The preparations for the World's First Spirit Cultivator Conference were in full swing. The core cities of the various states and counties were packed with people, and the Thunderblaze Dynasty was unprecedentedly lively.
On this day, a handsome young man walked into Donglin Town. He was dressed in a black robe and carried a long sword on his back. He looked quite dashing.
He went straight to the entrance of the City Lord's Mansion. This was also the place to register for the World's First Spirit Cultivator Assembly.
It had already been more than a month since the registration began, but there was still a long queue. Although the City Lord's Mansion had already sent out a large number of people, and there were more than ten places where one could register, there were simply too many people!
This was especially true for youths below the four realms of Celestial Being. There were simply too many to count!
The black-clothed youth consciously stood at the back of the group. There were at least two hundred people in front of his group.
Fortunately, it wasn't too troublesome to register. He estimated that it would be his turn in about two hours.
"The popularity of the World's First Spirit Cultivator Conference is truly unexpected," he muttered.
"That's right." Someone had appeared behind the black-clothed young man at some point in time. Naturally, he continued the conversation.
The black-clothed youth turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a wooden skewer hanging from the corner of his mouth. This person's face was black and his teeth were yellow. When he opened his mouth, one could smell the stench of his breath.
However, the black-clothed youth didn't mind. He seemed to be bored and started chatting. "Uncle, are you here to sign up as well?"
"Uncle?
Do I look that old? I'm only a few years older than you. "
The black-faced man said with a face full of dissatisfaction. As he spoke, he even wiped his face, as if trying to make it look whiter.
The black-clothed youth immediately smiled and said, "I was rude. Please don't blame me, big brother."
"That's more like it. My name is Xu Zhi. It feels good to be called big brother. I'm definitely going to befriend you!" Xu Zhi waved his hand with a heroic look.
"So it's Big Brother Xu, I am …" The young man in black paused for a moment before saying his name, "I am Leng Shiqi."
That's right, this black-clothed youth was Leng Shiqi!
After he had arranged everything for the World's First Spirit Cultivator Conference, there was nothing for him to do for the time being. At the very least, he would be fine until the second round of the Imperial Capital.
Even if there was an accident, there would be someone to take care of it.
Ever since he had broken through to the One with the World Realm, the teleportation range of his Fate Skill had expanded to 5,000 miles!
Coupled with the Gu King's wings, he could travel seven to eight thousand miles in a day at full speed!
Of course, Leng Shiqi was not out for sightseeing. He visited all the nine prefectures as fast as he could, and Donglin County was his last destination.
He had three purposes for doing this.
First of all, he was traveling incognito. He did not reveal his identity when he traveled through the nine provinces. Instead, he was secretly observing the behavior of the Dark Thunder Guards.
Secondly, he wanted to greet the Blood Garment Pavilion branches in the nine prefectures so that they could also participate in the World's First Spirit Cultivator Conference.
Moreover, he also discussed with them the order of changing the Blood Garment Pavilion's mission rules, as well as what they should pay attention to.
This matter was requested by the Ink Frost Ghoul, and Leng Shiqi also agreed to it. However, he really did not wish for a big mess to happen within his jurisdiction.
As for the third reason, he also wanted to participate in the World's First Spirit Cultivator Conference!
Leng Shiqi, as the initiator, could not participate in this matter in principle, but it did not mean that he could not use other identities.
Donglin County was the last stop of his trip, and also the first prefecture he had come to after leaving Blood Fog Island. He decided to register in Donglin County.
The reason why he did not casually use a fake name, but used his real name in this life, was that he felt that there was no need to be timid.
In this world, there were very few people who knew that he was Leng Shiqi. At most, some people in the Blood Garment Pavilion branch in Donglin County had heard of this name.
In addition, the Tang family, a first-class force in Donglin County, should also remember this name. After all, Leng Shiqi had killed the genius of the Tang family, Tang Hepu, and was secretly wanted for a period of time.
At the mention of the Tang family, killing intent flashed in Leng Shiqi's heart. Since he had come to Donglin County, he did not mind ending this feud and eliminating a hidden danger.
"Leng Shiqi."
Xu Zhi repeated it twice. "This name is a bit strange. Are you the seventeenth in your family?"
"Brother Xu, you guessed it. In fact, I am an orphan. I was adopted by the Master when I was young. I am the Master's seventeenth disciple, so I got the name," Leng Shiqi replied.
Xu Zhi touched his head and said bitterly, "Don't blame me for mentioning your sad story."
Leng Shiqi waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. Brother Xu, you don't have to take it to heart. I see that your cultivation is profound. I wonder which sect you are from."
Xu Zhi raised his head slightly and said with some pride, "Brother, you can see that my cultivation is profound. You have a good eye.
As for the sect, hehe, to tell you the truth, there is no sect in the world that can catch my eye. "
Hearing this, Leng Shiqi did not know what to say. He could see at a glance that Xu Zhi's cultivation was only in the Spiritual Pulse Realm.
And the spiritual energy in his body was very mixed. He could basically tell that he broke through by force. It was already good enough for someone like him to become a deacon elder in a third-rate sect.
He was clearly a wandering cultivator with no future, yet he was still showing off.
But Leng Shiqi couldn't care less. He was just casually talking to pass the time.
"Brother Xu, you have a heart of mountains and seas. I admire you."
"You're too kind. By the way, who is your master?"
Leng Shiqi hesitated and said, "I can't casually reveal my master, but I feel like old friends with Brother Xu at first sight. I can't bear to lie to you.
My master is the Wave Island Sword Monarch! "
Xu Zhi was stunned. Not because of anything else, but because he had never heard of this Wave Island Sword Monarch!
However, seeing Leng Shiqi's cherished look and the title of "Sword Monarch", Xu Zhi guessed that Leng Shiqi must have an extraordinary background. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother, you are the disciple of the Wave Island Sword Monarch? I am so envious."
Leng Shiqi laughed in his mind. He didn't just randomly make up the title "Wave Island Sword Monarch". He used it to cover his own identity.
The Wave Island Sword Monarch was actually a powerful wandering cultivator from overseas. He was in the Sky Origin Stage!
It was said that he once sat alone on an isolated island for dozens of years to learn a trace of sword intent. In the end, he reached the Sky Origin Stage.
On that day, Sword Will soared into the sky, and waves surged into the sky, directly engulfing that island.
That was why he was called the Wave Island Sword Monarch.
The Wave Island Sword Monarch had always been a mystery. In fact, according to the Dark Thunder Guards, he had died in a dangerous place. It was just that outsiders didn't know about it.
Moreover, the Dark Thunder Guards also collected his corpse and even accidentally obtained a part of his Inherited Cultivation Method. Unfortunately, it was only broken.
When Leng Shiqi found out about this, he secretly cultivated the incomplete technique left behind by the Wave Island Sword Monarch and disguised himself as his disciple.
The Wave Island Sword Monarch was a spirit cultivator from overseas and had disappeared for dozens of years. As long as the Wave Island Sword Monarch's close relatives didn't appear, Leng Shiqi was confident that no one would be able to see through his disguise.
Time passed as Leng Shiqi and Xu Zhi talked back and forth. When it was Xu Zhi's turn, the person on duty handed him a pen and said, "Write down your name, origin, cultivation, and who your master is."
He waved the pen and wrote down his name, "Leng Shiqi!"