Penglai Shenzong, on the spiritual boat.
Sect Master Nalan said: "Four months from the end of the Four Arts Ceremony, we will enter the ancient secret realm of Penglai."
"This time, it will take nearly two months to go there."
"That is to say, we only have two months to make specific arrangements for the entry quota for the ancient secret realm."
As he said that, Sect Master Nalan looked at Luo Fu and said, "Winning the first place in the four arts gives me, the Penglai Divine Sect, 50,000 entry quotas."
"As for our inner sect of the Divine Sect, there are ten sects in total. How should these 50,000 quotas be allocated? Here, this sect leader would like to seek your opinion, Luo Fu."
"Me?" Luo Fu was slightly surprised.
Sect Master Nalan nodded slightly and said, "Yes, our Shen Sect can get 50,000 places, and you deserve the most credit."
"Therefore, this sect has given you special privileges, and you have the right to participate in the formulation of quota allocation plans."
Some things cannot be said clearly.
But the hint from Sect Leader Nalan was actually very clear.
As long as Luo Fu is willing, Luo Fu can fight for more places for Qiankun Pavilion.
This is not favoritism, but Luo Fu fought for it himself.
Luo Fu smiled slightly and said: "Sect Master, how did you arrange your earliest plan?"
Sect Leader Nalan said: "My original plan was to arrange an internal sect competition for the ten major sects to compete. Those who are capable will win more."
"But as we all know, this is unfair to your Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion, because your sect only has 50,000 disciples in total."
"So, this sect leader would like to ask your opinion."
Luo Fu cast his gaze on Concubine Nangong and said, "This disciple has just entered the inner sect and is not familiar with the inner sect. It is better to let Chief Concubine Nangong make the decision on behalf of the disciple."
After all, Concubine Nangong is Luo Fu's chief, and Luo Fu doesn't want to overstep his authority.
The second elder hurriedly stood up and said to Concubine Nangong: "Chief, I believe that our Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion has made the greatest contribution to the entry quota."
"Therefore, I hope that the chief can fight for 10,000 entry quotas for my Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion!"
"That shouldn't be too much."
There are a total of 50,000 places, and the Four Skills Qiankun Pavilion only gets 10,000, which is really not too much.
The other elders also looked at Concubine Nangong expectantly.
The beautiful eyes of Concubine Nangong were lowered. After thinking for a while, she cupped her fists at Sect Master Nalan and said, "Sect Master Qi, I think it's better to follow your original plan."
"Chief!" All the elders of Qiankun Pavilion were shocked.
Concubine Nangong was unmoved and continued: "Entering the ancient secret realm is not about traveling around the mountains and rivers, but about competing with the other four god-level sects for the treasures of the secret realm with real swords and guns, and the final ranking of the trial will be even more... It’s a big deal.”
"If you give the quota to some disciples who are not strong enough, it will not help them, but will send them to death."
"So this disciple believes that your selection battle is indeed the wisest choice."
Sect Leader Nalan smiled with satisfaction and asked Luo Fu for his opinion.
Luo Fu said: "The chief is right. Whichever clan is stronger will be allocated more entrance quotas. There is no better solution."
"Okay." Sect Leader Nalan waved his hand and said, "That's it."
"Sect Master, this disciple has one more thing to ask for." Luo Fu said.
Sect Master Nalan smiled gently at Luo Fu: "Luo Fu, just ask."
At present, Luo Fu has already become a popular person in front of Sect Master Nalan. As long as Luo Fu's demands are not excessive, they can basically be satisfied.
Immediately, Luo Fu expressed his thoughts and said: "There are still twenty-five days to return to Penglai Shenzong."
"This disciple would like to borrow your Mustard Seed Time and Space Tower for use. There are also two eight-treasure holy pills of the highest holy level that need to be refined for you and the chief."
"These two pills can help you two eliminate bottlenecks and inner demons. From now on, your cultivation path will be smooth."
Regarding this matter, Luo Fu made an explanation during the grand ceremony, and the sect leader and chief knew about it.
Sect Master Nalan was overjoyed and said, "It's rare that you still remember this, Luo Fu! You are so thoughtful."
Later, Sect Master Nalan sacrificed the Mustard Seed Time and Space Tower and let Luo Fu enter.
In the remaining time, Luo Fu entered the tower and began to refine elixirs.
…
Wan Dao Immortal Palace.
In the inner palace, on top of the major sacred mountains, fairy mountains, and Tianshan Mountains, guests were all seated, drinking glasses and changing glasses, and the atmosphere was warm.
In order to show his generosity, Yuwen Huangji even prepared generous gifts and distributed gifts to every monk who was willing to stay and participate in the banquet in the Immortal Palace.
At the same time, the promise made in the middle of the ceremony was also fulfilled, and all the elixirs, weapons, arrays, and talismans refined by Wandao Immortal Palace during the Four Arts Ceremony were distributed to various guests by lottery.
For a time, it was very lively!
Saint Virgin's Palace, main hall.
On a huge round table, Emperor Yuwen sat with a cold face, drinking glass after glass of wine.
Saint Su Waner's hands naturally drooped, standing aside and waiting.
Compared to the lively scenes on each peak outside the main hall, the atmosphere here is extremely depressing.
"Wan'er, in a little while, the leaders of the other three sects will be here."
Hearing this, Su Waner nodded and said, "Yes, the disciple has prepared a fine banquet and is just waiting for you all to sit down."
Yuwen Huangji put down his wine glass, narrowed his eyes, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes: "Before that, I, the Lord, have something to tell you."
"At the Four Arts Ceremony, although Na Luo Fu did not express his position clearly, I can tell that he has a secret affection for you."
Su Waner never expected that Emperor Yuwen would suddenly mention this matter.
On her peerless pretty face, two red clouds quietly flew up, and she hurriedly clasped her fists and said: "This disciple is focused on practicing and has no thoughts..."
"No." Yuwen Huangji interrupted Su Wan'er directly. He gritted his teeth and said in a vicious voice, "Four months from now, it will be the day when the ancient secret realm of Penglai will be opened."
"My palace master, I hope you can take advantage of Luo Fu's good impression of you and get rid of him secretly!"
Su Wan'er's delicate face suddenly lifted up, her big, watery eyes filled with disbelief.
She didn't expect that Yuwen Huangji would say such words.
"Palace Master!?"
"However, Luo Fu gave Wan'er the best holy elixir. This was a life-saving grace. Wan'er..."
Snapped!
Yuwen Huangji slammed the table fiercely and stared at him with a pair of cold eyes: "You only remember Luo Fu's gift of pills, but you forgot how your mentor Yuwen Tiande died!?"
"Have you forgotten who took away the position of leader of the four arts in my Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace?"
"If it weren't for Luo Fu, then Alchemy Saint Sun Haoran would already be the guest of our Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, the Palace Saint!"
"But..." Su Waner opened her mouth, feeling confused.
Yuwen Huangji raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, and said: "You have been alone since you were a child. Both of your parents died. It was this palace master who took you in and loved you as his own daughter."
"Could it be that you are not willing to agree to this request from me, the Lord of the Palace!?"
Su Wan'er's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "Wan'er will never dare to forget the palace master's great kindness."
Su Waner's eyes were filled with tears, her teeth bit her lip, her delicate body was trembling slightly.
Yuwen Huangji even used the word "request"!
For an elder who she regarded as a teacher and a father, using such words made her feel unbearable and even more difficult to refuse.
But Su Wan'er's character made it more difficult for her to kill Luo Fu and do such an act of revenge than to kill herself.
It was really difficult for Su Waner to make a choice, and her heart felt like a knife.
But then, Yuwen Huangji finally threw out the last and most violent method.
Yuwen Huangji stared quietly into Su Wan'er's eyes and said, "You should think of it as repaying this palace master for your kindness in raising her."
Just this sentence made Su Waner feel like she was struck by lightning, and tears rolled down her eyes.
Finally, she bit her red lips and nodded silently.
…
Half an hour later.
Yuwen Huangji, Duan Chungang, Jiang Hongwu, Mu Dengyun, the four god-level sect leaders, gathered together.
However, when these four leaders gathered together again, the atmosphere was much duller than the first time.
Duan Chungang, in particular, looked completely absent-minded, and he seemed a bit lost.
The other two leaders just drank in silence without saying a word.
Emperor Yu Wen was secretly happy when he saw the performance of the three people.
Sharp eyes swept over the three leaders and said: "My Lord, I have a proposal."
The three leaders raised their heads almost at the same time, glaring at Yuwen Huangji with vicious eyes.
If it weren't for the sake of Yuwen Huangji, the ninth great power of immortality, their three leaders would have cursed each other at this moment.
Duan Chungang suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Last time, Palace Master Yuwen said he had a proposal, and we followed it one by one, but what is the final result?"
Emperor Yuwen narrowed his eyes and sneered: "If Luo Fu hadn't come out of nowhere, how could my palace master's plan have come to nothing!?"
"But, this time, my palace master's plan is aimed at Luo Fu!"
"My palace master hopes that our four god-level sects can join forces and work together in the ancient secret realm..."
"Eradicate Luo Fu!"
"Let him die without a place to die, let him be broken into pieces, and never be reincarnated!"
Duan Chungang slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "It's just what I want! I, Duan Chungang, have participated in this plan!"
"Well, this sect leader will also participate." Mu Dengyun of the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect said with a gloomy face.
Immediately, the three of them looked at Jiang Hongwu, the Demon-Slaying Saint Sect.
But Jiang Hongwu smiled coldly: "Which of you will participate if you like. This sect leader will not participate."
"This sect has only received a pitiful 2,000 entry quotas, but we don't have the strength to play with you."
Duan Chungang had already hated Luo Fu deeply, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Palace Master Yuwen has given you two thousand places. As long as you are willing to participate, this Pavilion Master, as the Supreme Wangqing Pavilion, will give you another two thousand places!"
Jiang Hongwu finally smiled after hearing this.
…
Twenty-three days later.
On the ninth day of February, at Yin hour, it rained heavily.
Dark clouds cover the sky and heavy rain pours!
A series of muffled thunders illuminated the sky and the earth, making the depressing and gloomy rainy night appear uncertain.
The showers in late winter are like ruthless whips, lashing the earth coldly.
Boom!
The most earth-shattering thunder of the night resounded throughout the world.
The vast earth trembled.
In the brief brightness, under the dark clouds and the rain curtain, there was an embarrassed and hasty figure, galloping from the end of the sky.
Target, Penglai Shenzong!
Boom!
Another earth-shattering thunder!
In the brief brightness, it could be seen that the embarrassed figure was an ancient man.
This man had at least a hundred stab wounds and sword wounds all over his body!
There were hideous wounds, with flesh and blood turned out, and red blood flowing endlessly, which was quickly washed away by the rain.
But his left arm was actually empty, with only half of his wet sleeve fluttering in the wind!
The broken sleeve has been soaked in red blood for a long time, and even the rain can't wash it away.
Boom!
Another bolt of lightning!
The old man's face is illuminated!
A sword wound extended from the left eyebrow bone to the chin.
It can be seen that this sword almost split his entire scalp in half!
Even one left eye has disappeared, leaving only an empty and scary eye hole.
The blood-red flesh was turned outwards, blood mixed with rainwater, and his face was covered in blood.
In a short period of time, the man was seriously injured and fell from high altitude to the depths of the forest several times in a row, only to rise again again and again.
Penglai Shenzong!
Outside the main gate, sixteen sect disciples were wearing raincoats and guarding the sect.
On a rainy night, the interest of these gatekeeper disciples was not diminished, and they were still chatting with interesting things about the Four Arts Ceremony.
suddenly!
A shadow slanted down from high in the sky and fell awkwardly.
Bang!
"Who is it?" The gatekeeper disciples immediately became vigilant and walked forward one after another.
On the ground, there was a dying old man lying.
After seeing the hideous scars all over the old man's body, especially the face that had lost his left eye, all the gatekeepers were shocked.
The old man struggled to get up, but failed several times.
He used up his last bit of strength and shouted loudly!
"I want to see Sect Leader Nalan..."
"I, cough, I want to see Sect Leader Nalan!"
