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Chapter 1417: The Holy Land Assembly

"Do you think it’s possible to do this?" The Futu leader asked.

"If we don’t try, how will we know?" Xiao Zheng replied with a smile.

The Futu leader was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Although Futu can’t participate in the battle, we can still lend a bit of strength. Later, you can take Dugu Baitian away."

Xiao Zheng frowned and said, "Dugu Baitian is your hallmark in Futu. In everyone’s eyes, he is Futu. How is him going any different from Futu participating in the battle?"

The Futu leader smiled and said, "No problem, by the time we put makeup on Dugu Baitian, you can say he is a loose cultivator friend you made, won’t that be fine?"

Xiao Zheng nodded upon hearing this.

Futu is unwilling to get involved in the affairs of the Martial Arts World, and by the same token, the Martial Arts World wouldn’t want any conflict with Futu.

Dugu Baitian has a chance of being discovered when he participates in the battle under a hidden identity, but even if those in the Martial Arts World discover it, to avoid escalating the conflict, they probably won’t make a fuss.

Moreover, Dugu Baitian is already a Martial Saint now, his participation is indeed a major boost for this trip to Qingcheng Mountain.

"Thank you very much."

Xiao Zheng said solemnly.

"Wish you success." The Futu leader said with a smile.

Xiao Zheng nodded.

Subsequently, the Futu leader called over Black Rose and Bai Mudan, instructing them to go to the depths of the Futu Base and bring over Dugu Baitian, who is in seclusion for cultivation, to inform him of the decision.

Dugu Baitian didn’t hesitate, agreeing immediately. He is also a Huaxia native, and although there’s a bit of a divide between the Martial Arts World and the secular world, he doesn’t wish to see the Huaxia Martial Arts World oppressed by foreign races.

Xiao Zheng was overjoyed; having Dugu Baitian is equivalent to having a mighty general. Then, he bid farewell to the Futu leader and left the Futu Base with Dugu Baitian, returning to Sky Net to begin preparations to depart for Qingcheng Mountain the next day.

The next morning, Xiao Zheng, Long Qie, Titan, Evil Eyes, and Dugu Baitian, five people in total, boarded the fighter jet and headed towards Qingcheng Mountain.

For this operation, they didn’t plan to bring many people; a few experts are enough. Bringing too many people could complicate the situation if conflict arises. Conversely, only having a few experts enables them to either attack or retreat, gaining significant advantage.

In no time, the fighter jet arrived at Qingcheng Mountain.

Qingcheng Mountain, historically known as the "world’s most serene", is also one of Taoist’s paradises, holding an important position throughout Huaxia’s history. Legend has it that the Taoist ancestor, Zhang Daoling, once used this mountain as a dojo and even fought demons here, leaving many relics.

In the past, Xiao Zheng always thought these stories were mere legends, but as his realm rose higher, his strength grew stronger, and he encountered more things, he gradually discovered that some myths and legends in history might really have occurred, perhaps created by powerful martial artists.

This day, Qingcheng Mountain was bustling with crowds; sect leaders, elders, renowned figures of various sizes from the Martial Arts World, and many powerful loose cultivators had come here.

However, despite the bustling crowds, the defenses were very tight. Every mountain pass had Qingcheng Sect disciples guarding them. They looked serious, their aura fierce; if you don’t present an invitation, don’t even think about entering.

Of course, Xiao Zheng and his team didn’t have an invitation.

So, at the first mountain gate, they were stopped.

Four Qingcheng Sect disciples looked at them mockingly, sneering, "Do you really think any random cats and dogs can enter our sacred land? Today’s assembly is a sect conference, not a marketplace. If you want to watch the commotion, go to the marketplace."

Long Qie smiled playfully and said, "Perhaps, under certain circumstances, even without an invitation, we can get in."

The Qingcheng Sect disciple showed a look of disgust, saying, "What, you want to persistently force your way in? This is Qingcheng Mountain, a sacred martial arts land. If you cause trouble here, you’d better think about the consequences."

"Heh."

Long Qie smiled.

Then—

Bang!

A surge of power exploded from him, the energy was terrifying, sweeping across the mountains at that moment, making those Qingcheng Sect disciples feel a terrifying pressure immediately.

"You... what do you want to do?" They screamed with pale faces, retreating continuously.

"Are you implying that we Huaxia powerhouses, who have reached the quasi-Martial Saint Realm, don’t have the qualification to attend the sacred land’s sect conference? Aren’t you underestimating us a bit?" Long Qie looked down at the Qingcheng Sect disciples like an ant, speaking indifferently.

The gathering on Qingcheng Mountain today had caught many people’s attention early on; countless martial arts experts had already gathered around.

They were startled upon hearing the words "quasi-Martial Saint". The quasi-Martial Saint, with the word "Saint" attached, had already stepped into the forest of true powerhouses, vastly different from any ordinary Grandmaster, terrifyingly strong.

Even in a sacred martial arts land, a quasi-Martial Saint could hold the highest position, with even the Holy Land Sect Master needing to treat him with respect.

Right now, at the Qingcheng Sect’s mountain gate, a quasi-Martial Saint had unexpectedly arrived, and this quasi-Martial Saint seemed to have no invitation, so why did he come here?

Every one’s spine chilled.

Chilling thoughts!

Then their attention turned to the four people behind Long Qie, who stood with calm expressions, without making a move, each with an aura as deep as an abyss, seemingly not weaker than Long Qie!

"These people seem terrifying, what do they want here?"

"Does anyone recognize them? Who are they?"

"Wait... the person standing in the center looks so familiar, I think I’ve seen him..."

Numerous martial arts experts stared at the mountain gate, whispering among themselves, their eyes showing curiosity, surprise, and concern.

"You... even if you’re a quasi-Martial Saint, without an invitation or permission, you’re not qualified to enter! This is Qingcheng Mountain, a sacred martial arts land!"

The mountain gate disciples, seeing the crowd gathered and thinking of the land’s dignity, turned green and white, finally shouting loudly at Long Qie.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere subtly changed. Although many martial arts experts didn’t speak, their eyes flashed with hidden anger.

In the Martial Arts World, powerhouses are respected.

Even a sacred martial arts land must follow this unwritten rule.

These various martial arts forces might not possess the heritage of a sacred land, but the occasional emergence of one or two powerhouses remains a possibility. It is precisely because of these sect powerhouses that they maintain dignity in the face of a sacred land.