Mortals: The Daily Life of Hidden Moon Sect

The entire space above suddenly began to distort and produce invisible fluctuations.

The runes in the sky intertwined together to form countless colorful tokens, which fell vertically from the sky and scattered on the ground of Wanlingtai.

"Now, a total of 999 latent spirit orders have been completed."

"The next time you summon me, you must wait until three thousand years later."

The eight-headed monster hummed a few times and spoke in a slightly tired voice.

Then, the monster shook its tail and dived into the original magic circle.

The huge magic circle was glowing with light and overflowing with aura, and in the blink of an eye it completely engulfed the monster.

The buzzing sound sounded again, and the magic circle kept spinning. The eight-headed monster made a muffled sound like when it just appeared, and gradually turned into countless runes and dissipated.

Then, the light of the magic circle itself dimmed, and finally disappeared completely from the Wanling Platform, as if it had never existed.

"Immediately send someone to keep all the latent spirit orders in safekeeping. After the families have re-ranked themselves, we will decide who they belong to!"

The ancestor of the Long family closed his eyes slightly, staring at the bluestone ground where the magic circle disappeared. After a moment of silence, he gave a cold order.

Upon hearing this order, several guards in golden armor immediately emerged from nowhere.

They each held a silver tray in their hands and waved their arms towards the ground, picking up all the tokens one by one.

They were neatly stacked on a tray, then carefully carried to an altar table under the stone platform and placed respectfully.

"Master Wan Ling has left this place. Next, we will begin to offer sacrifices to the true spirit ancestors of our family."

The ancestor of the Long family glanced at the people outside the stone platform and announced in a firm tone.

After hearing this, all the noble families below the stage began to talk about it. Then each family sent out their entourage, holding various tools and offerings needed for the sacrifice, and carefully arranged them on the stage.

Then, led by the heads and elders of each family, all the descendants of the True Spirit families walked onto the Ten Thousand Spirits Platform one by one.

They knelt down and worshipped the true spirit ancestors they worshipped, and each of them offered a speech full of emotion.

There were even some True Spirit families with a longer history that demonstrated some sacrificial rituals that had long been lost to the outside world, which made Lin Mo in the audience fascinated.

However, when these sacrificial activities that took half a day finally came to an end, that was the real climax of the True Spirit Ceremony - the ranking of each True Spirit family and the redistribution of resources and benefits.

The ancestor of the Long family jumped onto the stone platform again, hid his hands in his sleeves, and said lightly:
"According to ancient teachings, during the Grand Ceremony, every family has the right to challenge other higher-ranking families, and must also accept challenges from lower-ranking families."

"Each of them has one chance. However, the challenger may not challenge a family with more than five members from his own family. If multiple families challenge the same family at the same time, the one with the higher ranking will have the right to challenge."

"Undoubtedly, at this moment, the rankings among our five major families have been completely abolished. We must first conduct a round-robin battle to re-rank the rankings before we can begin the challenge from other families."

"Fairy Lin, Fellow Daoist Lin, please come up to the stage and let's draw lots to determine your opponents for the first round."

"Alas, what is the significance of this lottery? Since I have already fought against the Long family, I know that I am no match for them, so I will naturally choose to withdraw automatically."

"However, I have made some small progress in my practice recently. If I happen to meet Fairy Ye, I wouldn't mind asking her for advice."

A lazy male voice came from the only all-male immortal cultivation family among the five major families.

The person who was speaking was a middle-aged man wearing a dark green robe and a strange silver ring on his head. He had a delicate appearance like a woman.

This person is the third elder of the Lin family among the five major families. It seems that he has had friction with the honorable supreme elder of the Ye family.

Hearing this, the girl from the Ye family who was wearing feathered clothes covered her mouth and chuckled in response:

"If you are kind enough to give me advice, I will naturally accept it. The most interesting thing is that we can compete together."

The young man with long hair just snorted coldly and didn't respond.

Fairy Xiaofeng from the Gu family and the two mature men from the Feng family had no objection to this.

When the elder of the Long family saw this scene, he immediately nodded slightly and gently clapped his hands.

After the applause ended, a guard in golden armor walked up to the Wanling Platform holding a tray.

On the tray was a light yellow bamboo tube with five long and thin bamboo sticks as red as blood, most of which were inserted into the tube.

The bamboo tube is surrounded by a layer of mist-like spiritual energy, and even powerful spiritual consciousness finds it difficult to penetrate the wall of the tube.

"Everyone who is going to compete next, please draw lots first! According to convention, our competition is limited to exchanges between cultivators in the Fusion Stage."

"As for the younger generation of monks, there is no need for them to go on stage and make a fool of themselves. Contestant No. 1 will compete with Contestant No. 3, and Contestant No. 2 will compete with Contestant No. 4."

"Player No. 5 will get a bye and will participate in the winners' group draw later."

The Long family's venerable announced calmly.

"It seems that Brother Long does not intend to draw first, so let me choose one first."

The man in gorgeous clothes from the Feng family showed a sly smile, and did not go up to the Wanling Platform, but watched directly outside the platform.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the bamboo tube from a distance. In an instant, a blood-red bamboo stick flew out, flashed in the air, and fell steadily into his hand.

"Number three!" The man in fancy clothes proudly announced with just a glance at the bamboo stick in his hand.

When the girl in feathered clothes from the Ye family saw this scene, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile, then she raised her arm and pointed at the bamboo tube in the distance.

With a "puff", a silver thread shot out from her fingertips, cutting through the air like lightning, crossing a distance of dozens of feet and reaching the location of the bamboo tube.

Immediately afterwards, another blood-red bamboo stick was gently pulled by one end of the silver thread and immediately flew out, turning into a blood-red light and quickly fell into the girl's hands.

Girl number five said as she looked at the bamboo stick in her hand with a half-smile on her face.

The Ye family's supreme elder actually drew a bye number in one go.

"Senior Lin, do you need me to draw for you?"

Fairy Xiaofeng, who was sitting next to Lin Mo, asked Lin Mo respectfully. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Fairy." Lin Mo answered nonchalantly.

Fairy Xiaofeng nodded slightly, then raised her wrist and a white silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve, tightly wrapped around a bloody bamboo stick, and was quickly retracted into her hand.

"Number four," Fairy Xiaofeng glanced at the bamboo stick in her hand and whispered to Lin Mo beside her this unknown number of good or bad luck.

Lin Mo nodded slightly, with an indifferent expression and said nothing.

At this moment, the male disciple from the Lin family walked onto the stage, took one of the last two blood sticks with a wave of his hand, and coldly reported a number - "one".

As the result was announced, the expressions of the Gu family camp, including the cultivators, suddenly changed in various ways.

Now, the only blood stick that has not been drawn happens to be the second opponent that their Gu family needs to face.

The ancestor of the Long family glanced at the only remaining blood stick in the bamboo tube, stretched out his hand to hold it, then glanced at Lin Mo meaningfully, and then announced to everyone:

"The draw has ended, and the competition is about to begin. As for the specific competition rules and the method of determining the winner, the two participants can decide through negotiation."

"Next, please invite the fellow Taoists from the Lin and Feng families to have the first competition."

"There is no need to compete. We two brothers know that we cannot break Brother Lin's Wood Mirage Technique, so the Feng family is willing to voluntarily admit defeat."

The man in fancy clothes from the Feng family said without hesitation.

Hearing this, the man with long hair had a slight flicker in his eyes, but he showed no surprise.

"Okay, in that case. Then the Feng family will be considered the loser. They will compete with another loser family later. The winner will be eligible to challenge any of the remaining three families."

"If you choose to give up, you can directly get the fourth or fifth place."

"Next, it will be the contest between our Long family and the Gu family. Will Fellow Daoist Lin personally fight for the Gu family? For our Long family, it will be Elder Hui and I."

“Only if you successfully defeat the two of us can you be said to have surpassed our Ye family!”

The Long family patriarch announced in a calm tone while staring at Lin Mo sharply.

"Senior Lin, our Gu family has chosen to give up this competition."

When Fairy Xiaofeng heard this, her expression suddenly became nervous, and she spoke to Lin Mo without hesitation.

She knew very well that even if the Gu family's supreme elder was present in person, it would be impossible for them to defeat the Long family. Therefore, she hoped that Lin Mo could preserve his strength to prepare for subsequent battles.

"A late-stage cultivator? If it's just for sparring, it's worth a try. Since I was promoted to the fusion realm, I have never fought with such a high-level cultivator."

Lin Mo touched his chin and actually said with a smile words that shocked Fairy Xiaofeng and Elder Xiao.

For Lin Mo, this is not a battle of life and death, but rather a good opportunity to understand the true strength of the human race in the late stage of fusion, and see if he can compete with it after his promotion.

Otherwise, at the beginning, he would not have deliberately used the power of his divine consciousness to intimidate Long Dong in order to provoke the ancestor of the Long family.

And if possible, he would not reject the idea of ​​using the words of these cultivators from the True Spirit families to establish his own prestige among the human race.

After all, compared to when he was among alien races, the environment he is in now has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Among the alien races, no matter how powerful he is, he will try to keep a low profile to avoid provoking the murderous intent of the alien race.

However, once you return to your homeland, as long as you can establish your own reputation, you naturally don't need to be as cautious as when you were in a foreign country, and the various benefits, both tangible and intangible, are incalculable.

As for the powerful people in the fusion stage from other True Spirit families, their cultivation level is at most around the middle stage. There is no need to verify it. He firmly believes that he is no match for these people.

At this critical moment, when the hostess of the Gu Mansion's eyes first touched the blue light, her heart trembled instantly, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth involuntarily paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the green light on Lin Mo's body suddenly lit up. He took a sudden step forward and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Then, a figure flashed on the Wanling Platform, and Lin Mo appeared only ten feet away from the ancestor of the Long family. He bowed slightly and said:
"I have just been promoted to the Fusion Stage not long ago, but I have long heard of Brother Long's great name. I hope Brother Long can give me some advice."

"It turns out that it was really Fellow Daoist Lin who represented the Gu family in the battle. I just wonder what the current condition of your disciple Qi Lingzi is like?" The ancestor of the Long family narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly mentioned Qi Lingzi.

Lin Mo was slightly surprised when he heard this, but his expression remained unchanged as he responded calmly:

"Thank you for your concern. My disciple has a lively personality. I have ordered him to find a secluded place to concentrate on his practice. It is expected that he will not appear again in the next few decades."

"That's great. Your disciple is extraordinary and needs to be treated with caution."

"However, if Brother Lin chooses to challenge me at this moment, I'm afraid he has chosen the wrong person. The cultivator of the Long family who will appear in the first round cannot be me."

The ancestor of the Long family said calmly.

Almost at the same time, the space around the ancestor of the Long family fluctuated, and another black figure flashed strangely and said to Lin Mo coldly:
"For the first battle, let me meet you, Daoist Fellow. If you can really defeat me, Daoist Fellow Long will fight you in person."

This unexpected person was none other than the Long family's other supreme guest elder, the black-robed man who was in the middle stage of fusion.

When Lin Mo saw this person, he immediately recalled the hostile look he had given him, so he nodded calmly and agreed:

"Okay, Lin is willing to learn Brother Hui's magical powers first."

When the Long Family Patriarch heard this, a sly smile seemed to flash across his eyes. He said nothing, but a golden light flashed on his body, and he quickly left the Wanling Platform as a golden light. He then gave a loud order:

"Immediately strengthen the power of the ban to ensure that the fight between the two Taoist friends will not affect our disciples."

Upon hearing this, the monks in the valley who were responsible for controlling the protective formation immediately became nervous and began a series of operations.

The flags of various colors that originally surrounded the Wanling Platform suddenly shone brightly!

The huge light shield covering the entire stone platform quickly became more solid after a brief shake. The surface was covered with colorful forbidden runes that moved back and forth on it.

Regardless of whether it was the younger generation of the five major families or other small and medium-sized families, they all became agitated when they saw this situation, and everyone showed excitement on their face.

The opportunity to witness the battle between the fusion stage monks is extremely rare for anyone. Whether it is to broaden your horizons or take this opportunity to learn and comprehend, it is undoubtedly a great opportunity. (End of this chapter)