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More than a hundred years have passed in the Dongyuan Realm, and more than a year has passed in the Cangyun Realm.

The Ten Thousand Sect Hidden Dragon Competition has reached the time point when it officially begins.

This letter came from the host of Wanlong City, the Biluo Sect.

This large sect was born with the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition, and the specific matters have always been handled by the Biluo Sect.

From the beginning of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition to the end, when all the holy places and disciples of each sect left, all logistics were guaranteed by the Biluo Sect.

In exchange, Biluo Sect can receive a large sum of money from major holy places every hundred years, including Taixuan Holy Land.

Taixuan Holy Land has been secluded for a long time and has no fresh blood. It has not participated in grand events such as the Ten Thousand Sects' Hidden Dragon Competition for a long time. However, when Geng Yiyang was in power, some spiritual pills and magic weapons would be sent on time.

Geng Yiyang's move is undoubtedly a bit wasteful in the eyes of ordinary people, but its effect is obvious.

Even though Taixuan has not participated in the Hidden Dragon Competition of Ten Thousand Sects for a long time, Chu Zheng and a group of Taixuan disciples are still treated with the highest standards of courtesy.

The words in the message were very polite, asking Chu Zheng to come out of seclusion and come to attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng stopped refining the immortal energy and stood up to leave the seclusion.

Chu Zheng has known about the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition since he first entered the Cangyun Realm.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and counting the years of incarnation and calamity, he has experienced hundreds of rounds of cold and heat. At this moment, when he thinks of his time in the Song Mansion again, he can't help but feel a little emotional.

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Outside the secret room, there is a Taixuan disciple on duty. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, his cultivation has already reached Taoism.

"Taixuan Inner Gate, Longjing, see the Holy Lord."

The disciple bowed, his eyes full of reverence.

The Holy Lord is not much older than them, but he has already written a myth. Almost every disciple of Taixuan regards Chu Zheng as a benchmark.

"Has there been anything unusual in Wanlong City recently?"

Chu Zheng asked casually. He had been in seclusion for more than a year. In a place as mixed as Wanlong City, a lot of changes should have happened.

"Nothing big has happened recently."

Lang Jing thought for a while and shook his head slightly: "It's very quiet in Wanlong City. The geniuses of various sects are basically in retreat. They should be adjusting their state and preparing to participate in the competition."

Chu Zheng was slightly surprised, nodded slightly, and prepared to leave.

"Holy Master, do you want to inform Madam?"

Lang Jing couldn't help but say: "Madam will come here every day, waiting for you to come out of seclusion."

Song Lingxue's status in Taixuan Holy Land was somewhat special, and she did not have a specific position. However, she was the first wife of Chu Zhengming's mediator. During this period, all Taixuan disciples addressed her as their wives.

Just as Chu Zheng was about to speak, a figure walked up not far away. She was dressed in light green robes and had a slender figure. Her hair was tied up with a hairpin, showing her painting-like eyebrows. At this moment, her eyes were dim and there was no joy on her face.

"Ayuki."

There was a slight smile in Chu Zheng's eyes. For him, it had been a hundred years since he had seen Song Lingxue. At this moment, his mood was inevitably ups and downs.

"Want to go out?"

Song Lingxue lowered her eyes and glanced at the dissipating spiritual light in front of the secret room door. She knew at a glance that someone was sending a message.

If no one delivers the message, Chu Zheng may not have left seclusion at this moment.

Chu Zheng vaguely noticed that something was wrong with Song Lingxue's mood, but for a moment he was a little confused. He nodded and said with a smile:

"A message from the Biluo Sect invites me to attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. You go with me."

Hearing this, Song Lingxue's eyes dimmed slightly, and she lowered her head and said, "Okay."

The time she could spend with Chu Zheng was already running out. Chu Zheng's retreat lasted more than a year.

The Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition will not last long. As the Taixuan Saint Lord, Chu Zheng will probably have a lot of trivial matters in the coming days, and the time he can spend alone together will become less and less.

The time she will stay in Cangyun has completely entered the countdown.

Chu Zheng looked at Song Lingxue who seemed to be a little depressed. There was a faint flash of light in his eyes. He didn't notice anything unusual. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you worried?"

"Nothing." Song Lingxue shook her head and said nothing.

Chu Zheng's eyes turned slightly and he smiled faintly: "When you come back later, I have something to give you."

"What object?" Song Lingxue's heart moved slightly and she raised her head: "The magic weapon and elixir are of no use to me, just keep it for yourself."

These immortal things are indeed of little use to her.

"It's not these, you will know when you come back."

Chu Zheng didn't say much, he took Song Lingxue and walked towards the center of Wanlong City.

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It was still early and the morning light was beginning to show.

The center of Wanlong City was already crowded with people.

In the center, there is a white jade fairy palace hanging in the air. In front of the fairy palace is a high platform with five seats on it, in five colors: red, white, black, yellow and green, representing the five holy places in the southern region.

There was no one on the high platform, but in front of the Immortal Palace, many figures had gathered, all of them were elders of the Holy Land and famous figures from the True Immortal Family.

As well as the two special envoys from the Martial Palace, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning.

These two people looked very good, their faces were glowing red, and they were chatting and laughing with the people around them, all of which had wiped away their previous irritation.

Obviously, during this period of time in Cangyun Realm, they had a lot of contact with these immortal sects.

A red shadow crossed the void and landed in front of the Immortal Palace.

Song Lingxue did not want to have contact with these people and stayed outside the venue.

Chu Zheng's eyes swept through the crowd in front of him, and his sight stopped at Bai Zhixiao, who was dressed in a black robe.

As the only strong man who had entered the secret realm of immortal tribulation, and also the Taixu Saint Lord, he stood in the crowd, like a moon surrounded by stars.

"Have you entered the Tongxuan realm?"

When their eyes met, Bai Zhixiao's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of horror.

In the past year, there has been no waves in Wanlong City, and there has been no change in the Hidden Dragon List for a long time. In recent days, few people in the Holy Land have paid attention to it.

Therefore, the news that Chu Zheng has entered the Tongxuan realm is known to very few people at this moment.

Hearing Bai Zhixiao's voice, everyone around was startled, looking at the unconcealed aura beside Chu Zheng, and after reacting, their expressions showed the same horror.

Tongxuan realm, fake immortal! The previous masters of the Holy Land have never escaped from this realm.

Among the many holy places, the Tongxuan cultivators are the absolute top figures. Such people are now basically fighting in the battlefield outside the domain, and there are only a handful of them left in the Cangyun Realm.

Chu Zheng's cultivation has completely surpassed them and has become a genuine Saint Lord-level figure!

Bai Zhixiao felt a chill in his heart. Among the people present, he undoubtedly knew Chu Zheng the best. He had personally investigated all the information about Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng has only been in the immortal way for ten years, just ten years!

Ten years to Tongxuan, even Zhao Tingxian at the time did not have such a terrifying cultivation speed. It took him almost a hundred years from the Divine Infant to Tongxuan. How could he have such a fast speed?

Could it be that this person would take a hundred years to become an immortal? !

‘Monster, it must be a monster! ’

Bai Zhixiao shouted in his heart, and the fingertips in his sleeves trembled slightly, but a sense of fear rose in his heart involuntarily.

It was not that he was afraid of Chu Zheng's cultivation, but such a terrifying speed of cultivation had completely overturned his cognition.

No matter how talented one is, he should not be able to go against common sense like this. As his cultivation level increased, his progress was getting faster and faster!

For a while, there was a strange silence in front of the Immortal Palace.

"Saint Taixuan, you are worthy of being the top of the Cangyun Hidden Dragon List, you are really amazing."

Xie Xingzhong laughed and broke the silence: "Young people are formidable. With such a genius in the immortal way, why worry about the immortal way not flourishing?"

At the beginning, Chu Zheng helped him repair his old injuries and helped him enter the realm of half-saint of martial arts. He was very kind to him. Seeing Chu Zheng's rapid progress in cultivation, he was only happy at this moment.

Everyone on the side came back to their senses, congratulated him, bowed, and unconsciously lowered their posture.

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord Taixuan for entering the Tongxuan Secret Realm and becoming an immortal after overcoming the tribulation!"

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord Taixuan for entering Tongxuan and making a further step in the immortal path. Taixuan is booming!"

Chu Zheng stared at Bai Zhixiao, his expression showing no joy or anger, and waved his hand:

"It was just a fluke. You are all too polite. In the immortal path, you are all my predecessors. No need to be polite."

Bai Zhixiao calmed down and said lightly: "Since the Holy Lord Taixuan has arrived and everyone is here, let's start the opening ceremony."

After he finished speaking, he slowly stepped forward and prepared to step onto the high platform in front of the Immortal Palace.

"Wait a minute, Holy Lord Taixu."

An old man in his sixties spoke in a deep voice. He was dressed in a khaki robe and came from the Yuanling Holy Land. He was from the same lineage as Shang Zuling.

At present, except for Bai Zhixiao and Chu Zheng, the other saints are all outside the domain. This old man has entered the Tongxuan realm, and is obviously the current ruler of the Yuanling Holy Land.

"Shang Liangyi? What do you want?"

Being suddenly interrupted, Bai Zhixiao frowned slightly, a little impatient.

His mood has been disturbed by the news that Chu Zheng has entered the Tongxuan realm, and he has lost his usual calmness, and his words are a little impatient.

"The Taixuan Saint is the top of the Cangyun Realm's Hidden Dragon List, the strongest contemporary genius in the Cangyun Realm, and the master of a holy land. How about the Taixuan Saint presiding over the opening ceremony? What do you think?"

Shang Liangyi's expression was indifferent, without the slightest ripple, but his words were shocking.

Everyone around him looked at each other and hesitated when they heard the words.

The opening ceremony was equivalent to presiding over the Wanzong Hidden Dragon Competition, which was of extraordinary significance.

This is a grand event that gathers the attention of all forces in the four regions of Cangyun, and will affect the rise and fall of all forces in a hundred or even a thousand years.

Being the master of such an occasion often means that he is the number one in Cangyun.

Today, Bai Zhixiao, whether in terms of cultivation or status, can indeed be called the number one in Cangyun.

But Shang Liangyi's words are somewhat intriguing, which is equivalent to sending a signal of standing.

Stand on the side of Taixuan Holy Land, or Taixu Holy Land.

Shang Liangyi's straightforward words instantly made the atmosphere in the field tense.

"Shang Liangyi, you are really amazing." Bai Zhixiao's mouth pulled out a smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Call him and then suggest that Chu Zheng take the stage instead of him?

This is simply a great shame! How dare he, Shang Liangyi? !

With Shang Liangyi's current cultivation, he can crush him to death with just one finger!

"Saint Lord Taixu, you are too kind. We are all old men. In this era, we should hand over the power to the young."

Sensing the murderous intent in Bai Zhixiao's eyes, Shang Liang remained calm and said with a hint of doubt:

"Now that the great saints are fighting outside the domain, only you have returned to Cangyun. Aren't you here to enjoy your old age? Isn't it better to save some energy?"

A few gasps were heard all around. The words were calm but full of sarcasm, mocking Bai Zhixiao for being greedy for life and afraid of death. This was almost a falling out.

Hearing this, Bai Zhixiao quickly pulled himself out of his anger, regained his composure, and stared at Shang Liangyi:

"Is this what Yuanling Holy Land meant?"

If no one instructed him, Shang Liangyi would never dare to do this. It seems that Yuanling Holy Lord gave him some instructions when he was on the battlefield outside the domain.

This may include making friends with Chu Zheng.

"Now, I am in power in Yuanling Holy Land, and my words are naturally what Yuanling Holy Land means."

Shang Liangyi did not retreat at all, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice: "The talent of Taixuan Holy Lord is obvious to all. This opening ceremony should be presided over by Taixuan Holy Lord."

After the voice fell, his eyes swept around: "What do you think?"

He did not give a moment to breathe, forcing everyone around to make a decision immediately.

The relationship between Taixuan Holy Land and Taixu Holy Land has long been like fire and water, and everyone knows it.

If you don't agree now, you will be an enemy of Chu Zheng. Once you agree, it means you will offend Taixu Holy Land and Bai Zhixiao.

As for how to choose... In fact, it is a good decision.

Chu Zheng is not yet thirty years old. If Bai Zhixiao had not entered the Immortal Tribulation Secret Realm by relying on the changes in the world, he would be close to the end of his life at this moment, and his potential can be seen.

The importance of the two has been determined in the minds of everyone present.

"My Dongyu Song family agrees."

"Tianque Holy Land agrees."

"Jinli Holy Land agrees."

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In a flash, among the people in power, nearly 70% stood on Chu Zheng's side.

The remaining 30% did not speak for Taixu Holy Land, but just smiled awkwardly and chose not to help either side.

Bai Zhixiao glanced at the people around him, gathered his sleeves, made way, and said slowly: "I, Taixu Holy Land, also agree."

After that, he urged calmly: "Please come on stage, Lord Taixuan, don't miss the time."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Bai Zhixiao chose to bow his head without hesitation. The characteristics of water that has no fixed shape and can bend and stretch are fully reflected in him.

From beginning to end, Chu Zheng stood quietly aside, his mood did not fluctuate much, and his thoughts were already in the clouds.

In his eyes, this Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition has long been of little weight.

Shang Liangyi showed a smile on his face, looked at Chu Zheng, raised his hand and gestured: "Please come on stage as soon as possible, Lord Taixuan."

Chu Zheng came back to his senses and apologized: "Thank you for your kindness, I won't refuse."

He didn't care much about the significance of going on stage, he just wanted to go and come back quickly, not to waste time.

The next moment, Chu Zheng appeared on the platform, standing in front of the red jade chair.

His eyes wandered around, and soon he saw a familiar figure.

Song Lingqing.