuhen, how have you been?" Chen Hao greeted them with a grin, seemingly oblivious to their unpleasant expressions. "You two don't look too well... uh, you must have had a long journey!"

Huoyun Daoist snorted coldly and ignored him. Jian Wuhen didn't even lift an eyelid and led his men forward.

Chen Hao didn't mind, chuckled, and went to greet other acquaintances.

The area around the mountain gate was bustling with activity.

Beneath the enormous archway engraved with the three gilded characters "Qingyun Sect," Han Lin, dressed in a brand-new dark blue elder's robe, his face beaming, led dozens of clever outer disciples. They had set up over a dozen long tables, busily registering visitor information and issuing temporary access tokens.

His voice was loud and clear, and he kept bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Oh dear, Sect Leader Zhang, what an honor to have you here! We are so sorry for not welcoming you sooner! Please come in, please come in. A guest room has already been prepared!"

"Fellow Daoist Li! It's been many years, and you still look as dashing as ever! Please register here, and a disciple will guide you shortly!"

"Madam Wang, the arrival of your 'Spirit Butterfly Valley' fairies has greatly enhanced the beauty of our mountain!"

Su Xiao led a team of elite Shadow Guard disciples, scattered at key locations inside and outside the mountain gate. Today, she was not wearing her usual tight-fitting clothes, but instead a neat Qingyun Sect standard robe, her hair styled in a high bun, making her look capable and elegant.

Her gaze was calm, seemingly casually sweeping over the surging crowd, but in reality she took in the representatives of various forces, the rogue cultivators with shifty eyes, and any possible suspicious signs.

From time to time, Shadow Guard disciples would approach silently, whisper a few words, and then quickly disappear into the crowd.

"Senior Sister Su," a disciple whispered, "the people from the Xuan Yin Sect seemed to have said something inappropriate to the people from the Xuan Bing Pavilion just now."

"Keep an eye on them, especially Ghost Hand. Don't let him cause trouble before the ceremony." Su Xiao's voice was calm, but carried an undeniable authority.

"yes!"

On the plaza inside the mountain gate, Shi Tie, shirtless and revealing his muscular, bronze-colored upper body, carried his iconic giant axe and led a group of warrior disciples on patrol.

They weren't wearing formal armor, only leather armor for easy movement, but each of them had fierce eyes and a calm demeanor; just standing there, they exuded a menacing aura.

"Get your guard up, all of you!" Shi Tie roared at his men in a booming voice, "Keep your eyes peeled! Anyone who dares to cause trouble on our Qingyun Sect's territory, no matter what sect or religion they belong to, take them down first!"

"Yes, Elder!" The disciples of the Battle Hall responded in unison, their voices echoing throughout the surrounding area and attracting the attention of many guests.

A young man dressed in fine clothes, who looked like a prince from some small country, was accompanied by several guards. He looked around curiously and almost bumped into Shi Tie.

"Ouch!" The prince was startled.

Shi Tie glared at him: "Kid, watch where you're going! There are a lot of people around here now, don't wander off!"

The guards behind the prince were about to lash out when the prince quickly pulled them back. He had heard of Elder Shi's reputation and hurriedly smiled apologetically, "Elder Shi, please forgive me, please forgive me. I'm new to this place and find it quite novel."

Shi Tie snorted and waved his hand dismissively: "Go register over there! Don't block the way!"

Just then, Wang Ergou ran over, covered in sweat: "Master! Manager Chen from Baibaoge has brought many cartloads of things, saying they are congratulatory gifts. What should we do?"

Shi Tie scratched his head: "How would I know about this? Go find Elder Han! Or at the very least, go find Senior Sister Su! Don't bother me!"

Wang Ergou responded and then ran off happily.

Among the crowd, the independent cultivators were the most excited. They were mostly in groups of three or five, dressed in all sorts of clothes, and their cultivation levels varied, but their faces were filled with excitement and curiosity.

"Look! That's the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate! It's truly magnificent!"

"I heard that Shen Zhenren, having just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, could already contend with a Golden Core cultivator. Now that he has formed a Golden Core, how formidable is that?"

"If only I could be lucky enough to be noticed by one of the elders and taken as a disciple..."

"Stop dreaming! We'll be lucky to even get a glimpse inside and receive a small reward!"

An old, weathered cultivator carefully pulled out the gold-embossed invitation from his robes, turning it over and over, muttering, "Qingyun Sect... Master Shen... so benevolent! Unlike those big sects, who are arrogant and haughty."

Various sounds, scents, and thoughts converged, collided, and fermented at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. The air itself seemed to thicken.

Han Lin's welcoming smile, Su Xiao's calm scrutiny, Shi Tie's martial prowess, Chen Hao's shrewdness, Ling Shuang's aloofness, Huo Yun and Jian Wuhen's forbearance and gloom, Gui Shou's greed and cunning, and the aspirations and clamor of countless rogue cultivators... together they form a picture of an impending storm and turbulent undercurrents.

The Dharma assembly has not yet begun, but the diverse expressions of the people in front of the mountain gate have already set the stage for this grand spectacle.

......

As the sun rises in the east, countless golden rays pierce through the sea of ​​clouds, illuminating the main peak of Qingyun Mountain like a fairyland.

The huge square in front of Liuyun Hall was already packed with people. The white jade ground was so shiny it reflected the light, and banners fluttered all around, with the Qingyun Gate flags embroidered with flowing cloud patterns rustling in the morning breeze.

A high platform was erected in front of the square, with seats for the host and guests. Below the platform, the various factions sat in their respective areas according to their status and relationships, clearly divided into distinct sections.

The front row consisted of representatives from various sects: Huo Yun Daoren of the Lieyang Sect had a solemn expression, Jian Wuhen of the Tianjian Sect had a gloomy look in his eyes, Elder Ling Shuang of the Xuanbing Pavilion had an indifferent expression, Ghost Hand of the Xuanyin Sect had a sly smile on his lips, and Chen Hao of the Baibao Pavilion was all smiles, occasionally whispering to the person next to him.

Behind them were the leaders and elders of the prominent small and medium-sized sects in the Southern Region, all sitting upright and solemnly. Further back was a densely packed area of ​​independent cultivators, bustling with people and filled with whispers like a tidal wave.

Around the plaza, Qingyun Sect disciples, dressed in uniform cyan outfits, stood solemnly with their hands on their swords, their eyes sharp and their aura steady, silently demonstrating the sect's discipline and strength.

Shi Tie, holding an axe, stood like an iron tower in a corner of the stage, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes scanning the entire audience, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

Su Xiao, dressed in an elegant dress, stood quietly in the shadows beside the stage, her gaze calm as still water, yet she took in every subtle movement below the stage.

Han Lin, serving as the master of ceremonies, was dressed in a deep purple elder's robe today, making him appear even more solemn. He walked to the front of the stage, channeled his spiritual energy, and his clear, resonant voice echoed throughout the hall:

"The auspicious time has arrived! The Qingyun Dharma Assembly begins—"

The bell tolled nine times, its melodious and solemn tone silencing all other noises. All eyes instantly focused on the main seat on the high platform.

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