On the third day of October, it was the scheduled day for the duel between the E Mountain Sect and the Han Yuan Sect.

In Suxing Valley, dozens of high pavilions and spacious buildings were erected within a month. Everywhere there were towers and pavilions, mountain pavilions, and winding bridges. Over a hundred servants and maids, dressed in colorful and elegant attire, shuttled back and forth between the flowing corridors and rainbow passageways. Inside the buildings, the sounds of music and dance, and the play of zithers and flutes echoed through the air.

On a pond of several acres within the valley, half-covered with lotus leaves, a lotus flower formed by green smoke held a young girl dressed in green. Her arms were like lotus roots, her skin like snow, with lips tinged with rouge. Her jade-like toes lightly touched the lotus tips, dancing gracefully there, her delicate figure beautiful and exquisite, mirrored by the clear green waves, making her a sight of unparalleled charm.

However, the sect leaders sitting in the pavilion at this moment were not in the mood to enjoy the music and dance, gathering instead to discuss the matter of the duel.

Someone spoke up, "What do you all think, who will win today’s battle?"

An elder from a noble family twisted his beard and said, "That Zhang Yan is an outsider with shallow roots. How can he establish a foothold on Divine House Mountain? I favor Master Yong."

Another voice said, "That is hard to say. The Han Yuan Sect has also been established on our Divine House Mountain for three hundred years. In the past, when Master Shen was here, he once controlled the immortal city. If the predecessor could do it, how can we know that this True Master Zhang cannot?"

The earlier elder suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Daoist, you jest. If he were truly a figure like Master Shen, Master Yong would have handed over the immortal city at first glance, so why bother with a duel?"

The Sect Leader of Xuyi Sect, Sun Tong, stood up, opened his hands, and said, "Everyone, everyone, please listen to my words. Elder Ren is absolutely right. Master Yong’s Daoist cultivation is profound and his mana is boundless. He always acts strategically after careful planning. If there is no certainty of victory, why would he create such a grand display? Therefore, I believe that in this duel, Master Yong already has victory in hand."

Sun Tong was initially feverish with emotion, but after finishing his speech, he waited for a while and found no one echoed his sentiments. He awkwardly laughed a few times and sat down embarrassed, cursing silently in his heart, "I went to great lengths to entertain you all, and you won’t even give me this bit of face. Truly hateful!"

Xuyi Sect was merely a small faction of over a dozen people, and Sun Tong, originally a mountain woodcutter, was looked down upon by no one, so his words carried no weight. Moreover, his speech had the semblance of flattery, and anyone responding would debase themselves, so they all ignored him.

As everyone was talking, they suddenly heard the celestial music playing in the sky. Raising their heads, they saw a mass of auspicious clouds floating in the air, supporting a grand phoenix boat. Four Hua Dan cultivators, all dressed in apricot-yellow Daoist robes, stepped on smoke and mist to pave the way. Behind the great boat, there were more than thirty Xuan Guang practitioners in immaculate attire, followed by three hundred E Mountain Sect disciples.

Yong Fu, the Great Elder of the E Mountain Sect, sat on top of the pavilion, accompanied by an old Daoist with his hair and beard covering his face. The two were conversing and laughing, surrounded by a dozen children holding magic artifacts in attendance, and maids fanning and ringing bells. As they came along, the pleasing immortal sound continued without interruption.

The sight of all the sect leaders meeting Yong Fu took them by surprise. Not expecting the E Mountain Sect to have two Nascent Soul True Masters coming this time.

Once cultivators reach higher levels, they mostly associate with those of similar cultivation levels. Though Yong Fu was alone, everyone on Divine House Mountain knew of his wide connections. As long as he was willing to pay a price, he could find many like-minded allies to help, which posed a great deterrent to the sects within the Mountain Realm.

On the other hand, after Zhang Yan’s arrival, although some were tempted to seek refuge, the thought that he was a cultivator from the outer sea made them hesitate, fearing one day he might leave just like Shen Baishuang, and so they dismissed the idea.

Sect Leaders from all factions stepped forward to meet Yong Fu. After some pleasantries, the E Mountain Sect crowd took their seats at the main position in the north.

As soon as they sat down, someone said, "The Han Yuan Sect has also arrived."

Everyone turned their heads and saw a cloud raft flying in from the northwest. Zhang Yan, dressed in a mysterious robe, was seated in the center. The Wang Sisters stood by his sides, and Zhang Boyuan stood on his left, a step behind, followed by Chu Muran, Daoist Wen, and Zhao Ge, three Hua Dan cultivators. Behind them were led by two Xuan Guang Realm disciples and seven or eight other sect cultivators, bringing almost the main force of the sect this time.

Someone exclaimed, "Is that Daoist, True Master Zhang? The Daoist beside him also seems like a Nascent Soul True Master."

Seeing two more Nascent Soul cultivators arrive, everyone on site gasped. Divine House Mountain, which was originally a remote place north of the East Victory Continent, now suddenly appearing four Nascent Soul True Masters, how could it not be astonishing?