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Chapter 240: The Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition Begins, Immortal Alliance
More than a hundred years have passed in the Dongyuan Realm, and more than a year has passed in the Cangyun Realm.

The time has come for the Wanzong Qianlong Competition to officially begin.

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

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

From the beginning of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition until its end, all the holy places and disciples of various sects have left, and all logistics are guaranteed by the Biluo Sect.

In exchange, every hundred years, the Biluo Sect would receive a considerable reward from the major holy places, including the Taixuan Holy Land.

The Taixuan Holy Land has been secluded from the world for a long time and has no fresh blood. It has not participated in such grand events as the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition for a long time. However, when Geng Yiyang was in power, he would send some elixirs and magic weapons on time.

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

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

The words in the message were very polite, asking Chu Zheng to come out and attend the opening ceremony of the Wanzong Qianlong Competition.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng stopped refining his spiritual energy and stood up to leave his retreat.

Chu Zheng had known about the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition since he first entered the Cang Yun Realm.

Ten years passed in a flash. Including the years when he was incarnated and experienced tribulations, he had experienced hundreds of cold and hot seasons. Now, when he thought back to the days in the Song Mansion, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

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Outside the secret room, there was a Taixuan disciple on duty. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his cultivation had already reached the level of Taoism.

"Taixuan Inner Gate, Lang Jing, I pay my respects to 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 Taixuan disciple regards Chu Zheng as a benchmark.

"Has there been any unusual incidents in Wanlong City recently?"

Chu Zheng asked casually. After more than a year of seclusion, something big must have happened in Wanlong City, a place where all kinds of people gather.

"Nothing major has happened recently."

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

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

"Holy Lord, do you want to inform my wife?"

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

Song Lingxue's status in Taixuan Holy Land is somewhat special. She does not have a specific position, but she is Chu Zheng's first wife, and all Taixuan disciples during this period of time call her Madam.

Chu Zheng was about to speak when a figure came over from a distance. She was dressed in light green robes, had a slender figure, and her hair was tied up with a magic hairpin, revealing her beautiful eyebrows and eyes. At this moment, her eyes were dim and there was no joy on her face.

"Ayane Xue."

There was a hint of smile in Chu Zheng's eyes. For him, it had been a hundred years since he last saw Song Lingxue, and his mood was inevitably a little up and down at this moment.

"Want to go out?"

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

If no one had delivered the message, Chu Zheng might not have come out yet.

Chu Zheng vaguely sensed that Song Lingxue's mood was a little off, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he nodded and smiled:

"I received a message from the Biluo Sect, inviting me to attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. You will go with me."

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

The time she could spend with Chu Zheng was already limited, and Chu Zheng's retreat this time lasted more than a year.

The Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition will not last long. As the Holy Lord of Taixuan, Chu Zheng will probably have a lot of trivial matters to attend to in the days ahead, and the time they can spend alone will become less and less.

The time she would stay in Cang Yun had completely entered the countdown.

Chu Zheng looked at Song Lingxue, who seemed to be a little listless, with a gleam of light in her eyes, but he did not find anything unusual. He was a little puzzled: "Why are you worried?"

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

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 useless to me, you can 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's hand and walked towards the center of Wanlong City.

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It is still early and the dawn is just beginning to appear.

The center of Wanlong City was already surrounded by 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 chairs on it. They are red, white, black, yellow and green, representing the five holy places in the southern region.

There was no one on the high platform, but many figures had gathered in front of the Immortal Palace. They were all elders of the holy land and famous figures from the true immortal family.

And the two special envoys from the Martial Palace, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning.

The two men looked very good, their faces flushed, and they chatted and laughed with the people around them, completely dispelling the previous awkwardness.

Obviously, during the time they were in the Cangyun Realm, they had a lot of interactions with these immortal sects.

A red shadow streaked across the void and landed in front of the Immortal Palace.
Song Lingxue didn't want to have any contact with these people and stayed outside the venue.

Chu Zheng glanced at the people in front of him and his gaze stopped on Bai Zhixiao, who was dressed in a black robe.

As the only powerful person in the field who has stepped into the secret realm of immortal tribulation, and also the Holy Lord Taixu, he stood among the crowd like the moon surrounded by stars.

"Have you entered the realm of Tongxuan?"

The moment their eyes met, a trace of horror suddenly flashed in Bai Zhixiao's eyes.

Over the past year, Wanlong City has been peaceful and calm, with no disturbances. The Hidden Dragon List has remained unchanged for a long time, and few people in the Holy Land have paid attention to it in recent times.

Therefore, only a few people knew that Chu Zheng had entered the Tongxuan realm.

Hearing Bai Zhixiao's voice, everyone around was stunned. Looking at the unconcealed aura beside Chu Zheng, after they reacted, the same horror emerged in their expressions.

Tongxuan realm, fake immortal! The masters of the holy land in the past have never escaped from this realm.

Among the many holy places, Tongxuan cultivators are absolutely the top figures. Most of these people are now fighting on battlefields outside the domain, and only a handful of them remain in the Cangyun Realm.

Chu Zheng's cultivation has completely surpassed them, and he has become a true Saint Lord-level figure!
Bai Zhixiao felt a chill in his heart. Among the people present, he was undoubtedly the one who knew Chu Zheng best. He had personally investigated all the information about Chu Zheng.

It has only been ten years since Chu Zheng entered the immortal path, just ten years!

It takes ten years to reach the level of Mastery. Even Zhao Tingxian at that time did not have such a terrifying speed of cultivation. It took him nearly a hundred years to go from the stage of Divine Infant to the stage of Mastery. How could he have achieved such an extreme speed?
Could it be that this person will take a hundred years to become an immortal? ! 'A monster, it must be a monster! '

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

It’s not that he is afraid of Chu Zheng’s cultivation, but such a terrifying speed of cultivation has completely overturned his cognition.

No matter how extraordinary one's talent is, it shouldn't be possible to go against common sense like this. As his cultivation level increases, his progress is getting faster and faster!
For a moment, there was a strange silence in front of the Fairy Palace.

"Saint Lord Taixuan is worthy of being the top of the Cangyun Hidden Dragon List. He is truly amazing."

Xie Xingzhong laughed loudly, breaking the silence: "Young people are formidable. With such a genius born in the immortal way, why should we worry about the immortal way not flourishing?"

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

Everyone around came back to their senses, and began to congratulate, bowing and unconsciously lowering their posture.

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord Taixuan for entering the Tongxuan Secret Realm. It will be just around the corner for you to overcome the tribulation and become an immortal!"

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord Taixuan for entering Tongxuan and making a further step forward in the path of immortality. Taixuan will flourish!"

Chu Zheng stared at Bai Zhixiao, his expression showing no emotion, and waved his hand:

"It was just a fluke. You are too polite. In the immortal way, you are all my predecessors. There is no need to be polite."

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

After he finished speaking, he slowly walked forward, preparing to climb onto the high platform in front of the fairy palace.

"Holy Lord Taixu, wait a minute."

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

Nowadays, except for Bai Zhixiao and Chu Zheng, the other saints are all outside the domain. This old man's cultivation has reached the level of Tongxuan, and he is obviously the current ruler of Yuanling Holy Land.

"Shang Liangyi? What do you want?"

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

His mood had been disturbed by the news of Chu Zheng's entry into Tongxuan. He had lost his usual calmness, and there was a hint of restlessness in his words.

"Saint Taixuan is the top of the list of potential dragons in Cangyun Realm, the most powerful genius in the contemporary Cangyun Realm, and the master of a holy land. How about letting Saint Taixuan preside over the opening ceremony? What do you think?"

Shang Liangyi's expression was calm, without any ripples, but his words were shocking.

When the people around heard this, they all looked at each other with hesitant expressions.

Taking the stage at the opening ceremony is equivalent to hosting the Wanzong Qianlong Competition, which is of extraordinary significance.

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

Being the boss in such situations often means being the number one person in the Cang Yun Realm.

Today, Bai Zhixiao is indeed the number one person in the Cang Yun Realm, both in terms of cultivation and status.

But Shang Liangyi's words are somewhat intriguing, as it is equivalent to sending a signal of taking sides.

Standing 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 smiled slightly, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Call him and suggest that Chu Zheng go on stage in his place?
This is a great shame and humiliation! How dare Shang Liangyi do this? !
With Shang Liangyi's current level of cultivation, he could crush him to death with just one finger!
"Saint Taixu, you are too kind. We are all old men. This era should be handed over to the hands of young people."

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

"Now that several great saints are fighting outside the domain, you are the only one who has returned to Cangyun. Aren't you here to enjoy your retirement? Isn't it good to save some energy?"

There were a few gasps all around. The words were plain but revealingly sarcastic, mocking Bai Zhixiao for being afraid of death and greedy for life. This was almost a falling out.

Hearing this, Bai Zhixiao quickly pulled himself out of his anger, regained his composure, and looked at Shang Liangyi:
"Is this what the Yuanling Holy Land means?"

If no one instructed him, Shang Liangyi would never dare to do so. I think it was because Saint Lord Yuanling gave him some instructions when they were on the battlefield outside the domain.

This may include making friends with the government of Chu.

"Now, I am in charge of Yuanling Holy Land, so my words are naturally what Yuanling Holy Land means."

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

After he finished speaking, he looked around and asked, "What do you think?"

He did not give anyone a chance to breathe and forced everyone around him to make a decision immediately.

The relationship between Taixuan Holy Land and Taixu Holy Land has long been as hostile as fire and water, and everyone in the world knows it.

If you don't agree at this moment, 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...it couldn't be easier to decide.

Chu Zheng is not even thirty years old yet. If Bai Zhixiao had not relied on the strange changes in heaven and earth to enter the secret realm of immortality, he would be near the end of his life at this moment. His potential is fully visible.

Everyone present had already made up their minds about the importance of the two.

"I, the Song clan of the Eastern Region, agree."

"Tianque Holy Land, agrees."

"Jinli Holy Land, I agree."

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

The remaining 30% never spoke a word to help the Taixu Holy Land. They 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 saying that, he urged calmly, "Saint Taixuan, please come on stage, don't miss the good time."

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

From beginning to end, Chu Zheng stood quietly aside, his mood was calm and his thoughts were far away.

In his eyes, this Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition no longer had much weight.

Shang Liangyi smiled, looked at Chu Zheng, and raised his hand to signal: "Please ask the Holy Lord Taixuan to come on stage as soon as possible."

Chu Zheng came back to his senses and bowed apologetically: "I will not refuse the kindness of all the seniors."

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

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

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

Song Lingqing.

(End of this chapter)