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Shen Mo turned around, his gaze like cold stars, sweeping over every young and solemn face.

"I have called you here today to tell you a few things, and also to remind you of some unsavory tactics you may encounter at the conference, and how to deal with them."

"First, feigning weakness and setting traps. Some people like to deliberately hide their strength, or pretend to be injured or exhausted, to lure their opponents into underestimating them or making a big bet, and then suddenly launch an attack."

"When dealing with this kind of person, don't be fooled by appearances. Always maintain sufficient vigilance and reserve of energy. Shi Tie, especially you, should rein in your temper, observe more, and think more."

Shi Tie blushed and lowered his head in agreement.

"Secondly, props and drugs. Although the use of magical artifacts and deadly poisons that exceed the standard is prohibited on the arena, some gray-area 'assistance' items are hard to guard against."

"For example, pills that can temporarily stimulate potential but have hidden side effects, paralyzing agents that are not easily detected when applied to weapons, and dust that can interfere with the perception of divine sense."

"Little Grass, make sure your 'Heart-Clearing Pill' and 'Poison-Avoiding Powder' are ready for immediate use. Others should also learn basic identification and prevention techniques."

Li Xiaocao nodded vigorously.

"Third, psychological warfare and interference. Someone might provoke you with words, distract you with illusions, or threaten you with people or things you care about (although the tournament explicitly forbids this, it's hard to say what might happen behind the scenes). Remember, once you're in the ring, you only have eyes for your opponent, and your mind is solely focused on winning or losing. Any interference is a tactic employed by your opponent."

"Qingyan, your formation has a calming effect; you can prepare it in advance. Su Xiao, you are skilled in this art, but you must also be wary of others using similar methods against us."

Zhao Qingyan and Su Xiao nodded at the same time.

"Fourth, and most importantly," Shen Mo's voice turned cold, "be wary of 'accidents' and 'mistakes.' The tournament rules strictly prohibit intentional death or maiming, but 'competition is dangerous, and accidents are inevitable.' Some people may create 'accidents' or exploit loopholes in the rules to inflict heavy damage."

"If you are clearly outmatched, or if you sense that your opponent is intent on killing you, do not hesitate to concede immediately, or jump off the ring. Survival is always the top priority. A temporary win or loss means nothing. If you lose your life, you lose everything."

These words were heavy, and all the disciples felt a chill run down their spines.

"Of course," Shen Mo's tone softened slightly, "I'm not saying this to make you timid and hesitant. Rather, I want you to understand the situation we're facing. The Central Region is not a paradise, and the Tianyuan Conference is no ordinary amusement park."

"We must fight and win, but we must fight with our brains and win with the least possible cost."

"Remember your anger, your resentment, and the frustration you felt in the Hanging Mountain and in front of the flying tower of the Beast Taming Manor."

"Then, on the arena, with your swords, your formations, your elixirs, and your fists, fight back honorably!"

"Tell everyone that the disciples of Qingyun Sect can be defeated, but they will never be intimidated! The cultivators from the Southern Region may be poor, they may be unsophisticated, but their backbone is hard!"

His words stirred the emotions of everyone present, and the solemnity in their eyes was gradually replaced by a soaring fighting spirit.

Shi Tie clenched his fists, Wang Hu's eyes were sharp, Li Xiaocao's face was tense, A Tu also put away his usual playfulness, and Zhao Qingyan and Su Xiao's gazes were calm and firm.

"Go back and rest." Shen Mo waved his hand. "Tomorrow morning, we'll leave Wanfa City and continue our journey. We're not far from Tianyuan City."

Everyone bowed and withdrew, returning to their rooms. The courtyard returned to silence, with only the ever-burning lights of Wanfa City casting dappled shadows through the windows.

Shen Mo stood alone by the window, motionless for a long time.

His mind flashed back to the "awkward" cultivators Su Xiao had mentioned during the day, to the "ancient and faint aura" that Atu had described, and to the subtle "strange feeling" he had vaguely sensed in the city—a feeling that was completely different from the evil energy of the Burial Soul Valley, yet equally unsettling.

Beneath the seemingly inclusive exterior of Wanfa City, the undercurrents appeared to be even more turbulent and complex than he had anticipated.

The waters of this eastern wilderness were deeper than he had imagined.

He exhaled softly, suppressing his distracting thoughts. No matter how much fog or hidden reefs lay ahead, the road must be walked step by step. Whether Qingyun Sect, this small boat that had just set sail, could reach the other shore amidst these turbulent waves ultimately depended on the helmsman and the sailors on board.

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of Wanfa City seemed to fade into the distance.

The next morning, before dawn, the Qingyun Sect members had already packed up and left the inn, quietly heading to the post station outside the city.

Boarding the Ink Cloud Shuttle, they ascended into the sky once more, gradually leaving behind the bustling, dreamlike, yet treacherous Wanfa City.

Inside the shuttle, the atmosphere was somewhat different from when they arrived. The curiosity and excitement of their initial entry into the Central Region had faded, replaced by a sense of calm and contemplation.

The disciples gathered in twos and threes, discussing the warnings of the previous night in hushed tones, exchanging their observations and insights.

Shen Mo sat at the control console, maneuvering the shuttle smoothly towards Tianyuan City. His divine sense, however, was like the most sophisticated radar, constantly scanning the airspace ahead and the mountains and rivers rushing past below.

Occasionally, his gaze would drift to the distant horizon, where the outline of the colossal city, said to float above the heavens in legend and symbolizing the supreme power and glory of the Eastern Wilderness, seemed to appear and disappear at the edge of the horizon.

Tianyuan City is getting closer and closer.

After leaving Wanfa City, Mo Yunshuo sailed for nearly twenty days.

For the next twenty days, Shen Mo did not stop in any major city along the way. The flying shuttle traveled day and night, only making brief stops at a few designated transit stations certified by the Sky Patrol Pavilion when its spiritual energy needed to be replenished.

The closer they got to Tianyuan City, the more orderly the air routes became, and the more magnificent and imposing the flying artifacts they encountered along the way became, but they all maintained a tacit understanding and distance from each other.

Those who appeared on this route at this time were basically participants heading to the Tianyuan Conference. Before the dust settled, no one wanted to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Along the way, they also encountered several malicious spiritual probes, one or two of which had obscure and profound auras, and were suspected to be Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, most of those divine senses quietly retreated after touching the silver patterns on the surface of the Ink Cloud Shuttle that were infused with the Qingyun Palace runes, and after vaguely sensing Shen Mo's calm yet unfathomable aura.

As they approached Tianyuan City, the rules of the Central Region seemed to be tightened even more by an invisible hand.

It was early morning on this day.

Shen Mo finished his daily meditation and opened his eyes, immediately sensing an unusually quiet atmosphere inside the shuttle. He looked out the porthole.

It should be sunrise, but the light outside the window is a strange, uniform milky white. There is no rosy dawn, no churning sea of ​​clouds, only an endless, thick, almost tangible white mist that stretches from below to the farthest reaches of sight.

The sunlight, filtering through the thick clouds, became soft and sacred, gilding this pure white world with a faint golden edge.

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