Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Time To Visit Qi Lan Realm And Meet The Seniors
Yu Zhao asked: “Two or three years?” She thought it over and felt she could accept that.

But then she heard the Ancestor add in a slow, lazy tone: “I just do not know if we can make it in time for the Daqian Alliance selection.”

Yu Zhao froze, full of question marks in her head, and asked: “Isn’t there still twenty or thirty years before the Daqian Alliance selection?”

“It was moved up,” the Ancestor said.

Yu Zhao stared at him and pressed: “Then how long?”

“It should be within a year or two,” he replied.

Yu Zhao was speechless. [Is this aimed at me?]

The Ancestor tried hard to press down the smile on his lips as he comforted her: “It is fine. If you cannot join this time, we can wait for the next one. There will always be a chance.”

“No way,” Yu Zhao said. “The Daqian Alliance selection only happens once every five hundred years. I cannot miss this chance.”

She turned around and rushed toward the Forbidden Chamber, shouting: “I am going back to cultivate right now!”

“You come back here first,” the Ancestor said. He reached out, grabbed her by the collar, and hauled her back.

He said: “You have been in the Middle World for so long. It is about time you went to Qi Lan Realm to meet the other Sovereign Seniors of the Cultivation World.”

Yu Zhao let out a small sound, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes. She had been in the Middle World for so many years and still had not visited those seniors; that was far too rude.

She was just about to nod when she suddenly felt something was wrong. She lowered her head and looked at her short hands and short legs, her face full of shock as she asked: “Ancestor, you want me to visit the seniors in this body?”

“Of course,” the Ancestor said. “Right now you are a little kid. Those old fellows will feel bad if they do not give you anything. If you use what they give you, the effect will be hundreds of times better than closed-door cultivation on your own.”

At first, what the Ancestor said sounded very reasonable. But when she thought about it carefully, something felt wrong everywhere.

Yu Zhao was not really a little child. How could she feel right visiting elders in this shape? It was true that the Middle World did not have anyone who knew her now, but if the Teleportation Channel was restored in the future, her glorious reputation would be ruined along with it.

“No, no!” Yu Zhao quickly shook her head, her fair little face shaking like a rattle-drum.

“Hmph, this is not something you can refuse,” the Ancestor said. He stretched out a finger, and Yu Zhao froze in place.

He turned his head and said to Ling Long and Xiu Yu: “We have been away from Qi Lan Realm for too long. Now that Yu Zhao’s avatar technique is complete, it is time to go back.”

“Senior, I will go with you,” Xiu Yu blurted out.

“All r…” The Ancestor was just about to nod when he felt a cold glint stab into his heart. His words changed at once as he said: “You should stay in Ling Xiao Realm and keep your Elder Sister company.”

Senior Ling Long curled her lips in satisfaction.

The old black-robed Daoist’s eyes lit up with excitement. [We can finally leave! So great!]

He had not had time to enjoy that feeling for long when Senior Ling Long’s cool voice sounded at the right moment: “There is a Myriad Worlds Treasure Fair near Qi Lan Realm. I plan to take Xiu Yu to attend it, and it just so happens we can go along the same way as you.”

“Myriad Worlds Treasure Fair?” Yu Zhao blinked in confusion. She had never heard of such an event before.

Senior Xiu Yu saw her doubt and kindly explained: “The Myriad Worlds Treasure Fair is a large trade event between the many small worlds of the Middle World. Every so often, cultivators from all the worlds gather together to trade resources, magic treasures, cultivation techniques, and so on.”

Yu Zhao suddenly understood. So it was a large trade fair.

She could not help thinking whether a trade fair this grand might have the Starry Sky Stone and Jade Core they needed.

Her eyes lit up, and the resistance in her heart lessened.

The Ancestor and the old black-robed Daoist were also very interested.

“I missed the last Myriad Worlds Treasure Fair,” the Ancestor said. “This time I can finally go and see the excitement.”

“That is right. I can also go hunt for a few sword manuals,” the old Daoist said.

“You?” the Ancestor snorted. “Even if you find something you like, do you have enough spirit stones to pay for it?”

“I do not, but you do,” the old Daoist replied.

“Bah, what a thick skin!” the Ancestor scolded.

The five of them hit it off at once. They decided to attend the Myriad Worlds Treasure Fair first and then go on to Qi Lan Realm.

The next day, they all boarded Senior Ling Long’s starship and headed toward the place where the Myriad Worlds Treasure Fair would be held.

As they left Ling Xiao Realm by ship, Yu Zhao was surprised to find traces of battle on the mountain where Senior Ling Long lived. After asking, she learned that during the few years she had spent in closed-door cultivation, unknown people had tried many times to break into Senior Ling Long’s cave dwelling, but were all driven back by her whip.

It was just as she and Senior Xiu Yu had said before. With Senior Ling Long there, no one could touch Yu Zhao or the Ancestor.

While they were on the road, news that the Great Thousand Alliance Selection had been moved up had already spread everywhere.

The Nan Gong Clan was naturally the first family clan to learn of it.

Nan Gong Yin was still cultivating when the Patriarch of the Nan Gong Clan forcefully interrupted her and called her out of her room.

He asked: “The selection has been moved up. Are you confident you can stand out?”

“Of course,” Nan Gong Yin said.

The displeasure on her face turned into a playful smile. She hooked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and said slowly: “The ones who should be worried now are not us…”

She glanced toward the west, as if she could already see the Xi Men Clan in a panic.

Right at that moment, Nan Gong Jie came to ask for an audience.

The Patriarch of the Nan Gong Clan frowned as soon as he saw him and asked: “What are you doing here?”

“Father, I heard that the Daqian Alliance selection has been moved up,” Nan Gong Jie said, looking a little anxious.

The patriarch gave him a cold look and said: “That has nothing to do with you.”

“Father, I also want to take part in the Daqian Alliance selection!” Nan Gong Jie said.

“The clan has already decided that Nan Gong Yin will represent the Nan Gong Clan in the selection,” the Patriarch said, his face unchanged.

Nan Gong Yin gave Nan Gong Jie a light smile and nodded at him.

Nan Gong Jie glared with anger and said: “Father, I know you and the clan elders value Nan Gong Yin. But the Daqian Alliance has never said one family can only send one clansman. Why can I not go?”

Ever since they had returned from Godsfall Land, he had yielded in everything because she had saved his life. Even when Father took part of his cultivation resources and gave them to Nan Gong Yin, he had not complained.

But now he only wanted a chance to stand on the same stage as Nan Gong Yin. Why would they not even agree to this one small request?

“This is the clan’s decision. It cannot be changed,” the Patriarch of the Nan Gong Clan said, dismissing Nan Gong Jie with a single sentence.

Putting aside Nan Gong Jie’s mood, the situation in the Xi Men Clan was almost exactly as Nan Gong Yin had guessed.

The junior they had placed great hopes on, Xi Men Wu Ji, had died in Godsfall Land. Another Xi Men family member who had gone at the same time had managed to escape with his life, but his foundation had been damaged and he still had not recovered.

Among the remaining clansmen, it was hard to find anyone who could take Xi Men Wu Ji’s place.

Every time the Patriarch of the Xi Men Clan thought of what might happen in the future, he felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

At the same time, undercurrents were surging within the Dongfang family and the Bei Ming Clan as well.

Dongfang Yu even went right up to Dong Fang Yue and shamelessly told her to withdraw from the Daqian Alliance selection on her own, so she would not embarrass herself outside.

Dong Fang Yue’s face flushed red, but she could not even get a full sentence of rebuttal out. She could only watch as Dongfang Yu swaggered away.

There were also all kinds of rumors inside the Bei Ming Clan.

But Bei Ming Yan was completely unaffected by what others said. She focused only on cultivation and shut out all outside noise. The tighter time became, the less she was willing to let even a single chance to widen the gap between herself and her opponents slip by.