42: Candidates for the Immortal Gate Conference

The Immortal Sect Tournament.

It was the perfect opportunity for the Immortal Gate Hundred Families to display their strength.

If a sect could win first place,

They would naturally earn the respect of the Immortal Gate Hundred Families!

Establishing an Immortal Supervisorate to govern the various Immortal Sects would also be perfectly reasonable!

Li Changfeng slowly opened his eyes, and his vision gradually cleared.

"Master, how are you feeling?" Nan Qingyue moved lightly and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I feel much better after a good sleep." Li Changfeng smiled.

Who exactly was that old man?

It seemed he knew many things!

Perhaps that old man and Baiyi Luo knew each other!

"Oh, right, when does the Immortal Sect Tournament start?"

"In previous Immortal Sect Tournaments, which disciples did the Divine Sword Sect send?"

Li Changfeng lowered his head and thought for a moment. The Divine Sword Sect definitely had to participate in the Immortal Sect Tournament!

Now, the Divine Sword Sect's leadership had changed.

He had become the Young Sect Leader.

Therefore!

The Divine Sword Sect must shine brightly at the Immortal Sect Tournament.

"The Immortal Sect Tournament is in three months, and this year's location is Pingliang."

"In previous years, it was always the two Shen Family brothers, and the top five disciples on the Divine Sword Sect's battle ranking list."

Nan Qingyue lowered her head and thought.

In previous years, the Divine Sword Sect relied on its top five disciples from the battle ranking list to participate in the Immortal Sect Tournament.

But their rankings were never good.

The Divine Sword Sect's best result was only third place.

"Shen Qingqiu and Shen Qiu aren't here, so who else is in the top five on the battle ranking list?" Li Changfeng frowned.

"No one else. Besides Situ Jiu, all the other disciples are direct disciples of the Sect Leader and the Grand Elder."

"The Sect Leader is not here."

"The Grand Elder has already died."

"These disciples naturally have no reason to stay here anymore."

When Nan Qingyue said this, she frowned and let out a long sigh.

There was nothing that could be done about it.

Wei Donghai and Lü Liang had strong influence in the Divine Sword Sect.

Of course, they also had some loyal disciples, and these disciples would naturally not follow Li Changfeng.

"Qingyue, go find Zhang Qing, Situ Jiu, and Nie Mingjue," Li Changfeng sat in the main seat.

He picked up the teacup in front of him, his face grim, lost in thought.

"Yes, Master." Nan Qingyue nodded and responded.

Immediately, she dared not delay and left directly with light steps.

Li Changfeng gently blew on the tea, then took a sip.

Only three months left until the Immortal Sect Tournament?

Time really passed quickly!

From this northern region straight to Pingliang, three months was just barely enough time to arrive.

It seemed they had to set off quickly!

"Young Sect Leader, you called for me!" After Situ Jiu entered the side room, he immediately knelt on one knee.

He cupped his hands, looking very respectful.

"Young Master Li." Zhang Qing cupped his hands.

"Sect Leader Li." Nie Mingjue said respectfully.

"Master." Nan Qingyue saluted.

"Everyone's here? Please sit down!" Li Changfeng extended his hand, making a gesture of invitation.

The four were not polite.

They immediately sat down.

"You've all heard that the Immortal Sect Tournament is about to begin. What are your thoughts?" Li Changfeng asked curiously.

"If we can maintain a top three position this year, I'll be satisfied." Situ Jiu sighed.

Li Changfeng nodded, "Zhang Qing, what about you?"

"I'm not interested, all I want to do is kill you and avenge the Grand Elder!" Zhang Qing's face was grim, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Zhang Qing looked at Li Changfeng, and his mind immediately replayed the scene of Lü Liang's death.

His heart trembled, and he couldn't calm down.

If he had the chance, he would definitely kill Li Changfeng!

"Good, as long as you can win first place in the arena competition, you can take my life." Li Changfeng smiled faintly.

The Immortal Sect Tournament rules state that only five disciples are allowed to participate from each sect.

First, there is a five-person team competition.

Killing demonic beasts within the barrier according to point rankings.

After that is the arena competition, where winning first place brings glory to the sect!

"Good, you said it!" Zhang Qing's lips curved into a smirk, and he held his head high, "Young Master Li, don't worry, I will definitely get first place in the arena competition."

"And then take your life!"

"By then, you better not regret it!"

Li Changfeng's lips curved into a smile; he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Alright, if you have the ability, you can!"

The prerequisite is that you have to get first place in the arena competition!

But this time, I'll secretly participate too, let's see how you'll get first place!

Haha, isn't that too wicked?

"Master, don't agree!" Nan Qingyue frowned.

"What? What are you afraid of?" Li Changfeng asked, puzzled.

"If Zhang Qing wins first place in the arena competition, wouldn't that be...!" Nan Qingyue sighed.

Master, you absolutely cannot have anything happen to you!

The Divine Sword Sect relies on you!

"Nie Mingjue, I'm having you participate in this Immortal Sect Tournament. Any problems?" Li Changfeng asked again.

"Sect Leader Li, no problem." Nie Mingjue cupped his hands, looking very respectful.

"Situ Jiu." Li Changfeng called out.

"Young Sect Leader, this disciple is willing to go!" Situ Jiu cupped his hands, his expression serious.

"Good, in that case, let's depart immediately! Straight to Pingliang!" Li Changfeng slowly stood up.

The Divine Sword Sect was merely the third-ranked in the world.

But this time at the Immortal Sect Tournament,

He was determined to make the Divine Sword Sect rank first in the world; that was what Li Changfeng wanted to do!

"But, Master, this disciple still has a question." Nan Qingyue couldn't help but interrupt.

This Immortal Sect Tournament was not for playing around.

The Divine Sword Sect only had one disciple from its top five battle ranking list, Situ Jiu.

Going to the Immortal Sect Tournament with such a team...

Wouldn't that just be giving away points?

"Speak." Li Changfeng turned his head.

"The Immortal Sect Tournament requires a sect to send five disciples, but we only have four people now!" Nan Qingyue frowned.

Now they didn't even have enough people.

And they were talking about taking first place!

This was simply dreaming!

"Who said it's not enough?" Li Changfeng's face was grim.

"Young Sect Leader? Do you still have a backup plan?" Situ Jiu was even more curious and continued to press.

"Yes, Sect Leader Li, there are only four of us in this room right now." Nan Qingyue didn't understand.

Master must have been confused from sleep.

How could there be five people?

Could it be that he couldn't count anymore?

"Me, of course, there's still me." Li Changfeng held his head high.

He stepped forward directly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Ah? Master? You?" Nan Qingyue was stunned.

"No way, is the Sect Leader going to personally participate?" Situ Jiu was puzzled.

"There's a rule in the Immortal Sect Tournament that the Sect Leader cannot participate? Since I haven't exceeded eighteen years of age, it's naturally reasonable for me to participate in the Immortal Sect Tournament." Li Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back.

Nan Qingyue nodded vigorously; she understood instantly.

This was a good idea!

Master's strength was formidable, and there was no way any other disciple could compare.

"In that case, the Divine Sword Sect will definitely take first place!" Zhang Qing's eyes lit up.

Who could defeat Master!