Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race-Chapter 73 - 67 Xiaobi_4

73: 67 Xiaobi_4

73: 67 Xiaobi_4

“Alright, when you have time, you must come visit.”

Shen Long didn’t insist.

Sun Furong made small talk for a few sentences, then took her leave.

Shen Long entered a secret room, sat cross-legged on a stone bed, took out a cyan Jade Slip, and placed it against his brow.

At noon, Shen Long walked out of Qingmei Courtyard and came to the Spiritual Meal Pavilion.

There weren’t many disciples dining, mostly those who had advanced to the third round.

Some disciples were discussing the challenges in the Thousand Demon Tower.

Shen Long’s gaze swept around, but he didn’t see familiar faces like Ye Yuqing.

He collected his food and found an empty table to sit down and eat.

After lunch, Shen Long arrived at the entrance to the Green Cloud Palace.

Ye Yuqing, Qin Bao, Gu Tianhong, and others had already arrived.

Shen Long walked over to Ye Yuqing and made some casual conversation.

Before long, Qin Shan came out, started to call roll to confirm that all the disciples who had advanced to the third round were present, and then he went into the Green Cloud Palace to report to Liu Xian and Xu Hai.

“Junior Brother Liu, please take the trouble to lead them to the Thousand Demon Tower.

I’m going back to cultivate,” Xu Hai said, then walked toward a side hall.

Liu Xian was already accustomed to this and nodded, then stepped outside.

“Greetings to Master Uncle Liu.”

Shen Long and the others bowed respectfully and said in unison.

Liu Xian nodded, slapped his white Spirit Beast pouch at his waist, and a Snow Winged Ice Centipede over a dozen zhang long flew out, displaying the aura of a second-stage Spirit Insect.

“All of you, come aboard!

I’ll take you to the Thousand Demon Tower,” Liu Xian instructed as he mounted the back of the Snow Winged Ice Centipede, with Shen Long and the others quickly following.

With a gentle flap of its wings, the Snow Winged Ice Centipede stirred up a cold wind and white ice crystals appeared on the ground as it carried Shen Long and the others towards the high skies.

After flying more than a hundred li, a melodious female voice sounded, “Junior Brother Liu, why is it you leading again?

Where is Junior Brother Xu?”

A streak of red light approached from a distance, quickly catching up to them.

The red light was an Eight-Winged Thunderfire Centipede over a dozen zhang long, carrying more than sixty Spirt Control Sect disciples, led by a red-dressed woman in her forties with delicate features and a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth.

Shen Long’s gaze quickly found Sun Yao among the group, recognizing disciples from Qingmei Peak.

“Senior Brother Xu is in closed-door cultivation.

Sister Liang, the number of disciples from Qingmei Peak who have advanced to the final round seems to have decreased compared to last time,” Liu Xian casually remarked.

The woman in red was Liang Ying, the Peak Master of Qingmei Peak.

“The number of participants in the minor competition was lower, so naturally, the number who advanced to the last round is fewer.

By the way, I heard that there’s a disciple from Green Cloud Peak with exceptional Art Technique talent who also advanced to the final round?” Liang Ying asked.

“Shen Long, step forward,” Liu Xian instructed.

Liu Xian was overseeing all matters, big and small, of Green Cloud Peak.

Xu Hai was just a figurehead.

Liu Xian was fully aware which disciples were diligently cultivating and which were idling away their time.

“Disciple Shen Long, greetings to Sister Liang,” Shen Long stepped forward and bowed.

Having talent in Art Techniques is good, but our sect is renowned for Insect Repelling and Controlling Beast Taming, so don’t abandon this advantage,” Liang Ying advised.

“Yes, disciple will heed Sister Liang’s teachings,” Shen Long promptly agreed.

“It’s been many years, Sister Liang still enjoys mentoring the younger generation,” a rough male voice came from afar.

A streak of golden light appeared in the distant sky, stopped in a flash, and revealed a golden Flying Boat glistening with light, carrying over seventy Spirt Control Sect cultivators, led by a stout man in a gold robe standing with his hands behind his back, exuding a powerful aura.

“Senior Brother Wang, weren’t you out on a mission?

It’s been years since I last saw you.

How come you’re leading the disciples from Qingzhu Peak?” Liu Xian greeted with a smile.

The man in the gold robe was named Wang Chong, one of the Spirt Control Sect’s seventy-two distinguished cultivators, noted for his great strength and renowned reputation.

“I returned after completing the mission.

I went to Qingzhu Peak to ask Senior Sister Liu to help me refine an Elixir, and then took charge of leading the Qingzhu Peak disciples to the Thousand Demon Tower,” Wang Chong explained.

“Let’s go on ahead then!

It’s been a long time, and we have much to catch up on,” Liu Xian said, as the Snow Winged Ice Centipede beneath him increased its Escape Speed.

Liang Ying and Wang Chong controlled their Spirit Insects and Flying Artifact to follow behind.