It was dusk at the moment. The blood-red sun was setting in the west.
The warm afterglow shone on Wang Yan's fair and delicate face, giving him a faint glow.
Between heaven and earth, the clouds were burned into a brilliant orange-red by the afterglow of the setting sun.
Contrasting with the setting sun, it was magnificent and magical.
Just then, a tall figure slowly walked towards Wang Yan, finally stopping in front of him.
"Young Master Bai."
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, "I don't have a Young Master Bai here, only Xiao Bai."
As he spoke, he pointed at Bai Ruxue, who was standing respectfully behind him, "Are you calling him?"
"I forgot to tell you, he is my slave."
Even though Han Qianjue already knew everything, he could not help but be shocked after hearing Wang Yan's words.
The dignified son of a Martial Saint, an outstanding talent among the younger generation of the Jinling Dynasty, was now willing to be a slave and be ordered around by others.
"Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself by doing this?"
Wang Yan smiled faintly, "Life is so short, if I don't do something spectacular, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
As he spoke, Wang Yan slowly stood up and looked directly at Han Qianjue.
"Everyone will die eventually, what's there to be afraid of?"
He looked at Wang Yan, squinting his eyes and gazing into the distance, not the slightest bit interested in communicating with him.
Han Qianjue felt that he was asking for a snub, his eyes could not help but turn cold, "Although you are happy now, not long after …"
"You don't need to worry about that, you should think about how to get a good result in the Nine Sects Competition."
Looking deeply at Wang Yan, Han Qianjue turned around and left.
The flash of murderous intent in his eyes was hidden deep in his eyes.
Cold-Blooded Tie did not communicate with Wang Yan the whole time, he did not even look at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan also understood Coldblood's difficulties regarding his reaction.
After all, to enslave the son of a Prime Warrior saint was already a path of no return.
It could even be said that he was already halfway through the journey of courting death.
Cold-Blooded Tie's way of doing things was because he didn't want to bring trouble upon himself. He might as well play it safe.
…
With the Blue Back Blood Eagle's speed, the Star Sect was already in sight at noon on the second day.
As the number one Star Sect among the Nine Sects, its location was much better than that of the Sun Sect.
Although it was still built on the mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery was pleasant, and it was like spring all year round.
However, the density of the star power here was much higher than that of the Sun Sect.
"What do you think?"
As the Blue Back Blood Eagle slowly descended, Cold-Blooded Tie, who had zero interaction with Wang Yan, suddenly came to his side.
Hearing this, Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an extremely surprised look.
"Second Elder dares to talk to me?"
Instantly, Cold-Blooded Tie's white eyebrows furrowed, his frightening eyes staring straight at Wang Yan.
"Kid, what do you mean?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little surprised."
Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Yan looked at the Star Sect under his feet that was getting bigger and bigger.
"Not bad, at least it's stronger than the Sun Sect."
Cold-Blooded Tie's breathing instantly stopped. "Kid, I'm asking about the competition of the Nine Sects. How confident are you!"
Wang Yan suddenly understood and laughed softly. "This … I don't have much confidence."
"The Sect Leader once said that even if you don't get into the top three, you have to at least squeeze into the top ten!"
Cold-Blooded Tie coldly threw down this sentence and walked far away.
…
At the entrance of the Star Sect, it was currently packed with people.
Noises and discussions were endless, entering the ears of everyone.
As far as the eye could see, it was a dense mass of people. It could truly be said to be a sea of people.
After stopping and observing for a while, Wang Yan understood the rules here.
Although it was the competition of the Nine Sects, there were still different ranks here.
The Sun Sect was ranked second among the nine sects, and below them was the third, Star Sect.
These two sects were the first to be recruited into the Star Sect to arrange everything.
As for the fourth and fifth ranked Wind Lightning Sect, they were still lingering in front of the Star Sect's entrance, waiting.
As for the other four sects, they were directly ignored. Not a single person from the Star Sect went up to receive them.
However, none of the four sects showed any anger. They were all waiting patiently.
When the sun was setting, the upper echelons of the nine sects finally gathered. Only the host, the Star Sect, was missing.
Playing with the exquisite wine glass in his hand, Cold-Blooded Tie snorted coldly.
"The Star Sect is really arrogant. The competition of the Nine Sects is a grand event. As the host, they actually haven't shown up yet. How dare they!"
"Second Elder, don't be impatient. Since the competition starts tomorrow morning, it doesn't matter if we wait for a while."
"Yeah, there is good wine and delicacies here. We can eat while we wait. Why is Second Elder in such a hurry …"
As soon as Cold-Blooded Tie finished speaking, other than the Star Sect's Xiu Kun, who didn't say anything, the leading elders of the other sects all tried to persuade him.
Right at this moment, a burst of cold laughter suddenly resounded.
"Cold-Blooded Tie, long time no see. Your cultivation hasn't improved, but your temper has."
Under the escort of a large group of Star Sect disciples, the second elder Gongsun Yubin walked over with his head held high and chest puffed out.
His gaze swept across and finally stopped on Cold-Blooded Tie.
"You have a problem with making you wait for a while?"
In the plaza outside the hall, Wang Yan, who was among the participating disciples of the nine sects, saw everything. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.
Cold-Blooded Tie could strut around in front of the elders of the other sects because he was the second elder of the Sun Sect.
But facing Gongsun Yubin of the Star Sect, he didn't have any arrogance.
It wasn't just because the Star Sect was ranked above the Sun Sect, but also because Gongsun Yubin's cultivation was several times stronger than Cold-Blooded Tie's.
Looking at the speechless Cold-Blooded Tie, Gongsun Yubin sneered. Just as he was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
A commotion came from behind Wang Yan. Then, a tall figure walked out.
"I have an opinion. I wonder if Elder Gongsun would listen to it?"
As this person walked out, thousands of gazes landed on him.
But this person's expression was calm and unhurried as he slowly walked into the hall.
"When did he come?
Why didn't I notice … "
Seeing this person walk into the hall, Wang Yan was a little surprised.
Because this person was none other than the fifth elder of the Sun Sect, Nie Feichen's senior brother, Zi Feilong!
It turned out that Nie Feichen was afraid that Cold-Blooded Tie's cultivation and identity weren't enough to take on such a big responsibility.
Thus, he privately sought out Zi Feilong, and after much persuasion, he finally managed to invite this great deity out of his seclusion.
It seemed like everyone in the nine sects knew of Zi Feilong's existence. Seeing him appear, the arrogant Gongsun Yubin was momentarily stunned, then laughed awkwardly.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's Daoist Brother Feilong."
"You flatter me. The way you call me Daoist Brother Feilong really makes me scared."
Seeing Zi Feilong arrive, Cold-Blooded Tie was first stunned, then he immediately stood up and gave up his seat.
Sitting down, Zi Feilong looked at Gongsun Yubin with a playful expression.
"As the host, you put on such airs. Does your sect leader know?"
(End of this chapter)