Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 113 Entering the Valley

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, since I am standing here today, it is natural that I have failed to condense my Nascent Soul. What is so strange about that? You are asking unnecessary questions." Upon hearing this, the man in the python robe waved his hand and said with a wry smile.

"Is that so? However, Fellow Daoist Huangfu has amazing talent and a short cultivation period, so there will still be opportunities in the future." Ouyang Xuan felt relieved and offered a few words of polite comfort.

"Why say such things, Fellow Daoist Ouyang? Condensing the Nascent Soul stage is something we can only dream of, and its difficulty is beyond words."

Especially after failing to form a Nascent Soul the first time, it becomes ten times more difficult afterward. At least in the relevant records of this sect, in the thousands of years of history across the Nine Provinces, not a single monster has ever successfully formed a Nascent Soul a second time.

The man in the python robe shook his head, a fleeting look of melancholy crossing his face.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xuan didn't say anything more. He smiled slightly and then turned his gaze to another place, where the cultivators of the number one sect in the Nine Provinces Continent, the Wentian Sect, were gathered.

All of these people, whether disciples or elders, wore four-cornered Taoist crowns and black and white Taoist robes, with a Tai Chi symbol printed on their chests, giving them an extremely mysterious sense of the Dao.

"So it's Brother Ouyang. You wouldn't be telling me that only the seven of you from Qixia Sect came this time, would you?"

The speaker was an elderly man with a white beard and an air of otherworldly elegance from the Wentian Sect. After seeing Ouyang Xuan's gaze sweep over, he immediately spoke in a cold and unceremonious voice.

This person was the leader of the Wentian Sect, and judging from his tone, he was clearly somewhat hostile to the Qixia Sect.

"Yang Hua, so it really is you, you old codger. I thought you had ascended to immortality." Ouyang Xuan sneered upon hearing this, immediately retorting without showing any sign of backing down, and did not take the other party seriously.

"Hmph! As expected of a writer, all you can do is talk!" The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, and did not continue to entangle with Ouyang Xuan.

"I didn't let my disciples come out with me earlier because I wanted to give you all a heads-up. Otherwise, I was worried these little ones would be scared out of their wits! Cough... Now, please come out."

Ouyang Xuan's expression suddenly turned strange. He coughed lightly and spoke.

After he finished speaking, a group of dashing figures in camouflage uniforms flashed out and stood in unison behind the Qixia Sect elders, each with their chests out, heads held high, and faces full of pride.

This scene greatly shocked the cultivators of the two super sects on the other side. Whether they were disciples or elders, they all stared wide-eyed at the group of strangely dressed, pale-faced people.

"Ouyang Xuan, what kind of nonsense are you spouting!" After a long while, the white-bearded elder from the Wentian Sect spoke in a cold voice, his face darkening.

The people from Yandang Sect didn't say anything, but the middle-aged man in the python robe, who had already come to his senses, looked at the disciples of Qixia Sect with great interest. Before long, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Although the other elders of Qixia Sect were all extremely embarrassed, their eyes darting away, feeling utterly ashamed, Ouyang Xuan wore a smug expression. With a flick of his arm, he stored the giant boat in his sleeve before speaking calmly:

"It's nothing. This is the Flying Tigers team that my sect recently trained. This trip to Hundred Flowers Valley will definitely broaden your horizons, and may even leave you with some unforgettable memories."

"What arrogance! Do you think you can change the fate of your Qixia Sect's perennial third place just by changing a disciple's robes and drawing a few circles on his face?"

Hearing Ouyang Xuan's inexplicable words, the white-bearded old man suddenly flew into a rage and shouted loudly.

"Whether it can be changed or not, we'll only know after trying. Alright, enough nonsense, let's get started!" Ouyang Xuan seemed to have lost interest in arguing with him and simply rolled his eyes at him.

The white-bearded old man paused upon hearing this. Ouyang Xuan's indifferent attitude gave him the feeling of punching cotton, which was quite frustrating.

"Eh? Fellow Daoist Ouyang, why does your Qixia Sect have an extra disciple?" The middle-aged man in the python robe, who was observing the Qixia Sect disciples with a smile, suddenly changed his expression and asked with slight surprise.

Upon hearing this, all the elders of the Wentian Sect and the Yandang Sect immediately glanced at the disciples of the Qixia Sect, and then looked at Ouyang Xuan with surprise and uncertainty.

"I apologize, I forgot to mention to all of you that our Qixia Sect has requested an additional spot this time," Ouyang Xuan said casually, his eyes flashing.

The middle-aged man in the python robe frowned upon hearing this, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at Ouyang Xuan, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Ouyang Xuan, are you joking? The rules for entering and leaving Hundred Flowers Valley were set a thousand years ago. Out of a hundred people, my Wentian Sect will take forty, and your two sects will each take thirty."

"Are you here today, representing the Qixia Sect, to formally declare war on my Wentian Sect and demand a re-ranking of the Central Plains?"

The white-bearded elder's gaze flashed like lightning, his face instantly turning icy cold. He unleashed his spiritual pressure, and several elders from the Wentian Sect behind him also glared at the Qixia Sect members with unfriendly expressions.

"That's not what I meant. It's just that the extra person has a special status. He's not only an elder of my Qixia Sect, but also a retainer of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance. Surely you fellow Daoists won't refuse him this small favor?"

Ouyang Xuan played with the strange book in his hand without any pressure, and said slowly.

"What? Fellow Daoist Ouyang, could it be that person has arrived?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in the python robe's expression shifted, and at the same time, his divine sense quickly swept over the disciples of Qixia Sect, finally settling on one person.

Yang Hua of the Wentian Sect and the elders behind him all fell silent, their expressions filled with hesitation and their eyes flickering.

The disciples of both sects were naturally confused, but they could sense the strange atmosphere at the moment.

"My name is Du Fan, and I pay my respects to all the seniors." Du Fan took a step forward and spoke at the opportune moment.

"Lord Du, no, Elder Du, well, never mind, I'll just call you Fellow Daoist Du. Your name is quite famous throughout the Central Plains. It's truly worthwhile for me to finally see your true face."

The man in the python robe smiled, gave Du Fan a slight fist salute, and spoke.

The elders behind him, though all looked surprised, maintained a relatively gentle attitude and bowed to him.

"Ouyang Xuan, is this Du Fan, the Seven Star Merchant Alliance retainer personally appointed by Senior Xiao?" Yang Hua frowned and spoke after a long silence.

"Indeed, does Fellow Daoist Yang still have some doubts?" Ouyang Xuan's face darkened.

"I wouldn't say I doubt it. Given your status, I believe you wouldn't lie about something like this."

However, it's impossible to add an extra spot. Even at its weakest, the ancient restrictions surrounding Hundred Flowers Valley only allow a maximum of one hundred cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage to exist within it at the same time.

As early as a thousand years ago, predecessors had already tried this method, and the result was that as long as one more person entered, the last person would be immediately ejected by this restriction.

"This isn't about our Wentian Sect disrespecting your sect or the Seven Star Merchant Alliance. If you truly want Elder Du to enter, your Qixia Sect could simply sacrifice one disciple. Why speak of impossible things here?"

After pondering for a moment, Yang Hua spoke with a flash of his eyes. Although his words were not pleasant, they did not completely offend Qixia Sect and the Seven Star Merchant Alliance.

"Of course I know that. Fellow Daoist Yang just said that there are a hundred disciples at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining stage. But Elder Du is still a bit short of that level of cultivation. Can't you see that?" Ouyang Xuan snorted and said indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, why don't we give this a try first? We'll arrange for the disciples of Qixia Sect to be the last to teleport. If it fails, neither of our sects will suffer any loss."

Just then, the man in the python robe suddenly smiled slightly and said this to Yang Hua, his words being extremely clever.

"Since Fellow Daoist Huangfu has said so, I will naturally not act as a villain in vain. Let's do it this way."

"But Ouyang Xuan, don't say I didn't warn you. Once you enter Hundred Flowers Valley, you're on your own. If anything happens to this young Elder Du inside, you'd better think ahead about how you'll explain it to the Seven Star Merchant Alliance!"

Yang Hua glanced at Ouyang Xuan and sneered at him.

"There's no need for Fellow Daoist Yang to worry about that. You should be more concerned about your sect's disciples."

Ouyang Xuan said calmly, then ignored the white-bearded old man and led his sect members straight to an open space.

Seeing this, Yang Hua snorted coldly and beckoned his sect members to go over as well.

The middle-aged man in the python robe was secretly delighted by the open and covert struggles between the two sects, but he remained outwardly calm as he and his sect's elders and disciples walked toward the other two sects.

At this moment, the people from the three sects had formed a large circle in an ordinary place.

Yang Hua's expression was solemn. Suddenly, he flicked his sleeve, and the empty ground distorted and changed. After a few breaths, an exceptionally dazzling array appeared in front of everyone.

It seems that this formation was previously shrouded in some kind of special restriction, which is why it was not discovered by the disciples.

This magic array is about ten zhang in diameter and is entirely purple-gold in color. Gold and purple runes are intertwined and swirling on it, with large and small patterns arranged in layers. Moreover, lifelike flower patterns are engraved within the magic array, and spiritual light flashes wildly on them, dazzling the eyes.

At this moment, Yang Hua, the middle-aged man in the python robe, and Ouyang Xuan, three Golden Core experts, simultaneously flicked their sleeves, revealing four, three, and three high-grade spirit stones in their hands respectively. With a flick of their wrists, they threw the spirit stones into several grooves in the purple-gold magic array.

The next moment, more than twenty Golden Core elders from the three sects formed hand seals and cast various spells into different positions within the formation, like rain.

The purple-gold light that was originally still within the magic array suddenly began to flow. As the magic array hummed louder, the purple-gold light on it intensified, becoming so dazzling that the disciples of the three sects couldn't help but squint their eyes slightly.

"Disciples of the Wentian Sect, enter!" Ten breaths later, Yang Hua suddenly slowed his movements, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted in a low voice.