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A group of people stepped into the grand hall.
Leading them was an elder in a golden-yellow robe, a warm smile on his face as he walked in with an air of ease.
On the surface of that robe, several golden giant pythons were embroidered in exquisite detail. Under the light, they reflected a faint gleam, almost as if alive, exuding a subtle yet palpable sense of pressure.
Behind the yellow-robed elder, Mo Ya in his white robe followed closely, along with a red-faced elder wearing an alchemist's robe.
Under Ah Da's guidance, they stopped at the center of the hall.
Wei Yang adjusted his posture slightly, sitting a bit straighter as his gaze landed on the newcomers.
They, too, fixed their eyes on Wei Yang — and then, almost at the same time, their pupils contracted slightly.
The yellow-robed elder, Mo Ya, and even the red-faced elder all felt a ripple of shock in their hearts.
Before coming here, they had imagined countless possible appearances for this mysterious figure. Yet none of them had expected the man before them to be such a young youth.
Not the superficial kind of "youth" that could be faked — but genuinely young, at first glance and by every instinct.
Mo Ya, in particular, found this hard to accept.
Since childhood, he had grown up under endless praise, regarded as a prodigy and nurtured by the sect as the successor to the Sect Master's seat.
Over the years, the sect had poured countless heavenly treasures and rare resources into him, all for the purpose of helping him reach the Dou Zong realm one day.
And indeed, he had not disappointed — with the help of those countless resources, he had successfully stepped into the Dou Huang realm before the age of thirty.
Reaching Dou Huang before thirty was the achievement he took the greatest pride in.
Compared to the elders of the sect, who usually only reached Dou Huang in their forties or fifties — with far less potential afterward — his future had seemed boundless.
Yet today, that pride suffered its first blow.
The black-robed youth before him was clearly younger than himself, yet no matter how hard Mo Ya tried to sense it, he couldn't determine the young man's exact strength or realm.
The other felt like a towering mountain whose peak could not be seen… and like an abyss whose depths could not be fathomed.
From this man's presence, Mo Ya faintly felt a pressure… and danger.
That could only mean one thing — the opponent's strength was far above his own.
By contrast, it was difficult not to feel humbled.
Of course, this emotion lasted only for an instant before Mo Ya forcefully suppressed it.
After all, reaching Dou Huang at his age still proved his own excellence, both in talent and temperament.
But what Mo Ya didn't realize… was that the yellow-robed elder beside him was even more shocked.
Because even he could not see through Wei Yang's realm.
And that was simply… absurd.
"Sect Master Mo, this is my master, surnamed Wei," Ah Da said calmly from within the shadows of his wide black robe and hood.
The yellow-robed elder instantly came back to his senses, cupping his hands slightly toward Wei Yang with a polite smile.
"Inferior one, Mo Tianxing, greets Mister Wei."
"Master, this is the Sect Master of the Black Emperor Sect — Mo Tianxing," Ah Da bowed and introduced.
"Mhm." Wei Yang nodded lightly, his gaze meeting Mo Tianxing's as he smiled.
"Sect Master Mo, you're too polite. I heard that you stepped into the Dou Zong realm over ten years ago and have been in seclusion since then. I didn't expect my visit today to even draw you out — I feel rather undeserving."
"Haha," Mo Tianxing laughed heartily and waved a hand.
"Mister Wei, you overpraise me. To be honest, my talent is dull — after cultivating in seclusion for over ten years, my progress has been limited. Recently I decided to come out for a while, move around, and handle some sect affairs."
At this, Mo Tianxing's eyes revealed a trace of complexity and admiration as he looked at Wei Yang.
"Compared to Mister Wei, I truly feel ashamed. At such a young age, you have already reached the Dou Zong realm… and if my guess is right, you are not someone who has merely just stepped into that stage — you have already gone quite far."
As he spoke, Mo Tianxing shook his head, unable to help but feel that timeless truth — "the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves before them."
What?!
Mo Ya and the red-faced elder beside him both couldn't help but exclaim.
Mo Ya's face was full of disbelief.
He had thought Wei Yang might be stronger than himself, but not to an exaggerated degree. Yet this man was already Dou Zong?!
"Mind your manners."
Mo Tianxing turned and rebuked coldly.
"Ya'er, how dare you be so discourteous before Mister Wei? Have you forgotten what I've taught you? Hurry and apologize to Mister Wei."
"Y-Yes." Mo Ya lowered his head slightly and bent at the waist, his face flushing red.
Mo Tianxing glanced toward Wei Yang again and gave an apologetic smile.
"My son was rude. Please don't take offense, Mister Wei."
"It's fine." Wei Yang shook his head, then turned to look at the red-faced elder.
"And this is…?"
"Haha, I almost forgot to introduce him." Mo Tianxing chuckled and quickly gestured toward the red-faced elder.
"This is Qi Shan, the Chief Alchemist of my Black Emperor Sect. He's already at the peak of Tier 5, and is currently attempting a breakthrough to Tier 6."
"Qi Shan greets Mister Wei." The red-faced elder gave a small bow.
"Mm." Wei Yang nodded and extended a hand. "Please, everyone—have a seat."
Mo Tianxing and his two companions sat down on the left side.
Ah Da stepped forward, taking the tray from Qing Lin's hands, and personally served tea to Mo Tianxing's group.
Wei Yang lifted his own cup and smiled.
"This is tea I brought from my homeland. Please, try it."
"Oh? Tea from Mister Wei's homeland?" Mo Tianxing carefully lifted the cup, first bringing it under his nose to take in the fragrance. Only after a gentle sniff did he sip lightly.
His eyes closed in brief appreciation before he opened them again, praising, "Fragrant and mellow, lingering in the throat with endless sweetness. Excellent tea!"
"As long as Sect Master Mo doesn't mind, I'm glad." Wei Yang gave a faint laugh.
"Haha, Mister Wei jests. To drink tea from your homeland is an honor."
Mo Tianxing's hearty laugh faded slightly as his gaze drifted toward the two women sitting on either side of Wei Yang—Xian'er and Qing Lin. In his eyes, a rare heaviness flickered.
Another two Dou Zong!
And these two women… they seemed even younger than Wei Yang himself.
Especially the white-haired woman in white. Not only could he not see through her cultivation at all, but she also gave him a faint, almost instinctive sense of dread.
Realizing this, Mo Tianxing couldn't help but take a quiet breath.
Then his eyes fell on Ah Da—currently serving tea like an old servant—whose body nonetheless emanated a faintly chilling aura.
And then, that horned giant standing silently near the door like an iron tower…the oppressive feeling rolling from him left no doubt—yet another Dou Zong, and definitely not an ordinary one.
The more he looked, the colder Mo Tianxing's heart felt.
Five Dou Zong in total!
Damn… Just what kind of background does this group have?!
This was a force terrifying enough to overturn the entire Black-Corner Region.
In this place, no faction—not even the Black Emperor Sect or Demon Flame Valley—could withstand their might.
For the first time, Mo Tianxing felt as though he had stepped straight into a dragon's den and tiger's lair.
If these people turned hostile, he wouldn't even have the chance to escape.
Though his thoughts churned rapidly, his face remained calm, wearing a constant warm smile as he exchanged casual words with Wei Yang.
They sipped tea, chatting idly now and then.
"Mister Wei, may I ask… who are these two fairies?" Mo Tianxing finally probed.
At his words, Mo Ya—sitting just below him—subtly perked up his ears.
From the moment they'd entered, he had kept a deliberately low profile.
Yet those downcast eyes of his occasionally flicked upward in quick, sidelong glances toward Wei Yang's position.
Of course, more often than not, his gaze secretly lingered on Xian'er and Qing Lin.
Without question, in Mo Ya's eyes, these two women were flawless beauties.
The white-haired woman in white was ethereal and otherworldly.
The green-robed girl brewing tea carried a pure charm tinged with an alluring hint of seduction.
Each had her own style.
Whether it was their figure, looks, or aura—they were the very peak.
Especially their slender waists, so delicate they looked as though one could encircle them with a single hand… The sight made Mo Ya's heartbeat quicken.
In all his years as the young master of the Black Emperor Sect, he'd seen plenty of women, yet never once such peerless beauties—utterly incomparable to the vulgar powder and rouge of the mundane world.
Even so, he kept his thoughts tightly reined in, his expression never betraying the slightest hint of impropriety.
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