"According to the usual practice of the Jiuzhou Conference, in the previous Jiuzhou Grand Competition, if a disciple made it to the top eight, their sect could enter Silvermoon City directly without waiting in line to register." Bai Shishi's mother said.
Clearly, this arrogant group who didn't need to queue were the sects that ranked in the top eight at the last Jiuzhou Conference.
"Silver Moon City?" Long Chen was taken aback.
"That's right, it's Silvermoon City. You heard that right, but this is the real Silvermoon City.
And the disciples of Silvermoon City you met in the Jialin Immortal Land were just the name of a faction. Bai Shishi's mother said.
"Is there any connection between the two?" Long Chen couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, but not much. In our Tianwu Prefecture, Silvermoon City is just a branch under Silvermoon City, essentially a subordinate force. Every year, they pay tribute to Silvermoon City in Donghua Prefecture, but Silvermoon City doesn't really care about them.
To put it bluntly, they were just using the name Silvermoon City, and there were many factions calling it Silvermoon City. However, anyone who used that name had to pay tribute to the real Silvermoon City.
As for why Silvermoon City allowed others to use his name, no one knew. But one thing was certain: the tribute city collected every year was quite substantial. As for everything else, no one knew. Bai Shishi's mother said.
"The dogs under our command are biting everywhere. Without the owner's tacit approval, it's unlikely. It seems Silvermoon City won't let us benefit either." Long Chen curled his lips and said.
"That's natural, so I said before, our people simply can't get first place.
The Jiuzhou Conference, simply put, is all the factions of Jiuzhou funding and hosting this grand event.
All the prizes were piled up with money from the Jiuzhou factions, and then whoever had the ability to take the treasures would be seen as well. Bai Shishi's mother said.
Luo Bing couldn't help but interject, "Doesn't that mean many sects have to pay a lot of money every time but get nothing?" "
That's right, in the nine great provinces, there are millions of renowned sects, but only geniuses who break into the top 100 can receive rewards. The odds are as low as they could be."
Those who break into the top 100 have incredibly deep foundations and can earn rewards almost year-round.
Most factions could only grit their teeth and participate. There was no other way—if they didn't participate, at least their reputation would drop to second-tier. Such a sect would struggle even to recruit disciples, and over time, it would decline.
So, many sects, knowing they won't get the reward, still come here just for face and fame.
However, many second-rate sects lack the strength and simply won't be invited to the Jiuzhou Conference. They can't even get in if they wanted to. So those qualified to participate, even if they run out of money, will sell everything they need to come. Bai Shishi's mother said.
After she said this, everyone suddenly understood—it was basically a fundraising event. To put it bluntly, a group of poor people helping a group of rich people succeed. This was just too tricky.
"With so much money handed over to the Jiuzhou Conference, it's bound they'll pocket it." Long Chen couldn't help but ask.
"Not really, because the wealth of the Nine Provinces Conference is entrusted to Huayun Trading Company. Huayun Trading Company is the most reputable trading firm in the entire Immortal Realm, which is truly trustworthy." Bai Shishi's mother said.
"Huayun Trading Company?"
Long Chen's heart raced wildly. He knew that the founder of Huayun Trading Company was known as the God of Wealth, an extremely mysterious figure whose true identity was unknown.
The Huayun Sect of Tianwu Continent was his follower. He had been thinking about how to find Huayun Trading Company and inquire about Zheng Wenlong's whereabouts. Unexpectedly, the wealth of the Jiuzhou Conference was managed by Huayun Trading Company.
When the Tianwu Continent was destroyed by the Great Brahma Heaven, the dragon clan's powerhouses intervened, transferring innocent people. Those who met the conditions for ascension were sent to the Immortal Realm, meaning Zheng Wenlong and the others must have also reached the Immortal Realm.
If he could find Zheng Wenlong and cooperate with Huayun Trading Company, some of the shady items Long Chen had could be resold and turned into treasures he desired, which would accelerate his cultivation progress.
However, Huayun Trading Company is different from when it was on the Tianwu Continent. They are too high-end, and ordinary sects are not even qualified to interact with them. Even Lingxiao Academy only trades with Huayun Trading Company once every few years, because the transaction volume does not reach a certain threshold, and Huayun Trading Company does not accept them.
"Senior, could you help me introduce someone from Huayun Trading Company to me? This matter is extremely important to me." Long Chen said seriously.
"Get lost, can't you see ...?"
Long Chen had just finished speaking when someone shoved him. Without thinking, Long Chen waved his hand in one swift motion.
But the person who pushed him was knocked to the ground by a single slap. Only then did Long Chen realize he couldn't hit anyone; it had been purely instinct.
"He pushed me first." Long Chen shouted, declaring he was innocent. He had already been warned and didn't want to be stripped of his qualification.
It turned out that just as Long Chen and the others were talking, that group had already walked over. They hadn't been passing by them, and whether intentionally or not, they had turned a corner and headed straight for them. Everyone else was trying to avoid them, but Long Chen was only thinking about Zheng Wenlong's situation and didn't notice them at all.
Seeing Long Chen not dodge and still standing there gesturing, the man pushed Long Chen. Long Chen reacted instinctively and slapped him casually, causing a commotion.
The disciple who had been knocked down was furious, got up from the ground, let out a furious roar, and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by those nearby.
"If this happens again, regardless of who is right or wrong, all will be disqualified." An angry shout came from inside the city. Clearly, the old man was probably in charge of monitoring the area, seeing everything clearly and issuing another warning.
"Kid, just you wait! Don't let me run into you in the arena, or I'll beat you to death." The disciple spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Long Chen.
After hearing the old man's warning, Long Chen immediately felt relieved and returned to his previous arrogant demeanor. He glanced at the man, twisted his lips, and said disdainfully, "
Judging by the look in your eyes, you seem quite displeased with me, don't you?" What's wrong? Is the road your family's? Why should I let you have the right to do it?
I've seen arrogant people, but never anyone more arrogant than me. If you're dissatisfied, let's find a quiet place to practice and see if I can beat you up, Third Master." "
You..."
The man was furious. He had just been slapped, leaving a big slap mark on his face, and now provoked by Long Chen, he was instantly furious.
"Luo Hao, forget it. Pay attention to your status. What's there to argue with a bunch of clowns who can't even make it into the top 100?" Suddenly, a man stepped out from among the crowd. His long hair draped over his shoulders—a rare brown hair—and the power of his bloodline was fluctuating violently.
"First-generation powerhouse"
Luo Bing and the others were shocked.