214: Chapter 214 Sect Leader's Discussion

Seeing this, Ye Jing became increasingly certain that there was something inside.

Since he couldn't get close for now, he could only keep watch on the outskirts; Ye Jing wanted to see how long the Xuanyou Sect could remain holed up inside.

With this in mind, Ye Jing simply lurked nearby patiently, while sending out other demon insects to keep an eye on the situation of the various Sect Cultivators in the vicinity.

At this moment, Fan Lang of the Lingxiao Sect had an ashen face, appearing somewhat displeased.

Sitting in the Sect Master's tent, he asked with a fake smile, "Have the Sect Masters finished their discussion? How many Foundation Establishment Disciples will be taken to the Minghai Realm?"

At this point, Murong Xiao, the Sect Master of the Ganglei Sect, immediately said, "What is there to discuss? Naturally, however many Foundation Establishment Disciples a Sect has, that's how many they should bring in!"

He spoke with great pride in his Sect's strength; he was the strongest among these Sect Masters. The Disciples of the Ganglei Sect were all Thunder Attribute Spell Cultivators, and their temperaments were extremely fierce and irascible.

Yun Ling, on the other hand, sat most calmly to one side drinking tea, not saying a word.

A beautiful female Cultivator in white with snowy skin spoke up: "Sect Master Murong, that wouldn't be fair. Everyone knows your Sect has numerous Foundation Establishment Disciples and many Elders. If you all go in, I'll be left with nothing but scraps!"

She was the Sect Master of the Frost Moon Sect, Gui Suer, with a Golden Core Early Stage cultivation. Her Sect's Disciples were all female, and they were all Pill-vessel Cultivators specialized in using Magical Artifacts.

Although they were fewer in number than the Ganglei Sect, every one of them was meticulous, their Magical Artifacts were exquisite, and their combat power was not to be underestimated.

Hearing this, Murong Xiao raised an eyebrow as thunderous light flickered around him. His tone carried a hint of impatience; like Fan Lang, he was a Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivator, and his presence was naturally overbearing.

"Sect Master Gui, the dangers of the Minghai Realm are unknown, and the Xuanyou Sect is watching us like a tiger. We must rely on strength! My Ganglei Sect has many Disciples and great strength—what's unfair about that?"

Gui Suer's white robes trembled slightly under the pressure suddenly released by Murong Xiao.

However, she still maintained a faint, smiling tenderness on her face, merely stroking a string of jade bracelets on her wrist.

"Sect Master Murong has such a grand Aura," she said softly.

"It's just that the exact location of the Minghai Realm entrance hasn't been fully found, and the Xuanyou Sect is hiding in the shadows. If we fight until we're bloodied here, wouldn't we be playing right into those evil Cultivators' hands?"

Yun Ling, who had been silent on the side, watched quietly as they argued incessantly.

The Qingyun Sect's strength was at the bottom among these Sects, making it hard for him to get a word in. Even though he was the first to discover that the Xuanyou Sect had found the entrance to the Minghai Realm, all he wanted was stability and safety.

He said, "There is no need for you two to argue. The Restriction of the Minghai Realm is unique; the cultivation of anyone entering will be suppressed to the Foundation Establishment Stage. Having more people may not necessarily be an advantage."

Murong Xiao frowned. "Sect Master Yun Ling, what do you mean? My Ganglei Sect's Foundation Establishment Cultivators are the best among all Sects. Could that possibly be a disadvantage?"

"Naturally, it is not a disadvantage."

Yun Ling looked up, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone. "It is just that the entrance is narrow. Once it opens, there will inevitably be a crowded chaotic battle. Too many people might actually cause one to lose their footing."

"Exactly. It would be better if each Sect only sends seven people. Besides, even with our combined Golden Core strength, we won't be able to keep the entrance open for long," Fan Lang spoke up.

"Seven people?!"

Murong Xiao immediately slammed the table and stood up. "My Ganglei Sect has dozens of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, yet only seven are allowed to enter? Is this not an attempt to suppress us?"

"So what? If all your Ganglei Sect Cultivators go in, then as Sect Master Gui said, we really would be left with nothing but scraps!" Fan Lang said bluntly.

During this meeting, the various Sect Masters argued incessantly over how many people should enter.

In particular, the two Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivators both stood their ground with their own reasoning.

However, this entrance required several Golden Core Cultivators to open it together, and everyone had their own hidden agendas.

After arguing for a long time, Yun Ling spoke up and cupped his hands. "Everyone, why not listen to me? Let each Sect send a maximum of seven Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and they must be overseen by one Elder from within the Sect."

"As for those entering, we should seek quality over quantity."

"Priority should be given to those skilled in formation scouting, tracking, and combat."

Fan Lang snorted coldly, finding Yun Ling's hypocritical act of presenting his own suggestion disgusting. But there was no other way now, so he just asked Murong Xiao, "That was my intention! What do you all think?"

Gui Suer's eyes darted around, and she immediately smiled. "This plan is not bad; I have no objections."

Seeing that the Qingyun Sect Master's proposal was sound, the other Sect Masters also voiced their agreement.

Murong Xiao's expression remained ugly, but he understood that with Fan Lang and Yun Ling working in tandem, the tone had been set. To argue further would only lead to isolation.

He gave a heavy cold snort and withdrew his lightning power. "Fine! Eight people it is! Even if my Ganglei Sect only sends eight Disciples, our combat power will still be stronger than others!"

"But let me make this clear: the opportunities and treasures within the Minghai Realm will be claimed by whoever has the ability. No one should think about playing dirty tricks in secret!"

An imperceptible cold smile curled the corner of Fan Lang's mouth.

Claimed by whoever has the ability?

Once they truly entered the Minghai Realm, whether they were dragons or snakes would no longer be up to them.

The argument was settled with this verbal agreement.

Meanwhile, at the Xuanyou Sect.

Three months later.

Xuan Ming looked at the human-skin-like Pill-vessel in the Blood Pool, upon which ghosts shrieked and trembled incessantly. He shouted with some excitement.

"Success! Success! This final Sacrificial Vessel is finally complete!"

Ku Mu waved the withered wooden staff in his hand, which suddenly lengthened and transformed into a ghostly hand that grabbed the Pill-vessel.

He said, "Since the Sacrificial Vessel is forged, destroy the Blood Pool and report back to the Sect Leader!"

"Yes!"

Xuan Ming complied and gestured for his subordinates to follow them out. He tossed a Talismanic Incantation into the boiling Blood Pool.

The Blood Pool ignited spontaneously without fire, then rapidly vaporized and vanished, until even the slightest scent of blood was gone.

Having lurked there for a long time, Ye Jing finally saw the people from the Xuanyou Sect deactivate the mountain-protecting grand formation.

He hastily transformed into a wisp of breeze and followed them silently.

The people from the Xuanyou Sect rushed through the forest toward its center at extreme speed, completely failing to notice someone tracking them secretly from behind.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they crossed several mountains and arrived at a village.

Ye Jing saw that the village was just an ordinary mountain village hidden deep in the mountains, but as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Ye Jing keenly smelled a scent of blood coming from inside.

He feared this village had already become a ghost village.

Xuan Ming and Ku Mu walked at the very front, surrounded by a gloomy mist, followed by several black-clad Cultivators from the Xuanyou Sect.

"The Sect Leader is already waiting in the secret land. The Sacrificial Vessels are all forged; only the final step remains to open the entrance to the Minghai Realm."

Ku Mu's raspy voice drifted through the forest, devoid of any human warmth.

"Those fools from the various Sects would never imagine that while they are squabbling, we will have already entered the Minghai Realm. That demon god inheritance will belong only to our Xuanyou Sect!"

Xuan Ming smiled triumphantly.

Ku Mu leaned on his staff and glanced at Xuan Ming, then said raspily, "Indeed, Xuan Ming. This time the Sect Leader specifically chose you to be the formation eye; do not let the Sect Leader down!"

Xuan Ming hurriedly said, "Naturally. Once we succeed this time, I will certainly lead men to annihilate that damned Ye family! To vent this frustration of mine!"

As they spoke, the two entered a seemingly dilapidated ancestral hall at the deepest part of the village.

There sat a frail-looking man in a long robe, leisurely drinking tea.

Were it not for the intense Blood Qi emanating from him, no one would have guessed that this young man was the Sect Leader of the Xuanyou Sect, Xuan Yin, who was already four hundred years old.

"The seven Realm Keys, are they all gathered?"

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, they are all forged!" Xuan Ming knelt and prostrated himself, his voice unable to hide his excitement.