The minor "interlude" caused by Su Muxue and others quickly subsided.
The Yun Family Immortal Estate resumed its lively atmosphere, with cultivators from various factions continuously arriving to offer congratulations.
"Qingfeng Zhenren from the Shuiyue Sect, here to congratulate!"
"Chilian from the Liehuo Sect, here to congratulate!"
...
The "Immortal Sect Conference" hosted by the Yun Family Immortal Estate this time was a grand event of the century, attracting almost all the surrounding cultivation forces.
Not only cultivation forces, but also countless mortals came to "join the fun."
Today, the gates of the Yun Family Immortal Estate were wide open, allowing all mortals free entry and exit.
Tens of thousands of mortals surged in like a mighty tide.
Each of them wore an expression of longing and anticipation.
"May Heaven bless me, I hope I can be noticed by a celestial elder and become a disciple of the Yun Family Immortal Estate!"
"If we join the Yun Family Immortal Estate, we too can cultivate, and we too can become immortals!"
...
The Yun Family Immortal Estate enjoyed a good reputation among mortals, and everyone wished to join.
Rumor had it that during this "Immortal Sect Conference," the Yun Family Immortal Estate would recruit a large number of disciples.
Even those without spiritual roots, who couldn't cultivate, would be fine.
This time, the Yun family would not only recruit ordinary disciples but also a large number of handyman disciples.
Becoming a handyman disciple was the last hope for many mortals.
Amidst the crowd, a handsome young man, also full of longing, was filled with endless fantasies of cultivation and becoming an immortal.
"Riding a sword on the wind, eradicating demons between heaven and earth! I heard the Yun family excels in swordsmanship. If I can learn profound sword techniques and divine abilities, I can sweep away the corrupt court and bring a clear and bright world back to the people..."
As the handsome young man mused, a companion beside him scoffed, unable to resist a jab.
"Liu Xiuer, stop talking about saving the world. We're here to apprentice. Think about how to attract the attention of the celestial elders later!"
The handsome young man was none other than Liu Xiuer, who had finally arrived after enduring hardships.
Liu Xiuer did not agree with his companion's words. His heart was burning with passion, and he declared with fervor.
"The rise and fall of a nation are the responsibility of every man! The current New Dynasty is chaotic in its decrees, seeking novelty, detached from reality, and causing immense suffering to the common people. Our generation should rise up and strive for the well-being of all under heaven..."
Hopeless!
Listening to Liu Xiuer's "eloquent speech," his companion rolled his eyes.
This kid is too deeply misguided, he's beyond saving!
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On the main peak of the Immortal Estate.
Yun Zhenting was entertaining a group of distinguished guests.
Suddenly, a vast expanse of flying swords, like a sky-covering net, whistled in.
Seeing this, everyone frowned.
Today, the Yun family was holding an "Immortal Sect Conference," and the mountain protection array had been specially deactivated, leaving this sky completely open.
However, this was, after all, the territory of the Yun Family Immortal Estate.
Flying recklessly above someone's head, was that polite?
It was important to note that the cultivators who came to offer congratulations today had all stopped their flying swords outside the mountain gate and entered obediently under the guidance of the Yun family cultivators.
Even the usually overbearing "Medicine King's Mansion" had parked their immortal boat on a nearby mountain peak and did not force their way into the Yun Family Immortal Estate's airspace.
They are here with ill intentions!
The thought arose in the minds of the cultivators.
At this moment, a clear and resonant laugh echoed through heaven and earth.
"This old man, Qingjiao Zhenren, representing the Xingxiu Sword Alliance, offers congratulations to the Yun family!"
The Xingxiu Sword Alliance?
The cultivators in the VIP seats stirred in their hearts.
As expected, they've come to cause trouble!
All of them were "old foxes" who had lived for hundreds of years, possessing extensive knowledge and insights into various secrets.
The "Xingxiu Sword Alliance" consisted of seven great sword sects.
They always advanced and retreated together, united as one.
Legend had it that the seven great sword sects were all descendants of the "Eastern Sword Sect," inheriting from the same lineage!
So, the problem arose.
The "Xingxiu Sword Alliance," claiming to be the inheritors of the "Eastern Sword Sect."
The immortal estate ruins of the Yun family were left behind by the "Eastern Sword Sect."
It would be a miracle if the two did not clash!
Cultivators like Chong Xuanzi, who usually had good relations with the Yun Family Immortal Estate, showed expressions of concern.
They wondered if the Yun Family Immortal Estate could withstand the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance."
On the other hand, many cultivators, such as Su Muxue and her group, had expressions that were hard to decipher.
Mockery?
Enjoying the show?
Schadenfreude?
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Yun Zhenting, the patriarch of the Yun family, looked up at the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance" group in the sky, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
These fellows, they had indeed come!
Yun Zhenting was not surprised by the appearance of the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance"; he had been mentally prepared.
In recent days, the Yun family had captured several spies, all sent by the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance."
Under the "severe interrogation" of the little spirit monkey king, those spies had revealed the entire plot of the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance."
The "Xingxiu Sword Alliance" considered themselves the legitimate inheritors of the "Eastern Sword Sect" and wished to seize the immortal estate ruins from the Yun family.
For this reason, the Yun family had held several internal meetings.
After discussion, everyone unanimously agreed that there was no need to fear the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance."
Now that Yun Tianzhong and the little spirit monkey king had refined the "Town Estate Stone Tablet," the immortal estate ruins were firmly in the hands of the Yun family. The "Xingxiu Sword Alliance," possessing only the title of "Eastern Sword Sect" inheritors, had no substantial means to take away the immortal estate ruins.
If the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance" acted unreasonably and decided to resort to force, there was still no need to be afraid.
The immortal estate ruins were the Yun family's home ground. All the formations within the immortal estate were controlled by Yun Tianzhong and the little spirit monkey king.
If a conflict truly erupted, Yun Tianzhong and the little spirit monkey king, by jointly activating the mountain protection array, would be sufficient to defeat the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance."
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In the sky.
Qingjiao Zhenren led two hundred Golden Core sword cultivators, their aura menacing.
This time, they had dispatched their elite forces, vowing not to return without reclaiming the immortal estate ruins!
Qingjiao Zhenren laughed loudly.
"Fellow Daoists, all who come are guests! We have specifically come to congratulate today, will you not invite us in for a seat?"
What was this fellow up to?
Yun Zhenting frowned.
He had expected the "Xingxiu Sword Alliance" members to immediately start shouting and fighting, vying for control of the immortal estate ruins.
Who would have thought that Qingjiao Zhenren would be talking about "hospitality" here?
Yun Zhenting did not want to engage with Qingjiao Zhenren, but this was the Yun family's home ground, and the other party had not openly declared hostility. If he appeared too eager, it would make him seem petty.
Fine, let them have a seat then!
Yun Zhenting said indifferently.
"Fellow Daoists, please take a seat in the VIP section!"
Qingjiao Zhenren laughed heartily. He actually landed his flying sword and led over two hundred sword cultivators to the VIP section, sitting down for tea.
The atmosphere on the scene immediately became incredibly subtle.
Everyone knew something was about to happen, but they didn't know when or how it would happen.
In this awkward atmosphere, more than half an hour passed.
Qingjiao Zhenren and his group showed no signs of making a move, leisurely sipping tea.
Were these fellows waiting for someone?
A thought crossed Yun Zhenting's mind.