We went up the mountain, drank tea, and talked about everything.
"Holy Lord, no!"
Many elders of the Dongli Sword Sect did not want to lose this person, so they sent messages to dissuade him.
"I have made up my mind."
Originally, Holy Master Dongli had no intention of going up the mountain, so he could delay it as long as he could. However, because of Jiang Xun's appearance, Holy Master Dongli remembered himself when he was young and stopped escaping.
After the words fell, Holy Lord Dongli set foot on Tingdao Mountain with a sincere heart.
"He really went up the mountain, I'm afraid he will be trapped."
The strong men of various sects did not expect that Holy Lord Dongli would make such a decision, their faces changed slightly and they looked surprised.
Holy Lord Dongli doesn't care at all about other people's opinions.
After living for so many years, a younger generation woke me up. No wonder I will never see the Holy Bridge in this life.
With a deep sigh in his heart, Holy Lord Dongli glanced at the top of the mountain, and his steps were very steady as he descended.
While climbing, strange laws of power sometimes came over me.
Involuntarily, the traces of the past years appeared before the eyes of Holy Lord Dongli, as if he had witnessed the rise and fall of the Qing Sect and the horror of the Demonic Abyss.
"How do you choose?"
Dugu Changkong looked at the other sect saints.
"I'm sorry, but I obey."
The Holy Master of Qianchen Sect pondered for a moment, then turned around and left.
"If the Qingzong wants to get the resources back, the Confucian sect will definitely cooperate and will also be willing to apologize to the noble sect on behalf of the ancestors. As for mountain climbing and tea tasting, let's leave it at that."
A great scholar from the Confucian sect bowed to express his apology. The resources could be returned, and an apology would be fine. However, the Confucian sect did not want to embarrass himself in front of the world, as the impact would be too great.
For a time, no sect sent young disciples to fight Chen Qingyuan, and no one was willing to climb Tingdao Mountain.
After all the calculations, of the thirty-six sects in the imperial state, only the Beast Control Sect, Linghe Sect, Penglai Villa, and Dongli Sword Sect faced the grudges of the past. The other thirty-two sects all planned to delay or even fall out.
The alliance of dozens of top forces is not afraid of Qingzong at all.
Obviously, some old guys haven't figured out the situation yet.
Today's situation is the last chance Qingzong gives to each sect.
Once you miss it, there is no use regretting it.
"Have you really thought about it?"
Dugu Changkong sat on the top of the mountain, overlooking the crowd, and asked in a deep voice.
"We acknowledge your senior's strength and it is difficult to find an opponent in the world. However, I hope your senior will understand that a person's ability is limited after all and cannot change anything."
The major holy places have been established in the imperial state for countless years and have a profound foundation. No matter how powerful Dugu Changkong is, as long as the various sects form an alliance and work together, nothing will happen in a short time.
If Dugu Changkong was in its heyday, the major holy sects would definitely be very jealous and would not dare to turn against him.
Now, Dugu Changkong has lived for nearly 30,000 years and is about to pass away.
After beating him to death, Qingzong lost its top combat power. How could it compete with the top forces that had dominated the empire for hundreds of thousands of years?
"Then please remember today and don't regret it."
Dugu Changkong emphasized.
Everyone heard the threat, hesitated for a moment, and left.
Many holy places attach great importance to their dignity and do not want to be humiliated.
Some monks left, but many others stayed where they were, continuing to watch the excitement.
The ruins of Qingzong appeared, but the foundation has not yet been completely laid, so the matter is unfinished.
Maybe there will be a good show later, so you can't miss it.
Chen Qingyuan ran out of opponents and returned to the top of Tingdao Mountain.
Watching the monks from the major holy places leave, Chen Qingyuan said softly: "Uncle Master, should we just forget it?"
"This is just the beginning."
Dugu Changkong said.
"What are you planning to do?"
Chen Qingyuan poured the old man a cup of tea and asked again.
"Today is the restoration of the Qing Sect to establish its power and announce it to the world. I will visit you tomorrow and chat with the old guys from each sect. The rest of the matter will be left to you."
Later, the old man was no longer in this world.
"It's all my fault. I should have acted weaker and fought hard with my peers. In the end, without exception, we all won by a narrow margin."
In this way, everyone will feel that although Chen Qingyuan is strong, he can still fight, and the number of people participating will definitely increase greatly.
However, Chen Qingyuan has just learned the top Taoist techniques of Qingzong and has not yet mastered them. Even if he is determined to act, it is difficult to complete and it is easy to get involved.
"Those who don't want to go up the mountain will definitely refuse to pay even if they lose the game."
Dugu Changkong said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly.
"Be careful when you go out from now on. After today, there will definitely be more people who want to kill you."
In the eyes of the world, Chen Qingyuan has such a perverted cultivation talent because of the three holy golden elixirs and the supreme Taoist bones. If he can obtain them, he will have unlimited opportunities in the future, and even reach the other side.
Some old guys who were still weighing the pros and cons, truly saw Chen Qingyuan's talent, no longer hesitated, and were filled with murderous intent.
"It's so hard for me."
Chen Qingyuan smiled bitterly.
"Since ancient times, the path of genius has not been smooth."
Dugu Changkong believes that Chen Qingyuan can overcome many difficulties.
It's a pity that he probably won't be able to see Chen Qingyuan's figure standing on top of the clouds.
He sighed inwardly and fixed his gaze on a certain void.
"Would you like to meet this fellow Taoist and have a chat over tea?"
Dugu Changkong had long discovered Qing Chi hidden in the void, who was Chen Qingyuan's second uncle. Now that he had some free time, he sent out an invitation.
Who is Uncle Master talking to?
Chen Qingyuan looked around and found nothing, with a confused expression.
"Can."
Qing Chi hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Somewhere the void was slightly distorted, and a middle-aged man wearing a long gown appeared. The surrounding area was filled with mist, and his true appearance was undetectable, making him very mysterious.
Tingdao Mountain has a special law. Dugu Changkong has activated the law to prohibit outsiders from seeing the top of the mountain, let alone snooping.
The moment Qing Chi entered Tingdao Mountain, he was discovered by a very small number of top experts.
"She should be the protector of Donor Chen."
The old monk said secretly.
"Probably a master from Daoyi Academy."
Apart from Qingzong, there is only Daoyi Academy behind Chen Qingyuan, so it is not difficult to guess.
"It was this person before who almost killed the second child. Fortunately we ran fast, otherwise..."
In the darkness, several casual cultivators caught a hint of love and infatuation, and felt lingering fear in their hearts.
These days, it's not that Chen Qingyuan didn't encounter assassinations, but was blocked by love and infatuation. Similar things happened no less than ten times.
There are many desperadoes in this world, and they are not afraid of the revenge of the top forces. People like them earn money if they can live for one more day, and they have offended countless forces.
There are also some killer organizations, dark forces that work with the devil, and are extremely interested in Chen Qingyuan's supreme foundation.
"Disciple Chen Qingyuan, pay homage to the second uncle."
Seeing the infatuated man wrapped in layers of fog, Chen Qingyuan was startled for a moment, and immediately guessed his identity, bowed and said respectfully.