The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 102 - 45: Prides of Heaven

The All Methods Assembly is a grand event held once every twenty years in the Cultivation World. Not only do prominent sects attend, but various guilds also never miss it. Moreover, the competition among sect’s young talents has been a long-standing tradition. Before this talent display, there will be a grand auction.

The Assembly is hosted in rotation by the three major sects, and the festivity lasts for half a month, inevitably drawing large crowds daily. It is a world celebration.

This year, the host of the All Methods Assembly is the Wuji Sect. The sect leader of Wuji Sect, who deeply cares about his reputation, has ensured that no mistakes occur under his supervision for the event, preparing all tens of thousands of disciples of the sect two months in advance.

The inns of towns outside the Wuji Immortal Land are already filled with various visitors. Guilds typically commence their market three days before the assembly, providing everything from snacks and clothing to extravagant rare items. Remarkably, even Magic Artifacts and Elixir Pills used by cultivation disciples can be bought and sold here.

The Sect Leader instructed Ye Chenfeng and Jie Wenzhan to go early. The two had no choice but to set off ahead of time.

On the Flying Spiritual Boat, Yang Shirui was in control of the boat’s direction. She had persistently convinced the Great Elder to allow her to travel with Ye Chenfeng and the others. Jie Wenzhan stood beside her, talking to her.

Meanwhile, Ye Chenfeng stood at the bow with Tianmiao, gazing ahead. Kong Hou and Dong Xiao had already transformed into a bracelet and a hairpin, returning to Tianmiao’s wrist and hair.

"There are two flying boats ahead, one following the other, seemingly in pursuit," Jie Wenzhan suddenly spoke.

"It’s the Demon Clan," Ye Chenfeng’s face darkened.

Directly ahead of them, two flying boats were coming towards them. The one in front was fleeing frantically, while the one behind pursued relentlessly. The silver flying boat appeared to be flying at full strength, yet it couldn’t shake off the black flying boat behind. The black flying boat wasn’t hurried, behaving as if it was playing a game.

Ye Chenfeng and Jie Wenzhan almost simultaneously leapt from the flying boat, heading towards the black flying boat.

Tianmiao propped her chin and leaned against the boat railing, watching the one-sided battle with interest. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Soon, the battle concluded. Ye Chenfeng returned with an air of nonchalance, standing beside Tianmiao again.

Jie Wenzhan also returned, but now had someone in his arms. He was holding an injured, beautiful woman.

Yang Shirui’s face changed as she watched this scene.

"Who might this lady be?" Despite the alarms ringing in her heart, Yang Shirui asked politely.

"I am a disciple of the Immortal Sound Sect. My name is Cheng Miaomiao." The woman’s voice was melodious and moving; she leaned weakly against Jie Wenzhan and looked up at him gently, saying, "Thank you very much for rescuing me, brothers. If not for you two, I would not have escaped today."

"Miss Cheng, are you injured?" Upon hearing that she was a disciple of the Immortal Sound Sect, Yang Shirui, despite feeling displeased, set aside her emotions and asked with some concern. Seeing the jade pendant at Cheng Miaomiao’s waist, she confirmed she was indeed from the Immortal Sound Sect.

"I hurt my foot, but it’s not serious. Brother Jie, I can walk by myself, please let me down," Cheng Miaomiao said softly.

Jie Wenzhan placed Cheng Miaomiao on a chair and let Yang Shirui help inspect her injury, as it was inconvenient for him to check her wounds directly due to gender differences.

"Fortunately, there’s no bone damage," Yang Shirui said once she finished inspecting, feeling relieved, "However, Miss Cheng, how did you encounter the Demon Clan?"

"It’s my own fault. I was playful and ran out alone. I ended up encountering the Demon Clan, unable to fight them or escape," Cheng Miaomiao said, still feeling the lingering fear.