All large and small sects and casual cultivators were greatly shocked by the words of the palace sage!
Search for souls!
Soul searching is the most direct and biggest insult to a monk!
If the monks present agree to have their souls searched by Emperor Yuwen.
Then, they need to open their "hearts" and expose themselves to Yuwen Huangji's soul-searching behavior without reservation.
At that time, all memories from their childhood memories to the present and present will be exposed.
Not to mention that every monk has his or her own shady memory fragments.
The most serious thing is that the memories of these monks still contain the techniques they have practiced! The Four Techniques Codex!
Even the secrets and secret histories of each sect will be thoroughly understood by Yuwen Huangji without reservation!
Human nature is complex.
And there are some secrets that one would rather die than let others know.
Now, the palace sage of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace has actually proposed to search the souls of all the monks in the Four Arts Dojo!
This move has a huge impact!
Even Yuwen Huangji was undecided.
His eyes slowly swept over the monks present, focusing especially on the faces of the four god-level sect leaders, Duan Chungang, Nalan Xuance, Jiang Hongwu, and Mu Dengyun.
As far as the eye can see, all the major leaders are now squinting their eyes with cold eyes!
He clearly realized that if he insisted on searching for souls, then even Duan Chungang's three "allies" would definitely turn against each other on the spot!
The Zhengong Shenta is of infinite value.
But, is it worth offending all the large and small sects, forces, and casual cultivators in the Penglai Divine Domain?
At this moment, Yuwen Huangji quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
I already have the answer in my heart.
But the vote has been delayed.
Su Wan'er, the ice-smart saint, saw that Yuwen Huangji was riding a tiger, and she even knew that Yuwen Huangji had compromised.
However, he still lacks a step.
The treasure of the Immortal Palace was stolen. If Emperor Yuwen didn't even have a tough attitude, it would be absolutely unjustifiable.
Therefore, Su Wan'er realized something and immediately stepped forward, cupped her fists and said, "Palace Master, this disciple has a word."
Emperor Yuwen had a very cold face, nodded and said, "Say."
Su Waner's eyes swept across the world's monks and said: "When the treasure of my immortal palace was stolen, all the guests and fellow Taoists present were watching the Four Arts Ceremony."
"No one can do anything under your nose."
"Therefore, I believe that the person who stole the treasure should not be at the scene."
"If the disciple is a treasure thief, I'm afraid he will fly away immediately after he gets it. How can he stay and put himself in danger?"
Yuwen Huangji also thought so. He knew that even if he really searched for souls, he could only fetch water from a bamboo basket in the end.
Not far away, Alchemy Saint Sun Haoran clasped his fists and spoke, saying: "Palace Master Yuwen, what the saint said is not unreasonable."
"I think you made a mistake about the person you want to search."
"What you need to check should be the people who quietly left Wan Zhong Mountain during the Four Arts Festival, not the people who stayed."
Su Waner hurriedly said: "Palace Master Qi, everyone who comes to Wandao Immortal Palace has been registered. We might as well verify it slowly after the ceremony. We will always find something."
Emperor Yu Wen nodded reluctantly and said: "What Wan'er and Dan Sheng said makes sense."
"In that case, let me continue to investigate!"
"If this palace master finds out who stole the palace tower, he will be killed without any body parts, and the entire clan will be destroyed!"
Although he was saying harsh words, Yu Wenhuangji was extremely upset and found it difficult to calm down.
Big loss!
Wandao Immortal Palace held this Four Arts Ceremony, and really lost everything!
The grand ceremony was lost, and the sacred tower was also lost.
The son of his ally Duan Chungang died one after another.
The Demon-Slaying Holy Sect didn't even get a spot in the secret realm in the end.
The quota of 50,000 he expected turned into 30,000, and he was awarded 2,000!
Moreover, another huge loss is...
Alchemy Saint Sun Haoran smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said: "Palace Master Yuwen, then the next Four Arts Ceremony cannot be held in Wandao Immortal Palace."
"According to the rules of the Four Arts Ceremony, the right to hold the next ceremony should belong to the Penglai Divine Sect."
It was this huge loss that made Yuwen Huangji’s heart bleed!
The various incomes from each Four Arts Festival are astronomical!
In addition to explicit income, hidden "income" is more important.
That is building momentum!
The four magic wizards in the world will come to seek refuge one after another!
But now, all of this has slipped away from Yuwen Huangji's hands.
All belong to Penglai Shenzong!
And the culprit who caused all this must be... Penglai Shen Sect disciple, Luo Fu!
This son, single-handedly caused great damage to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace!
On the opposite side, Sun Haoran turned to face Sect Master Nalan, cupped his fists and said, "Congratulations to your sect for becoming the host of the next Four Arts Ceremony."
"I believe that the Penglai Divine Ancestor is alive in heaven, and he will also feel relieved."
Sect Leader Nalan was already happy and bursting with joy in his heart. He immediately clasped his fists and responded: "Thank you Alchemy Sage!"
"I wonder if we, the Penglai Divine Sect, would be lucky enough to ask Alchemy Sage to continue to serve as the referee for the next term?"
Sun Haoran looked at Luo Fu, stroked his beard and smiled: "Okay, okay, I will go and bother you by then."
"Penglai Shenzong, the four magic wizards are eye-catching. Maybe, a second Luo Fu will be born."
"Monks all over the world should come to support us and observe this new miracle!"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Emperor Yuwen was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Alchemy Saint Sun Haoran was invited by him to be the face of Wandao Immortal Palace.
But now, he helps outsiders speak up, and even helps Penglai Shenzong gain popularity!
This was obviously not for Nalan Xuance's sake, but for Luo Fu!
Yu Wenhuang took a deep breath, tried to calm down the anger in his heart, and said: "Alchemy Saint, then..."
Sun Haoran knew very well what Yuwen Huangji was going to say, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Palace Master Yuwen, I'm sorry."
"According to the agreement between you and me, your Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace did not win the first prize. Therefore, I am afraid I can only decline your kindness."
"There is no need to mention the matter of the guest visiting the palace."
Emperor Yu Wen was extremely heartbroken and said hurriedly: "Are you really not thinking about it anymore?"
"Although our Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace failed to win the leader this time, but..."
Sun Haoran interrupted Yuwen Huangji and said: "I appreciate Palace Master Yuwen's kindness, but I still prefer to be alone."
Emperor Yuwen was extremely angry, but he had to show his grace. He could only hold up his hands and said: "That's it, that's fine."
"In the next Four Arts Ceremony, I, the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, will definitely regain the position of leader!"
After saying this, Emperor Yuwen faced the crowd and said, "Next, our Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace will hold a grand feast for seven days!"
"Invite colleagues from all over the world to have a banquet and have fun together!"
"If you have anything to do, you can leave on your own. If you are willing to stay and discuss the four arts, please stay!"
"So, I, the Lord of the Palace, announce that this year's Four Arts Ceremony has come to a successful conclusion!"
Emperor Yuwen was heartbroken and still wanted to use this method to retain as many talents as possible in the four arts.
Sect Master Nalan led the crowd to come, clasped his fists and said, "Palace Master Yuwen, our Penglai Shen Sect has a long journey, so we won't stop here."
"Let's just say goodbye!"
Yuwen Huangji clasped his fists and said, "I hope you have a smooth journey."
As he spoke, his cold eyes quickly swept over Luo Fu.
Sun Haoran also clasped his fists at Yuwen Huangji and said: "Palace Master Yuwen, I am going too, so don't leave here!"
After saying that, he said to Sect Master Nalan: "Sect Master Nalan, we will meet again in Penglai Divine Sect ten years later!"
Sect Leader Nalan smiled and said, "See you there in ten years!"
Then, he faced the Shen Sect monks and said, "All Shen Sect disciples, get on the spirit boat, let's go home!"
…
Over the distant sea.
Inside the Penglai Shenzong Spirit Boat.
"Hahahahaha! Okay, okay, this is such a great joy!" Sect Master Nalan was finally able to laugh as if no one else was around.
Concubine Nangong was even more overjoyed and said: "Congratulations, Master!"
"The next Four Arts Festival will be held in our Penglai Divine Sect. The tickets and live broadcast rights will allow our Penglai Divine Sect to gain countless spiritual stones!"
"Our Penglai Shenzong has been financially strapped in recent years, but with the right to host this event, we can breathe a sigh of relief!"
"Thus, in this game of four arts, Luo Fu became a blockbuster. I think countless four arts wizards all over the world will rush to join me, Penglai Divine Sect!"
Sect Master Nalan smiled meaningfully at Concubine Nangong: "No need to think about it, this has become a fact!"
"This sect master has received a secret message. Right now, more than 20 million young people have come to join our Penglai Divine Sect, clamoring to join the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion."
"What!? Really!?" Concubine Nangong was overjoyed, her pretty face flushed with excitement.
All the elders of the Four Arts were equally excited!
The lineage of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion has always been weak in the inner sect, and is even an existence that no one cares about.
In every soul-testing ceremony, only those disciples who are not selected will reluctantly join the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion.
Even if they join in this way, they will inevitably complain.
But now, the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion has become the most popular sect within the inner sect!
How could Concubine Nangong not be excited?
Sect Master Nalan laughed heartily and turned to face Luo Fu: "Luo Fu, our Penglai Divine Sect won the championship this time, and you deserve the most credit!"
"Not only did you help us win the position of leader and win the right to host the next session, but you also wiped away nearly eight million years of humiliation in the Four Arts for our Penglai Divine Sect!"
"This is a great achievement!"
"This sect leader will definitely reward you generously. Whatever you want, just ask, I will do anything you want!"
What moved Master Nalan was that Luo Fu was unmoved by the generous offers offered by major god-level sects and resolutely chose to stay in the Penglai Divine Sect.
Luo Fu smiled slightly and said: "Serving the sect is the duty of the Shenzong disciples. I don't want any reward."
All that Sect Leader Nalan could offer was skills, weapons, and magic weapons, but Luo Fu looked down upon these.
The key point is that the Penglai Divine Sect is still very "poor", and Luo Fu can't bear the sect he founded to suffer further bleeding, which will make things worse.
He can refine weapons and magic weapons by himself.
Kung Fu, he has super god level.
Sect Master Nalan asked curiously: "Ah? You don't want anything?"
After Luo Fu pondered for a moment, he smiled and said, "I only want the same thing as the sect master."
Sect Master Nalan said: "You can just speak."
Luo Fu nodded slightly and said: "I want the sect master to promise that I, the Penglai Divine Sect, will return to the top!"
Sect Master Nalan's eyes narrowed and he said loudly: "I, Sect Master, promise you!"
…
Hundreds of billions of miles away, somewhere far away in a cave.
There is a blond old man sealed in a huge ice coffin.
The old man in the ice coffin had his eyes closed and no breath at all.
However, ninety-nine top-quality holy swords surrounded the ice coffin and opened a sword formation!
Opposite the ice coffin.
Medical Saint Luo Qingfeng waved his sleeves with a smile and slowly closed the live broadcast in front of him.
He turned back, looked at the blond old man in the ice coffin with a smile, and said, "How is it? Is what I said right?"
Inside the ice coffin, the blond old man remained motionless.
However, the ninety-nine top-quality holy swords outside the ice coffin all resounded!
The sword roared, simulating a hoarse metal voice: "Brother Qingfeng, this son is truly extraordinary."
"Thank you."
Luo Qingfeng's expression straightened and he said seriously: "Seven thousand years ago, Brother Xian saved my life from the monks from the outer continent."
"It was also in that battle that Brother Xian faced three great sword saints alone, killed the second one, and rescued me back to Canglan."
"Brother Xian was seriously injured because of this. His soul was almost gone, and his body was dead."
"I..."
The group of swords trembled and they spoke: "Brother Qingfeng, there is no need to mention the old things again. You and I are brothers and sisters, and we have seen each other."
"Forget it, I, the Sword Master, will go with you to Penglai Shenzong to meet your little friend Luo Fu."
The blond old man is not someone else.
He was undoubtedly the pinnacle expert who was famous throughout the Canglan Continent seven thousand years ago.
Canglan Continent, the leader of the seven great sword masters!
Po Xu Sword Master, Xiahou Tianyang!
