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Chapter 44 Celebrities Make Their Appearance

Just as the onlookers were lining up to try and get closer to He Yun, a dense sound of footsteps came from outside the lounge. This sound drew everyone's attention, and their gazes turned in unison towards the door.

Guided by the martial artists of Jingtian Pavilion, two young men from the Huashan Sect were the first to enter the rest room. They appeared to be thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in matching blue robes, with handsome faces and sharp eyes. The boy in the lead was named Zhang Lingfeng, and the other was named Zhang Tao; both were personal disciples of the Huashan Sect's leader.

Next came three people from the Wudang Sect. One was a boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, named Li Mingchen, and the other was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, named Lin Wan'er. Behind them was an elder of the Wudang Sect named Yuan Songhe, who was quite famous in the martial arts world and was one of the four elders of the Wudang Sect. Yuan Songhe's appearance made everyone present feel a sense of awe.

Following them were four young people from the Tang Clan, all appearing to be no more than fifteen years old—three boys and one girl. The leader was named Tang Ziming, and the other three were Tang Zihao, Tang Ziliang, and Tang Yuqing. Their eyes gleamed with shrewdness and cunning, clearly indicating they were elite disciples of the Tang Clan.

Next came two young men from the Kunlun Sect. They looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in grey robes, with composed expressions and calm eyes. The one in the lead was named Qin Yi, and the other was named Yang Zhen. Both were clearly the Kunlun Sect leader's prized disciples.

The Diancang Sect followed closely behind, also with two boys around thirteen or fourteen years old. One was named Jiang Yunfei, and the other Zhou Zhibo. They wore long blue robes, had handsome faces, and their eyes revealed a heroic spirit.

Two young men from the Qingcheng Sect followed. They appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in green robes, with handsome faces and an air of refined elegance in their eyes. The one in the lead was named Huang Zhangwen, and the other was named Ye Qingsong; both were personal disciples of the Qingcheng Sect's leader.

Looking at the Emei Sect, four people had arrived. An elder of the Emei Sect named Liu Ruomei led three girls, around thirteen or fourteen years old, into the lounge. These three girls were Liu Wanbing, Liu Qingfeng, and Lin Ruoxi. Each of them was exceptionally beautiful and elegant, instantly attracting the attention of most of the men in the lounge.

Although the three girls from Emei were even prettier than Zhao Xue, He Yun only glanced at them before looking behind him, without lingering on the three Emei girls.

After the Emei Sect members arrived, the atmosphere in the lounge reached a small climax.

Following them, the two abbots of Shaolin Temple entered the rest room. They were Master Zhikong, the head of the Bodhidharma Institute, and Master Zhiming, the head of the Arhat Hall. The two abbots did not bring any of the younger generation of Shaolin Temple, presumably just representing the temple to make an appearance at Jingtian Pavilion.

As the last person to step into the Shaolin Temple building entered, the people in the lounge sighed in surprise.

It turned out that the last group to enter was the Beggars' Sect. A dozen or so young beggars, disheveled and filthy, were led by two elders of the sect. To an outsider, they looked like they were there to beg for food. The leading elder was named Guo Changfeng, and the other elder was named Sun Dayong; both were quite renowned in the martial arts world. Among these young beggars, apart from the leader, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth named Zhang Hu, who was somewhat famous within the Beggars' Sect, the rest were all unknown members just there to make up the numbers.

As the martial artists from Jingtian Pavilion led these rising stars from prominent Jiangmen families into the room, everyone looked on with admiration.

Just as everyone was discussing the arrival of these rising stars, someone whispered, "Why is no one from the Long River Sword Sect here?" The voice was so low that, apart from the sect elders with profound internal strength, probably no one in the lounge noticed it.

However, these words caused a ripple among the crowd, with many secretly wondering whether the Changhe Sword Sect, one of the nine sects, truly had no one participating in this martial arts competition to select a son-in-law.

"Who says no one from my Long River Sword Sect comes?" At this moment, a powerful voice rang out from outside the lounge. The voice carried an undeniable authority, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Even the young people from various sects who had just entered turned their gazes towards the entrance. A handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen, carrying a sword, entered from outside. His extraordinary bearing and handsome appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. He wore a light blue robe with a golden ribbon tied around his waist, further highlighting his distinguished air. His steps were steady and confident, each step exuding composure, as if the entire world was under his control.

The elders from various sects present immediately recognized the face upon seeing it—it was none other than Long Zaitian, the young sect leader of the Changhe Sword Sect. Long Zaitian had already risen to fame in the martial arts world, not only because he was the young sect leader of the Changhe Sword Sect, but also because of his outstanding martial arts skills and extraordinary demeanor.

As Long Zaitian entered, the atmosphere in the lounge reached a climax. Young men and women from the other nine factions came to Long Zaitian to greet him. Long Zaitian smiled and responded to each one, his demeanor and charm captivating everyone present.

He Yun, Zhao Xue, and Li Fanglin also stepped forward to exchange a few pleasantries with Long Zaitian, their hearts filled with admiration for the young sect leader's demeanor.

Afterwards, these young heroes from the nine sects and one faction took their seats at the ten large mahogany tables, arranged by the martial artists of Jingtian Pavilion. Once everyone was seated, the entire lounge became even more orderly, with disciples from each sect exchanging pleasantries in a harmonious and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Just then, a handsome and dashing martial artist from the Jingtian Pavilion, in his early twenties, appeared at the entrance to the lounge. He wore a dark blue robe with a gold belt around his waist.

His appearance and demeanor were in no way inferior to Long Zaitian's, and in some aspects even surpassed him. The other Jingtian Pavilion warriors, regardless of age, followed him obediently, showing him the utmost respect.

The martial artist, barely in his early twenties, walked slowly into the lounge, each step steady and powerful, as if he controlled the entire room's atmosphere. He stood in the center of the lounge, surveying his surroundings, his eyes radiating an undeniable authority. Then, he introduced himself in a deep, resonant voice, loud and powerful, making one admire his profound internal strength at such a young age.

"Young heroes, I am Situ Changkong, the senior disciple of Jingtian Pavilion." His voice echoed in the lounge, every word clearly audible, as if everyone could feel the power in his words.

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