Game Materialization: My Identity As The Immortal Emperor Is Exposed - Chapter 35
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Chapter 35 Jianghai Sect Meeting
Qin Mu and Jiang Tian had just confirmed their master-disciple relationship.
Looking at the invitation letter in his hand, he fell into a daze and could not help but recall something. He muttered, “Jiang Wushuang…”
Thinking back to when he met Xia Qiushui.
“By the way, you’re from the Immortal Management Division. You should know who that woman in black is, right?”
Xia Qiushui hesitated for a moment and said, “She is the Immortal Master of our Immortal Management Division, Jiang Wushuang. Previously, she asked me to hide her identity and gave me something before she left…”
“What is it?” Qin Mu asked.
“A letter, an invitation. After seeing this letter, I wondered if you were hiding your identity.”
“This woman…” Qin Mu was slightly surprised. Could it be that the woman in black had instantly confirmed his identity?
Why? Because she was an ancient martial cultivator?
She appeared as soon as he went out. Wasn’t this too coincidental? It was difficult not to suspect that she had come prepared.
“Are you sure?”
“That necklace she’s wearing is called a jade pendant. It’s an ancient cultivation treasure. It was once bought by the Jiang family at an auction. It’s very famous among the wealthy. It’s impossible to be wrong.”
Back to reality. “Perhaps I can figure out which Dao Companion Jiang Wushuang is after going to this sect meeting.” Qin Mu thought as he held the invitation letter tightly in his hand.
The location of the conference was located in a tall building
The top of the tall building was extremely luxurious.
There was a swimming pool, a small garden, a winery, even fruit trees and flowers. It was a huge villa and a manor.
Inside the villa was a huge meeting room.
The person presiding over this meeting was naturally the Immortal Master of the Immortal Management Division, Jiang Wushuang.
Qin Mu arrived as promised on the invitation. He took the elevator to the villa area on the top floor.
Before the meeting began, the room was already filled with people.
A cultivator sat quietly in his seat and waited, but the aura emitted from his body was extremely powerful and oppressive. No one around him dared to sit down.
There was also a young cultivator in a Daoist robe with a wooden sword at his waist. His aura was extraordinary and light. He closed his eyes and rested in his seat. The pressure was not as strong as the former.
There was also a young cultivator hugging his sword and leaning against the wall without moving. There were even some people who were bored and cleaned their Dharma treasures and sabers to kill time.
There were naturally crude cultivators who ignored their dignity and chatted loudly.
There were also many sects that discussed cooperation and alliances.
They had rushed over from outside the province and even the border to participate in the conference to see how strong the various sects were. They also wanted to personally see the strength of the Immortal Management Division and see if it was worth following the rules of the game.
Everyone present had ulterior motives. On the surface, they looked noisy, but in Qin Mu’s opinion, they were only hiding their strength. In fact, most of them were using voice transmissions to size up the strength of the various sects.
Qin Mu had just sat down when seven or eight divine senses scanned him. They were not strong. They were not at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm or the Loose Immortal Realm.
“The one who just came is a kid around 27 years old. I actually can’t see through his cultivation level.”
“Could it be another mighty figure above the True Immortal Realm?”
“Probably. The younger he is, the more we can’t underestimate him. This Sect Meeting is really a place of hidden talents.”
Hearing the secret voice transmission, Qin Mu smiled disdainfully. Voice transmission in front of him? Wasn’t that equivalent to telling him?
Qin Mu quickly found Bai Yanbing in the crowd.
She was holding a glass of juice by the swimming pool and watching everything.
Qin Mu immediately went over to meet her.
“Why are you sitting here alone?” Qin Mu smiled and sat beside her.
“Are you on good terms with your little girlfriend?” Unexpectedly, Bai Yanbing did not appreciate it at all and put on a cold expression.
“Are you still jealous?” Qin Mu chuckled.
“Who will be jealous of you?” Bai Yanbing snorted coldly.
“Alright, the important matter is important. Hurry up and tell me the situation. I don’t recognize these people either.”
“You’re only thinking of me now?” Bai Yanbing glanced at Qin Mu and smiled.
“Yes, yes, yes. Bingbing is right.”
“Get lost! Who’s Bingbing?” Bai Yanbing was speechless.
However, after adjusting her tone, she introduced them to Qin Mu.
“Since you’re here, I’ll give you a simple introduction. This person looks extremely oppressive. There are no cultivators nearby. It’s the Holy Lord of the Red Sun Holy Land, Ye Jingtian, who’s ranked 12th. The average strength of their disciples is relatively strong. This is also the reason why he’s so confident.”
“The one wearing a Daoist robe and a wooden sword at his waist is the 13th cultivator from the One Qi Dao Alliance. Most of them are Daoists from Mt. Wuzhi and there are also Dao Cultivators from all over Great Xia. This is not the Sect Master, but the eldest disciple sent by the Dao Alliance, Yang Buhui.”
“Why are Daoists playing games?” Qin Mu couldn’t help but find it funny.
“I already said that it’s the era of scientific cultivation.”
“The young man leaning on the sword is the First Elder of the Taihua Sword Manor, which is ranked eighth. The Taihua Sword Manor is even stronger than the Jade Pool Holy Land.”
“What about this one?”
Qin Mu stared at a tall girl with a hot figure and a black dress that exposed her snow-white collarbone and bare back.
“Are you up to no good again?” Bai Yanbing said coldly.
“No, I’m just curious.” Qin Mu’s excited face stiffened as he said resentfully.
“She is the Great Palace Master of the Moon Praying Demon Palace. She is ranked 20th and was once ranked in the top ten. This time, her strength has decreased greatly. She has 36 Palace Masters under her and all of them are above the Immortal Realm. They are especially good at bewitching techniques and illusions.”
“Someone from the demonic path?” Qin Mu asked in surprise.
“They’re a member of the demonic path that has already submitted to the Immortal Management Division,” Bai Yanbing said indifferently.
“They’ve already submitted?”
“That’s right. Although she’s from the demonic path, she’s already under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Management Division. She’s probably only here as a formality.”
“You know in detail very well.” Qin Mu gave him a thumbs up in admiration.
“Of course. Did you forget who I am?” Bai Yanbing smiled proudly.
“The Sect Meeting is about to begin.”
Duan Xiaoyao stood on the platform of the meeting and announced. At the same time, his gaze swept across everyone present, wanting to find a certain figure. A trace of pity flashed across his eyes.
“Why are you here?” Bai Yanbing turned around and asked.
“Me?” Qin Mu smiled and gestured with his eyes, “Because of… her.”
Bai Yanbing followed Qin Mu’s gaze and looked at the stage.
A figure in a light blue palace robe was above. Her peach blossom eyes and beauty mole were especially eye-catching. Bai Yanbing recognized her at a glance.
“It’s her? She’s…”
“Immortal Management Division’s Immortal Master, Jiang Wushuang.”
“So it’s her…” Bai Yanbing was enlightened. She knew that no ordinary woman could fight her to a draw. So it was the Immortal Master herself.
Jiang Wushuang had tied her hair into a ponytail today and looked very capable. The palace robe did not have a skirt and stuck to her body like armor. However, it looked like it was made of soft material. She had a pair of blue wrist guards on her hand that was so blue that it was black. The white jade immortal pendant was like the finishing touch, adding to her beauty.
At this moment, Duan Xiaoyao whispered into Jiang Wushuang’s ear, “I don’t see the White-Robed Immortal Emperor.”
“He’s here.” However, Jiang Wushuang smiled as if everything was under control.
“Ah?” Duan Xiaoyao was stunned.