The崆峒 fellow daoists could not believe it.
That strong, golden-haired member of the Papal Court was knocked down by my punch. He was currently lying on the ground, completely knocked out.
Looking at the unconscious golden-haired man, blood oozing from his mouth, his two front teeth having fallen out and landing on the ground, I spat with disdain:
"Pah!"
After spitting, I turned around and saw the two崆峒 fellow daoists looking at me.
I cupped my fists:
"Fellow daoists, are your injuries serious?"
The two had already recovered.
Hearing me speak, they repeatedly cupped their fists in return.
At the same time, they said:
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
"Thank you, fellow daoist, for your righteous intervention."
I waved my hand:
"Think nothing of it. This fellow insulted us Eastern cultivators, so of course, we had to teach him a lesson.
The night is deep, go back and rest quickly!
I bid you farewell!"
With that, I turned and walked back without hesitation.
Seeing this, the two崆峒 fellow daoists instinctively cupped their fists.
When they came to their senses, I had already left.
However, behind me, I vaguely heard their conversation.
"Tch! We forgot to ask for his name!"
"Yeah! That brother is so strong, but we know all the young masters from the Eight Great Sects, and this person doesn't seem to be among them?"
"Senior brother, what do we do with this golden-haired dog?"
"What else can we do? Let him rest here!"
"..."
The voices gradually faded, and I returned to my residence via a small path on the side of the small square.
Although I had defeated this demon hunter from the Western Papal Court,
The techniques he displayed were quite different from those of our Central Land.
They seemed more flamboyant and dazzling.
But I didn't think too much about it. I had already fought him.
At least it let him know that he shouldn't be so arrogant in our territory.
The next day, Old Mo came to knock on my door, and only then did I wake up.
"Old Qin, the conference has started, and you're still sleeping!"
As soon as I opened the door, I heard Old Mo complaining.
I grunted:
"What does the conference have to do with us?
It's just full of empty talk.
We'll go later..."
Old Mo grunted in agreement:
"But hurry up, I'm going down to take some photos."
Hearing Old Mo say this, I began to wash up and then leisurely left the courtyard with Old Mo.
As I didn't see Chen Yao and Senior Uncle, I asked where they had gone.
Old Mo said Senior Uncle had drunk too much last night and was still sleeping, and Chen Yao had already left earlier.
Not long after, Old Mo and I arrived at the Taihe Palace's grand square.
When we arrived, we found that disciples from all the major sects had gathered.
They were all standing neatly in the front.
All were dressed in their respective sect's daoist robes, and behind them stood the scattered rogue cultivators.
As there were many people, several hundred in total,
We could only stand in a corner.
Old Mo took out his phone and started taking pictures, "click, click, click," and even asked me to take photos for him, which I refused.
At this moment, an elder with a long beard and purple robes, holding a whisk, was speaking on stage.
He spoke of the rejuvenation of the Daoist path, our generation's responsibility, upholding justice, and purifying the heavens and earth.
Since we arrived late, I didn't know who this elder was.
But wearing purple robes, his status must be quite high.
So I asked a daoist next to me:
"Fellow daoist, who is the senior speaking up there?"
The daoist, a fat man, looked at me strangely when I asked this and said:
"Fellow daoist, you don't even recognize the Alliance Leader."
"Ah? Is this the Alliance Leader?"
I asked in surprise.
The fat daoist nodded:
"Yes, the Sect Master of the Wudang Sect, Cang Songzi, Senior Cang Song."
Hearing that he was the Alliance Leader, I paid more attention.
To be the Sect Master of such a major sect as Wudang, and the Alliance Leader at that, his cultivation must be extremely high.
Besides the Alliance Leader, I also saw many old men and women in the crowd.
I didn't recognize most of them, but some looked familiar.
For example, the Great Elder of Qingcheng Mountain, Senior Yun Qing, and Junior Yun Xia.
The Sect Master of Longhu Mountain, Daoist Qing Shan, and Elder Daoist Qing Shi.
And Senior Bai Daozi of Maoshan, who led the forces of Blackwater Mountain.
As well as the "Three Fools of Maoshan," as Senior Uncle jokingly called them, were all in the crowd.
But these people had higher status and were in the front rows.
After Alliance Leader Cang Songzi spoke for a long time, several other sect leaders came on stage to speak.
They spoke of the contributions made by each sect in various regions over the past five years, as well as their future action plans.
The process was similar to the speeches given at school opening ceremonies, from the principal to student representatives.
It was quite dry and made one sleepy.
The daoists who were organized into sects and factions listened attentively.
However, for us rogue cultivators standing at the back, fewer and fewer people were listening.
Many even chatted amongst themselves.
At the same time, the conversation of several unfamiliar daoists nearby caught my attention:
"Have you heard? A demon hunter from the West who came for an exchange had his teeth knocked out last night and was only discovered this morning when he woke up."
"Damn, is that true?"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard that too, and no one knows who did it yet."
"..."
Hearing these remarks, I smiled without saying a word.
That guy deserved it.
This conference lasted for two hours.
I selectively listened to some of the content.
I paid attention to matters involving several major evil forces, but the people on stage spoke in very general terms.
It was mostly about unity and solidarity.
As for detailed plans, nothing was mentioned.
By 11 o'clock in the morning, the conference was announced to be concluded.
It was also announced that a banquet would begin in half an hour, and the exchange would take place behind the mountain after the banquet.