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However, the Tianmen Sword Sect, the Guidao Secret Sect, the Chiyang Divine Sect, the Tianqi Pill Sect, and the Divine Medicine Valley had all been in decline for many years. Why had she become the sole heir of these sects?
These sects, though not necessarily hostile to each other, had kept to their own territories. How could they have chosen the same heir?
Feng Siyue couldn’t see his handsome furrowed brows, but his tight jawline was incredibly attractive. She really wanted to take a bite.
At that moment, Di Xuan Shang said to her in a serious tone, “Do you know about the Cultivator Alliance?”
Feng Siyue looked up into his deep eyes beneath the mask and honestly shook her head. She had been missing for five years; how would she know so much?
Di Xuan Shang furrowed his brow again. She didn’t even know about the Cultivator Alliance, so where exactly had she come from?
“The Cultivator Alliance was established five years ago by the major families of the Northern Abyss. All cultivators in the Northern Abyss are under their jurisdiction. The sect competition is organized by the Cultivator Alliance. However, just a few days ago, they suddenly changed the competition rules.”
Feng Siyue had a gut feeling that this matter was related to her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought it up separately.
“Is it because the Vast Academy has a close relationship with this Cultivator Alliance?”
Di Xuan Shang appreciated her quick response and said with a slight smile, “The Vice Principal approached the Cultivator Alliance, and the rules were changed. Do you think this might be a conspiracy aimed at you?”
“It must be the Vice Principal!”
A cold light flashed in Feng Siyue’s eyes.
She knew that such a person would never let things go, but she didn’t expect them to be so insidious as to change the rules on such a grand scale. Was this the conduct of a prestigious academy?
How ridiculous!
However, she had never been one to fear conspiracies!
Let’s see if they end up in a mess themselves, with their plans falling apart!
Feng Siyue learned about the changed rules from Di Xuan Shang.
In other words, to ensure her demise, the Vice Principal had the Cultivator Alliance add a rule to the sect competition—
All sects in the Northern Abyss must participate in the sect competition, or their sect will be forcibly dissolved.
The Cultivator Alliance sure has a lot of power!
A cold light flashed in her dark eyes, and she said with a smile, “But this might not be a bad thing for me.”
Di Xuan Shang’s deep eyes looked at her. There was a magical aura about this woman. Even though he couldn’t see her entire face, he found it hard to look away.
At this moment, her confident appearance seemed to radiate a glowing light.
Admittedly, his interest in her grew stronger. He rubbed his fingers slightly, recalling the sensation of holding her hand earlier. There was no disgust or repulsion, only a desire for further contact.
“So… what are you going to do? You represent more than one sect. Which sect will you compete for?”
Di Xuan Shang was never one to meddle in others’ affairs, but he had made exceptions for Feng Siyue several times.
Feng Siyue looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “If I tell you, it won’t be a mystery anymore. You’ll find out soon enough. By the way, the registration deadline seems to be today. I need to go out.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she left like a gust of wind.
Di Xuan Shang’s lips involuntarily curled up into a smile.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the edge of the pool, where a pair of white shoes with delicate embroidery lay.
The moment he saw the shoes, he immediately recalled the white, delicate foot and the small, round toes that had entered the water.
He swallowed, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
Dong dong dong!
There was a knock on the door.
“Masked Uncle, my mother’s shoes are in your room. Can I come in and get them?”
“Come in.”
Di Xuan Shang regained his normal expression and watched as Mifan came in to pick up Feng Siyue’s shoes, then ran out with a patter of little feet.
Soon after, the mother and her two children left.
He looked at the jar of spiritual honey on the table and suddenly murmured to himself, “It seems necessary to go back and see Big Brother after the sect competition.”
The Cultivator Alliance’s branch in Jiaoyang City was located not far from the entrance of Vast Academy. The characters “Cultivator Alliance” on the plaque were written large, as if to ensure no one could miss them.
The interior was also lavishly decorated, very grand.
As soon as they entered, the place was bustling with people, but their cultivation levels were not high. A quick glance revealed a crowd of somewhat shabby-looking cultivators.
This was normal, as the Cultivator Alliance had just changed the rules for the sect competition. Those sects that had no intention of participating were now forced to come and register.
These sects were small, and their disciples were of the lowest quality. After all, if someone had good talent and potential, why would they join a small sect with no resources?
As soon as Feng Siyue and her two little treasures entered, they attracted everyone’s attention.
Feng Siyue had an extraordinary aura, and her two children were beautifully sculpted, standing out starkly from the surrounding cultivators.
“Are you here to register too? Come over here and sign up!”
At that moment, a middle-aged man in charge of registration suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a gleam.
The Vice Principal had personally given instructions. If this woman appeared, make sure she registers!
Feng Siyue, holding her two treasures, walked over and said lazily, “I’m here to register on behalf of the Tianmen Sword Sect.”
As soon as Feng Siyue spoke, all eyes turned to her.
Although all the sects in the Northern Abyss had heard about the woman who inherited the Tianmen Sword Sect, seeing her in person revealed just how young she was.
“State the name of the participant,” said the middle-aged man.
He had been waiting for Feng Siyue to come. To avoid any mishaps, he quickly registered her.
“Han Yue.”
“Show your sect token.”
Feng Siyue took out the token, and the middle-aged man confirmed its authenticity. He quickly entered her name and sect into a jade slip, completing the registration in no time, as if he was afraid she might run away.
“Alright, you can leave now. The sect competition starts tomorrow afternoon. Be sure to arrive on time,” he said.
As soon as the registration was done, the middle-aged man tossed her a jade slip representing her qualification to participate and waved her away impatiently.
“Wait, I haven’t finished registering yet,” Feng Siyue said slowly.
“What do you mean?” The middle-aged man frowned, thinking she was about to cause trouble.
Feng Siyue smiled and took out the token of the Guidao Secret Sect.
“I, Han Yue, represent the Guidao Secret Sect in the sect competition.”
“W-What?” The middle-aged man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the black token in her hand.
The chilling and eerie aura emanating from it was suffocating. This sect token was definitely not a fake!
The Guidao Secret Sect was destroyed five years ago, but the sect token was never found. Unexpectedly, it was now in this woman’s hand!
The crowd was even more astonished.
Heavens, who is this woman?
First, the Tianmen Sword Sect, and now the Guidao Secret Sect!
What else don’t they know about her?