If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 446 Are there any masters? !
On the ancient ship with a large flag with the word "ghost" fluttering, the Ghost Sect's elder Gui Wuchang had his hands behind his back. He seemed indifferent, but the corners of his eyes were twitching slightly, and when he spoke, there was a sigh.

"I didn't expect to miss the fight between the Eight Desolate Marquis and the Eight Desolate Monster. If I had missed it earlier, maybe..."

Shentongzi frowned and took another look at the surrounding environment with a look of suspicion on his face.

This desolate land did look strange and terrifying, but he did not detect any signs of a three-hundred-round battle from the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It feels like it might just be one round.

However, Shentongzi had already been beaten by the Great Wilderness Alliance, and his originally arrogant and domineering character had been restrained a lot. Now that he had finally gotten the help of the Ghost Sect, he didn't want to be beaten again for no reason, so Shentongzi did not deny it directly, but expressed his doubts in a more tactful way.

"Is that the Marquis of Bahuang? Is he really as terrifying as the rumors say?"

"Of course. Even Emperor Yu was wary of him and banished him to the land of the Eight Desolations in the name of the Eight Desolations." Gui Wuchang tightened his fingers behind his back slightly, "He is not just a commoner marquis."

"Even Emperor Yu is afraid of him?" Shentongzi exclaimed.

He has been catching up on the current situation these days. Everyone has their own opinions on Dayu's overall strength, but there is only one evaluation of Emperor Yu.

Invincible in the world, he suppresses millions of sects by himself.

Shentongzi had already witnessed the strength of the Ghost Sect, so he had long since put away his contempt for the millions of Taoist sects.

And this Marquis of Bahuang could actually make Emperor Yu afraid?

What kind of cultivation is this?
"Cultivation is secondary. The most important thing is the blood flowing from Li Huang's body." Gui Wuchang smiled mysteriously at first, but soon snorted coldly as if remembering something. "Emperor Yu's fate is about to end. He will definitely not leave behind the scourge of Bahuang Hou. This Taoist competition is a good opportunity."

Shentongzi understood the meaning behind Gui Wuchang's words, "The Ghost Sect wants to use this opportunity to win over Marquis Bahuang?"

"It's not the Ghost Sect, it's the Prison Gate!" Gui Wuchang said in a grim tone, his hands clenched tightly into fists. "Dayu's fate is about to come to an end. Even the Sword Gate can be rebuilt, so why can't my Prison Gate?! This sect competition is the perfect stage for it!"

Although he didn't know why Monk Dayu was so obsessed with the suffix "men", Shentongzi felt that if he could join this small group by shouting a few slogans, then shouting a few words would not be a big deal.

Ever since being beaten up by the Great Wilderness Alliance, Shentongzi has come to understand the principle of knowing when to act. Being a little polite can earn you good treatment. Isn't that a good thing? Is his life too comfortable? He really needs to be so foul-mouthed that he can slap his own father to death?
"Shentongzi, we will need your help when the time comes," Gui Wuchang looked at Shentongzi.

Shen Tongzi, who was just thinking of shouting slogans to get by, was taken aback, with a strange look on his face, "I did agree to help you in the competition, but how can I help you build the prison gate?"

It's not that his supernatural powers are fake, he is just speaking the truth. No matter how talented he is, he is only in the Nascent Soul stage now. He is really curious about how he can help.

"Although the Dao Pillar suppressed the Great Wilderness Daoist tradition, it also invisibly opened a backdoor for your Great Wilderness Daoist tradition," Gui Wuchang laughed meaningfully. "The Dao Pillar will sort out the Daoist traditions. Similar Daoist traditions will merge imperceptibly. The stronger will swallow up the weaker. This has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation. What matters is the foundation of the Daoist tradition."

Shentongzi understood Gui Wuchang's intention, "You mean... you want to use me to ask the Ghost Sect to annex another sect?"

Gui Wuchang nodded and said slowly, "The Inviting God Sect, their Inviting God tradition is based on your Inviting Ghost Sect, but their tradition can be said to be a modified and harmonized version of your Inviting Ghost Sect."

"Although your sect of inviting ghosts says "inviting ghosts", it actually creates ghosts. You raise ghost inducers on your body, and you can summon big ghosts with just a thought."

Shentongzi raised his eyebrows slightly, and a few cracks appeared on his face. "Could it be that... the Ghost Sect also consulted my Ghost Sect?" Gui Wuchang laughed a few times. "The Great Wilderness Sect is profound and extensive. The Dayu Sect is just standing on the shoulders of giants."

"As for the Inviting God Sect, they've been so tied up, blindly worshipping the gods and clinging to the word 'inviting' that they've made no progress in tens of thousands of years. If they continue like this for another ten thousand years, there won't be any change either. This is truly a disgrace to our Dayu Daoist lineage."

Gui Wuchang's smile gradually deepened. "I wonder if you, Shentongzi, have any ideas for giving the Qingshen Sect some guidance?"

The beating from the Great Wilderness Alliance calmed Shentongzi down considerably. He was still mad, but he didn't dare act rashly anymore. Facing Gui Wuchang's suggestion, Shentongzi responded calmly, "You want me to promote the Ghost Invitation Sect and use it to swallow up the God Invitation Sect?"

"Exactly."

"Is this possible?" Shentongzi asked calmly, "The Please God Sect is a super sect, with at least one immortal hidden behind it. Even if the Please Ghost Sect can merge with the Please God Sect, it's not something I, a Yuanying, can do."

"Hahaha—Prodigy, what are you talking about? Since you've chosen to cooperate with us, how could we abandon you?" Gui Wuchang laughed a few times. "It's certainly not easy to suppress a super sect, but you have the support of us, the Prison Gate. As long as you have our support, annexing a super sect will not be a difficult task!"

Shentongzi understood and smiled calmly, "I just need to defeat the Tianjiao of the same realm from the Qingshen Sect in the Dao Sect Competition, and that's all."

"Naturally, after emerging in such a harsh environment as the Great Wilderness, the invincible Shentongzi of his generation should not lose to those greenhouse flowers of the Qingshen Sect."

"Humph--"

Shentongzi responded to Gui Wuchang with a contemptuous snort.

Not to mention being at the same level, for him, killing an opponent of a higher level is as easy as drinking tea and having a meal.

Although it has been confirmed that Dayu's Taoism is not weaker than Dahuang's Taoism, Shentongzi also sees the flaws of Dayu's Taoism. Dayu's Taoism is not cruel enough, nor fierce enough. It is simply a model student taught in a rigid manner. The moves are rigid and look like they are taking an exam.

There is absolutely no way such a mild-mannered cultivator could defeat a cultivator from the Great Wilderness who was transformed from blood and fire, let alone him, a monster among the cultivators from the Great Wilderness.

He will definitely be able to kill Dayu Tianjiao without leaving a single survivor!
Just when Shentongzi was feeling proud, another unusual movement came.

A huge ancient ship came riding on the clouds, with a mysterious attic floating above the ship, and chains tightly connecting them.

The chain between the attic and the ship swayed slightly in the wind, making a low metallic friction sound. Whenever the ship passed through the clouds, the attic was hidden in the thick fog, leaving only the outline of the chain vaguely visible in the clouds.

The attic window was half open, and dim candlelight was faintly shining through, as if someone was moving around in it, but it was not clear.

The mysterious and ancient aura overshadowed the other seventy-two ancient ships.

Gui Wuchang's pupils shrank slightly.

"There are still masters!?"

(End of this chapter)