Dragon Vein Martial God

1When Zhou Yang got close to the courtyard, Jiang Ting ordered the maidservants of the Purple Frost Sect to inform Zhou Yang about the matter. He also asked Zhou Yang to deal with the people outside who wanted to visit him.    

    

In just a few breaths of time, Zhou Yang learned from the maids that there were more and more people coming to visit him.    

    

"Elder, how should I deal with this?" Zhou Yang asked.    

    

Jiang Ting didn't say anything when he heard him. He just stared at Zhou Yang.    

    

After staring at him for a long time, Zhou Yang felt his hair stand on end.    

    

After a while.    

    

"Gulp..."    

    

Swallowing his saliva, Zhou Yang said with great difficulty, "Disciple decides whether to meet the person who is visiting or not based on their cultivation. If you meet someone with other thoughts, will you directly reject him?"    

    

Jiang Ting finally spoke, "If you don't want to damage the sect's honor, do as you wish. You can leave now."    

    

Zhou Yang relaxed a little and left with the female servant in a hurry.    

    

Jiang Ting shook his head and closed his eyes. Actually, he didn't know if he should see her or not. After all, it was his first time leading a team to participate in such a large-scale event. Daoist Fresh Breeze hadn't told him about this before.    

    

Then... he could just leave the matter to Zhou Yang. Thinking about it, since Zhou Yang was able to become the champion of the Internal Sect competition, he should have some brains. He had also said that he shouldn't harm the sect's honor.    

    

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting looked in the direction of the other few manors. "Black Feather Pavilion..."    

    

The Black Feather Pavilion hadn't arrived yet... According to the autobiographies he had read in the library, before the competition began, the leading elders of the six sects would have a meeting to discuss some details of the competition.    

    

The Black Feather Pavilion had yet to arrive... However, it should be soon.    

    

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting sent another sound transmission, "Zhou Yang, if Han Youqing comes to visit, bring her to see me directly."    

    

He almost forgot that Daoist Qing Feng had said that Han Youqing should be at the gathering place at this moment, and that she would come to find him after knowing his arrival.    

    

Since that was the case, he didn't have to worry about finding her. He would just wait for her.    

    

He wanted to see what kind of conditions Han Youqing had that could persuade him to resolve his grudge with Han Youqing when Han Youqing had actually betrayed the Black Feather Pavilion!    

    

If not for the fact that there were quite a number of experts in this gathering place... he might have used his Divine Sense to forcefully investigate the entire gathering place and found the person before killing him.    

    

Although his Golden Core cultivation wasn't weak... Golden Core wasn't something that only the six sects of the Tian Lan Continent possessed.    

    

All of the more powerful clans and sects would have Golden Core cultivators overseeing them. The six sects of the Endless Sky would have Golden Core cultivators leading their teams during the grand competition, in case they were weaker than the others.    

    

If he probed with his Divine Sense, it would be no different from provoking the Golden Core cultivation bases of the entire gathering place... Although... As long as he didn't use his Divine Sense to investigate the other sects that also represented the six sects of the Tian Lan Six Sects... Then... Even if he used his Divine Sense to investigate, no one would really dare to take revenge.    

    

But... Jiang Ting, although he was not afraid of trouble, he also did not like to cause trouble.    

    

...    

    

Outside the manor, an unknown distance away.    

    

One. A mud house where rogue cultivators lived.    

    

The roof.    

    

A person wearing a black robe and a black bamboo hat that concealed his face stood on the roof, quietly staring at the manor that represented the Purple Frost Sect... The Purple Frost Sect only had a few people, but they occupied an extremely large manor.    

    

As for the rogue cultivators... they only had a rather narrow mud house to shelter them.    

    

However, this rogue cultivator was not jealous. As she stared at the manor, she had other plans.    

    

If Jiang Ting was here at this moment, even if the person who seemed to be a rogue cultivator was hiding very well, his true identity would definitely be seen through by Jiang Ting.    

    

Han Youqing!    

    

Initially, when she sensed Jiang Ting's arrival, she subconsciously prepared to go... but she had a feeling that if she went directly, she would die... definitely die!    

    

That intuition made her not dare to rashly approach.    

    

Leave?    

    

But it was not feasible.    

    

Now, she had already betrayed the Black Feather Pavilion, and she had paid a great price for it. It was not easy for her to escape to the Purple Frost Sect's Crane Cry Mountain after being hunted down and captured by the Black Feather Pavilion, and because of Jiang Ting's secluded cultivation. With the help of the Purple Frost Sect, she had successfully hidden herself in the Autumn Water Mountain Range.    

    

If he were to leave now, if the Purple Frost Sect thought that he had been deceived... At that time, the Black Feather Pavilion and the Purple Frost Sect would hunt them down at the same time. They would be dead for sure.    

    

However, if they went directly to the door, they would die!    

    

What should he do?    

    

Standing on the roof, looking at the manor for a long time, Han Youqing silently disappeared... Since that was the case, he would think of other countermeasures.    

    

Not long ago, Purple Frost Sect had sent a message. Jiang Ting had promised not to kill anyone he saw. If they had time to talk, they would have time to plan.    

    

Not only did she have to protect herself, she also had to take revenge!    

    

"Hua Xuan, I want to see if you have the guts to anger Jiang Ting... I hope you do. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be more troublesome to kill you..."    

    

...    

    

In the blink of an eye, twenty days quietly passed.    

    

Purple Frost Sect, Manor.    

    

After throwing the matter to Zhou Yang, these twenty days, Jiang Ting had nothing to do. He had been resting in the courtyard, and no one disturbed him. It was just that Zhou Yang had suffered a lot. He had to deal with all the families and sects that came to visit him every day. It was rare for him to be free for a moment.    

    

A while later.    

    

"Daoist Brother Jiang Ting, now that the six major sects have gathered, I have prepared some feast in the manor. Daoist brother, let's have a chat in the manor. " Hua Ling's voice was suddenly transmitted into the manor not far away. Through the formation, it echoed within the manor.    

    

After echoing three times, the voice disappeared on time.    

    

Jiang Ting, who was still resting, instantly opened his eyes. The Black Feather Pavilion had indeed arrived.    

    

They had come yesterday.    

    

However, he had ignored them at that time.    

    

Now, Hua Ling was hosting a banquet... The banquet was fake, and the meeting between the six sects before the grand competition began was the real deal!    

    

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ting slowly got up, hid his figure, and left the manor from the sky. In a few flashes, he approached the Autumn Water Pavilion's manor.    

    

With a sweep of his gaze, he saw that there was an open space in the depths of the manor. Six tables and chairs were arranged in a circular shape, facing each other. Five people had already arrived at that open space, and he knew two of them.    

    

One was a person he knew. One of them was naturally Hua Ling, who had invited him here.    

    

The other... was the elder who had led the Demon Refining Pavilion's team, Tang Hua, whom they had met at the Herb Grafting Valley.    

    

He did not know the other three.    

    

"I'm late. Fellow Daoists, please forgive me." Jiang Ting raised his foot and approached them. His voice was filled with apology.    

    

Although no one explained, Jiang Ting naturally walked to the last empty table and sat down. There was nothing on the table, only some fruits and fruits.    

    

For Foundation Establishment realm, these fruits might be very beneficial, but for Golden Core realm... it was just a taste.    

    

When he sat down, a restriction rose up... It was not an extraordinary restriction, but a restriction that prevented sound and images from being disturbed and eavesdropped.    

    

As soon as the restriction covered him, Hua Ling was the first to speak. "I am Hua Ling. Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar. Hua Ling, cheers."    

    

Although the six of them were from the six sects... they did not know each other.