Chapter 925 - The Eight Major Sects
Chapter 925: The Eight Major Sects
Objectively speaking, Ling Feng did not want Mo Wen to go looking for the Blood Evil Temple and make them their first opponent. After all, the Blood Evil Temple’s ability was very powerful. Because of the existence of Yang Zonglin, they could even be ranked among the top three. With Mo Wen directly challenging the Blood Evil Temple it would very likely cause them to, once again, be crushed at the hands of the Blood Evil Temple.
After all, Yang Zonglin alone could compare with five people from other sects. He was a terrifying force to be reckoned with.
If Mo Wen chose other sects, they might be able to battle against some and win, causing the Dafang Sect to also be ranked among the top eight most powerful sects. But if they chose the Blood Evil Temple their chances were rather slim. In the end, it could even be a futile attempt.
Of course, Ling Feng also knew that the Blood Evil Temple had gone too far and was finding fault with the Dafang Sect at every turn. Everyone had been taking this to heart and it inevitably caused them to be like fire and water with the Blood Evil Temple. Although he analyzed the situation rationally, their choice still rested with Mo Wen.
“It is only the Blood Evil Temple. I am curious to know just how powerful an opponent, who has been an Infinite Powerhouse for more than two hundred years, actually is.”
Mo Wen spoke plainly. Since he had already made his choice, he would not easily change his mind. Moreover, he was confident he had made the right decision. He did not know how powerful he was right now, but ordinary ancient martial arts practitioners, even Infinite Powerhouses, could not compare to him. A person like Yang Zonglin who had yet to break through to become immortal and had been an Infinite Powerhouse for a rather long time would naturally be a perfect grindstone for Mo Wen.
An ancient martial arts practitioner that had been an Infinite Powerhouse for more than two hundred years, and an Infinite Powerhouse that had lived for more than two hundred years, were two entirely different things.
An Infinite Powerhouse that had lived for more than two hundred years might have only broken through after he was two hundred years old. He might have only been an Infinite Powerhouse for a few years and have a superficial understanding of this realm.
But Yang Zonglin had broken through to the Infinite Powerhouse realm before he reached a hundred years old. He was considered a genius among geniuses. In the two hundred years that came after, he had spent almost all his time in the Infinite Powerhouse realm. Although he still had not broken through and become immortal, after being an Infinite Powerhouse for so long, one could imagine how deep his cultivation had become and how powerful his ability was.
“Since the sect leader has made his choice, we naturally have no objections.” Ling Feng sighed. Although he knew that it was not appropriate to do so, he did not say any more. After all, the Dafang Sect was Mo Wen’s Dafang Sect. Although Ling Feng was a custodian, it was only because he had received the blessing of Mo Wen. He was only repaying Mo Wen’s kindness in the Dafang Sect. Naturally, it was as whatever Mo Wen said. He would not object without good reason.
Even though Mo Wen was an unparalleled genius, he was after all too young. His unbendable personality was not suitable for surviving in the ancient martial arts world. Ling Feng knew that Mo Wen’s decision had been inspired by Lord Merciless. It was understandable that Mo Wen would make such a decision when he was all fired up.
“Sect Leader, the battles between the sects are five-person contests. Do you have suitable candidates in mind?” Wang Yinru asked.
The Dafang Sect was, on the whole, very powerful. However, it paled into insignificance when compared to sects from the Peng Lai Mystery Dimension. The Dafang Sect did not have many capable disciples who could join the battle. To be honest, they might not even find five people.
After all, ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters would most likely be insufficient when participating in such contests. Also, including Mo Wen and Gu Jingman, the Dafang Sect only had four people with cultivation at the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm and above. Could they send a mere Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner as a fifth candidate? Wang Yinru felt somewhat ashamed just thinking about it.
The Dafang Sect and the Ming Palace ancient martial arts practitioners glanced at each other and all felt somewhat ashamed. No one in the sect could be of use in a situation like this.
“Everyone, please don’t be worried. It is sufficient for my elder sister and me to be the candidates. The Huatian Palace has not set a rule that we have to provide exactly five people.” Mo Wen said plainly.
Compared with the Peng Lai Mystery Dimension sects, the Dafang Sect indeed did not have enough candidates. Even Tan Qiyue was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Peng Lai Mystery Dimension ancient martial arts practitioners. He may even be inferior to some of the youth geniuses.
“What?” Wang Yinru looked at Mo Wen in astonishment. Sending only Mo Wen and Gu Jingman? Had Mo Wen gone mad? The Blood Evil Temple was very powerful. Mo Wen wanted to rely on him and Gu Jingman alone to deal with their opponents.
Although the Dafang Sect’s ability was beyond question, they did not have enough experts and they did not need to give up the undertaking for fear of risk and simply send the two of them alone. In the eyes of other sects, this was not ego or pride, but foolishness and arrogance.
“Sect leader, you mustn’t do this. Although my cultivation is weak, I am willing to render my services. I might not be an opponent for Yang Zonglin, but I can still put up a fight for anyone else in the Blood Evil Temple.”
Ling Feng had not imagined that Mo Wen would make such a decision. Wasn’t he too… he also did not know what to say. Although they initially had no hope of defeating the Blood Evil Temple, since they chose to take action, they had to give it their all. Wasn’t doing so merely fooling around?
Tan Qiyue was about to speak up, but he swallowed his words. In the Dafang Sect, aside from Mo Wen, Gu Jingman and Ling Feng, he was the fourth expert they had. But he was aware that the difference between him and the three of them was not insignificant. Even Ling Feng was not an ordinary third realm Martial Arts Grandmaster, but an Infinite Powerhouse. If the Blood Evil Temple didn’t thwart their plan, the Dafang Sect would most likely be able to pass the selection with Ling Feng alone, and could even get a good ranking.
However, Ling Feng was no match for the Blood Evil Temple’s Yang Zonglin. So who was Tan Qiyue to argue?
“Custodian Ling, I have complete confidence in our success, you do not need to worry. Also, whilst you were recovering from your injuries you were injured again while participating in the Sect Tournament. This time, let my elder sister and I handle this. You do not need to act.” Mo Wen said softly.
How could he not tell that Ling Feng’s previous wounds had yet to heal and that his ability was greatly affected? Ling Feng had already been injured in the contest with the Blood Evil Temple. If he fought them again, his situation would not be very optimistic.
Moreover, Mo Wen was confident that even alone he would still dare to go against the Blood Evil Temple. Also, his elder sister Gu Jingman was even more mysterious. After she emerged from the seventh layer space, who knows how powerful she had become? With the two of them being sent out, Mo Wen believed that there was nothing to worry about.
“Thank you, sect leader, for your consideration of my condition. However…” Ling Feng sighed.
He was originally a cripple, but after meeting Mo Wen, Ling Feng had been saved. However, it was impossible for the internal injuries that he had sustained for many years to be cured in a day. Compared to his prime, his cultivation was now far inferior. Although he would not have any problems against ordinary Infinite Powerhouses, against strong practitioners like Yang Zonglin, there was still a considerable difference between them. In his fight with Yang Zonglin he had been injured once again and his condition made much worse.
He had not imagined that Mo Wen had actually seen through him and thus would not let him participate in the upcoming contest. He was somewhat moved. However, since he had been saved by Mo Wen, he naturally had to dedicate himself to serving Mo Wen. The situation in the Dafang Sect had become rather embarrassing. How could he not fight because of fear?
“This matter does not need to be discussed any further. Elder sister and I will be sufficient for the contest. Everyone, please relax. Since I have decided to do so, I naturally have the confidence to pull it off.”
Mo Wen interrupted Ling Feng. Ling Feng’s injuries were already not easy to deal with. If he were to get injured again, it would complicate things further. If it wasn’t for the fact Mo Wen wanted some insurance, he would even consider challenging the Blood Evil Temple alone.
“Elder sister, do you have any objections to my decision?” Mo Wen looked at Gu Jingman.
“We will do as you ask. We are of one mind. We are not afraid of a mere Blood Evil Temple!” Gu Jingman said decisively. Not only did she have no objection, but she also felt that both of them taking part in the contest would be sufficient. Why would they need other idle hands to participate?
The people in the meeting room were speechless. This brother-sister duo truly shared some similar characteristics. No wonder they were brother and sister. However, the crowd knew that Gu Jingman’s ability was unfathomable. She was ranked second in the Heaven List Tournament, and she had not unleashed her full potential. It was just that Mo Wen had secured first place in the Heaven List that she had not challenged him for it. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to say who would be ranked first.
Since they had come to a decision, the crowd made their way out of the meeting room. They had gone there to discuss a plan to deal with the Blood Evil Temple. However, in the end, Mo Wen and Gu Jingman had instead taken it all upon themselves. The matter no longer concerned the others.
Yin Banshuang was the last to leave. She looked at Mo Wen with doubt in her eyes. She had not spoken since the very beginning. Before this, she had always compared herself with Mo Wen. But right now, she discovered that they were no longer people from the same world at all. What did she, a genius in the tiny Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, really amount to?
The next day, the Divine Dragon Nest was crowded with people as usual. The eight strongest sects had been determined. Next, it would be the contest to determine the top four sects. The battle among sects was getting more and more intense and interesting. To further enliven the occasion, some people started gambling games to bet on the winner for each contest.
Of course, those who dared to be the dealers in the Divine Dragon Nest were all supported by enormous financial power. They were either from Chambers of Commerce or sect factions with a rich and deep heritage.
When the eight strongest sects entered the Divine Dragon Nest, wave upon wave of cheers burst out, bringing the entire tournament to life. Mo Wen and the members of the Dafang Sect had long arrived. Mo Wen glanced through the top eight ancient martial arts sects and noticed that undoubtedly, all of them were from the Peng Lai Mystery Dimension. Other than the Goddess Cult, the Golden Buddha Sect, and the Blood Evil Temple, he didn’t recognize anyone from the remaining five sects.
From the look of it, those five sects hadn’t sent any young disciples to participate in the Heaven List Tournament. However, the sects’ overall ability seemed to be formidable.
It was still hard to say which sect was the strongest or who would win the contest.
Mo Wen had heard of the five sects before. Almost everyone was familiar with the sects that emerged in the top eight. It was hard for Mo Wen to not know about them. The five sects were the Heavenly Sea Sect, the Crimson Sun Sect, the Sinister Wind Sect, the Snake Scorpion Sect, and the Golden Rainbow Sect.
According to Ling Feng, both Sinister Wind Sect and Heavenly Sea Sect were sects at the top tier in the Peng Lai Mystery Dimension. They were even stronger than the Goddess Cult. This time, for reasons unknown, they had sent their disciples to participate in the Martial Arts Circle Convention. Other than these two sects, the strongest sect was naturally the Goddess Cult, followed by the Crimson Sun Sect, the Golden Buddha Sect, and the Golden Rainbow Sect.
On the contrary, even though the Blood Evil Temple was also a rather powerful sect in the Peng Lai Mystery Dimension and was guarded by strong practitioners who had become immortal, its overall ability was the weakest among the Eight Major Sects. If the Blood Evil Temple didn’t have Yang Zonglin, an old freak with ultimate powers, they would most likely not be able to rank in the top eight.
“Since all the sects are here, I will make an announcement.” An ethereal voice sounded in the Divine Dragon Nest.
Everyone seemed to have sensed something and one by one they looked in the same direction. A mysterious woman, covered with a veil and dressed in a white costume stepped in the air and entered the convention hall. She was like a goddess who had descended from heaven.
By now, everyone who attended the Martial Arts Circle Convention knew that even though the referees for the convention were all Primordial Soul Realm practitioners from the Huatian Palace, the highest decision-maker in Dragon City would be this mysterious woman.