Chapter 235 Farewell
Qingyang was so tired that he didn't meditate at night. Instead, he had a good sleep in the luxurious room and didn't get up until the next day.
After all, he was a young man. After a night's rest, Qingyang had almost recovered. When Lu Dingshan came, Qingyang was already full of energy and looked like a different person from yesterday.
After a simple meal, Senior Brother Li Shengbo came over and took everyone to meet up with Uncle Jiang. After waiting for a while outside the courtyard where Uncle Jiang lived, Uncle Jiang came out with another cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining. This person was named Qu Pingjing. Like Li Shengbo, he was also sent by Qingfeng Hall to assist Uncle Jiang in recruiting disciples for the Immortal Knocking Conference.
Seeing the people at the door, Uncle Jiang didn't say much. He just glanced at everyone, and then walked towards the hall in front where the Immortal Knocking Conference was held. Everyone else followed in turn.
Arriving at the main hall, they found that quite a few people had already gathered here. Not to mention the huge crowds of people outside who were watching the excitement, there were no less than a hundred cultivators in the main hall alone. Qingyang glanced around and found that most of them were like them, with two or three high-level cultivators and several young disciples, who seemed to be from various sects who came to participate in the Immortal Knocking Conference.
However, four of the seven major sects left yesterday, and most of the remaining ones were from some small and medium-sized sects, whose strength was much weaker than that of Qingfeng Hall. Qingyang looked over and could even see the young disciples over there casting a complex look of excitement and envy.
There were only two sects in the main hall that could be compared with Qingfeng Hall, one of which was the Jinding Pavilion, led by an old man in a gray robe with white hair and beard; the other was the Lingxi Valley, led by a middle-aged woman in the foundation-building period, who was in her middle age but still charming.
The Yuling Sanren who saw them off outside Yuling City yesterday was also there, with many high-level officials from Yuling City, talking to everyone with a smile on his face. Several major families were present, but the head of the Qi Refining Stage seemed a little insignificant in such an occasion, so the ancestors of their families came.
The ancestor of the Liang family was an old man with a white face and short beard, who was at the second level of foundation building. His strength was not outstanding among the ancestors of other families. Qingyang took a deep look at him and remembered his image in his heart. This old man with a white face and short beard was the backer of the Liang family. In the future, he must at least have the power to deter this person before he dared to come to the Liang family to seek justice, otherwise he would be looking for death.
In the early stage of foundation building, his sixth level of Kaimai Realm was very different from the other party. The gap between the two was almost despairing, and he didn't know when he would have this strength.
Fortunately, it was not Liang Yudong, the head of the Liang family, who came, otherwise Qingyang's whereabouts would be discovered by the Liang family now, and the Liang family would not cause trouble for him on the spot, because he was already a prospective disciple of Qingfeng Hall, and Uncle Jiang should not tolerate others bullying the newly recruited disciples.
However, if the Liang family discovered him in advance, they would definitely make other responses. With the Liang family's background, they would have no shortage of back-up plans. If someone kept thinking about him, he would definitely be passive in the future.
After looking at the Liang family ancestor, Qingyang turned his head away calmly, so as not to look too long and attract the other party's attention.
There were a total of thirteen sects in the hall, and each sect only recruited four to five disciples. Only the Lingxi Valley was slightly better, recruiting a full six disciples. Fortunately, Qingyang entered the Qingfeng Hall last night, otherwise the Qingfeng Hall would have the fewest disciples.
If the four sects that left yesterday are included, the total number of disciples recruited in this Knock Immortal Conference is only over eighty. Compared with the huge number of cultivators in the entire Yuling City, this number can be said to be one in a thousand. No wonder the competition in each Knock Immortal Conference is so fierce.
The people have arrived, and the Yuling Sanren exchanged a few more words with everyone, and then led everyone to walk out of the hall together. The monks who were watching the excitement outside automatically made way for a wide passage, and then watched the emissaries of the Immortal Sect and their recruited disciples leave.
The Immortal Knocking Conference was over. For these low-level casual cultivators, this matter was just more talk. They would live their lives as they would in the future.
Everyone soon came to the outside of Yuling City. The middle-aged female cultivator of Lingxi Valley waved her hand, and a purple square handkerchief flew into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it became ten feet long. The middle-aged female cultivator led all the disciples of Lingxi Valley to jump onto the handkerchief, and then bowed to the back. The huge purple handkerchief took them out of Yuling City first.
At the same time, the gray-robed old man of the Golden Tripod Pavilion casually threw a fist-sized round tripod, which soon became a giant tripod with a diameter of more than seven feet. The gray-robed old man stepped on the edge of the giant tripod, and the other disciples of the Golden Tripod Pavilion also jumped into the giant tripod. Then the giant tripod circled in the air and flew into the sky.
It was the turn of Qingfeng Hall. Uncle Jiang took out an object and threw it into the air. The object swelled with the wind and eventually turned into a small boat more than ten feet long floating in the air. Uncle Jiang led the disciples of Qingfeng Hall onto the boat, and then bowed to Yuling Sanren who was seeing him off from Yuling City below, and then drove the boat away.
After Lingxi Valley, Jinding Pavilion, and Qingfeng Hall left, the other small and medium-sized sects said goodbye to Yuling Sanren one by one, and then returned to their sects with their magical powers. Of course, there were also small sects that were not strong enough to fly with their disciples, so they could only walk.
For these sects, they are not as good as the best but better than the worst. The big sects cannot envy them, but they finally have a backer, which is much better than being a casual cultivator in Yuling City. Moreover, small sects have fewer disciples and fewer competitors for resources. As long as they practice hard, their future achievements may not be much lower than those disciples who have joined the seven major sects.
The space on the boat is not very large. Uncle Jiang sits alone in the front to control the boat. Brothers Li Shengbo and Qu Pingjing stand in the middle, and the remaining four stand side by side at the tail.
Looking at Yuling City below, he feels a lot of emotion in his heart. He finally got what he wanted and joined Qingfeng Hall, one of the seven major sects. The hard work of the past six months is worth it. Qingyang does not have much nostalgia for Yuling City, and it did not leave him with many good memories. There are only the Liang family who once deceived him.
In the past six months, Qingyang has only been dating three people sincerely. Yu Mengmiao was taken away by the Yin-Yang Sect, so I don't have to worry about him anymore; Lu Dingshan also joined the Qingfeng Palace, so there will be many opportunities to deal with him in the future; as for Liang Chongtian, no matter whether he had deceived me in the past, because of this matter of the Liang family, there is no way that they can have too much contact with each other anymore.
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