?Mobile reading Prepare for departure. Qin Shao smiled warmly at He Muqing and Lin Caiwei in front of him. Eight-zero E-book Suddenly, the beautiful Lin said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to go together!" "Why not?" He was puzzled. They had agreed to go together to the Gathering of the Immortal Sects, and she had specifically requested it. Moreover, Qin Shao wanted her to make an appearance—after all, she was the top beauty in the cultivation world, and as his girlfriend, it would be a significant honor. The beautiful Lin replied calmly, "Lin Fenglei has stepped into the spotlight. He decisively defeated Lin Jia Hao and reclaimed his position as family head. I need to investigate the situation personally to ensure that my old man isn't plotting something from behind the scenes!" "Whoa! That old guy—still managing to rise from the ashes!" He was stunned, eyes wide open, exclaiming, "How could Lin Jiahao possibly have done it? He went to great lengths to seize the position of family head—only to hold it for a few days! That man is known for his scheming and maneuvering—how could he have lost to Lin Fenglei?" Lin Beauty sighed, a bit helpless, saying, "He was simply too confident. He thought that once he secured the full support of the family members, he'd be safe. But in the cultivation world, it's all about strength. Lin Fenglei publicly defeated him in front of everyone, and not a single person stood up to speak in his defense. That's how the old man smoothly reclaimed his position!" Man, Qin Feng muttered under his breath. He truly should have given the old man a proper beating back then—despite being on good terms with him as Lin Beauty's grandfather. A mere injury or a serious defeat would have been the proper hospitality. Now everything is settled. With the old man back in charge of the Lin family, although all the Lin relatives stand united, they may still not be able to match today's Qin Feng. After all, none of them are ordinary—perhaps they've already begun plotting something behind the scenes. This is precisely what Lin Caiwei is most concerned about, so as soon as she received the news, she immediately took action and decided to secretly investigate. "Alright, then, be careful," Qin Feng said, handing her the Jinting Mu. "Use it when it matters most—never put yourself in danger!" "Understood!" Lin, the beautiful woman, accepted the divine artifact and rose to leave first. At this moment, she had already reached the mid-tier of the Void Stage in cultivation, making her a true expert in the cultivation world. As long as she didn't encounter some truly extraordinary individuals, she should be safe from any unexpected setbacks. In fact, Lin was even more envious of the other sisters. After all, she had been diligently practicing since childhood, and only now had she achieved such modest accomplishments. In contrast, the sisters—despite having been involved in cultivation for the longest—had already reached the Huazhen stage after no more than a year. "Leader Hu firmly grasped his ears and said, 'How can we go with such an unrefined name? Why not call it Wan Hua Palace? Then Wan Hua Valley? Or...' 'Can we at least choose a more grand and masculine name?' Qin Shao suggested. 'After all, I'm the Master—such a strong, masculine man—how can we settle for such a gentle-sounding name?' A fair point, Leader Hu furrowed her brows and thought for a moment, then said, 'We need something grand, masculine, and at the same time, we must highlight our sisterly bond. How about Ling Miao Sect? It's elegant, yet still grand—what do you think?' Qin Shao read it aloud twice, then nodded, 'Ling Miao Sect... excellent. That's it. We'll call it Ling Miao Sect! Woo-hoo!' Thus, a new sect was born. Though the cultivation world had not yet officially recognized it, it was impossible to halt its rapid growth. After all, even the leading sect, Xiao Yao Sect, couldn't guarantee that all its disciples were true masters." To be aware that besides the three young sorceresses, the other dozen or so—including Qin Feng—were all cultivators at the level of Zhiding or above. The two set off happily, riding on their flying swords toward the south. They were among the later groups to depart; when most sects received the invitations, they had already begun to leave. The earliest arrivals had already been settled there for a week. This gathering of the Celestial Deities was held on a small island belonging to the Xiaoyao Sect—a location remote from the world's bustle and beautifully scenic, making it an ideal venue. In fact, the Fire God Elder and the Piao Miao True Person also hoped to host the gathering on their own grounds, as that would give them a geographical advantage and increase their chances of securing the Lotus Platform. However, their sects were nestled deep in mountainous forests, though often unnoticed and unremarked upon in daily life. Who could guarantee that a gathering and a series of battles among them wouldn't draw the attention of the outside world? What if they were exposed? So they had no choice but to agree to come here, effectively surrendering their home-field advantage to Dong Qinkuan. As the host, Dong Qinkuan held the authority to issue directives; as the organizer of the Gathering of the Immortal Sects, he determined the opening date, the program content, and everything else—guests' meals, lodging, and daily routines were all subject to his instructions. The Fire God and the Ethereal True Person had managed to secure the status of co-organizers, only to soon find that the rights they had painstakingly earned were fragmented beyond recognition. Dong Qinkuan played his cards, arguing that since it was the Gathering of the Immortal Sects, having only two co-organizers was unsuitable. He then reached out to the heads of the nine major sects, individually granting them co-organizer status, thereby expanding the number of co-organizers from two to eight. As a result, every matter now required consensus among all parties. Yet the organizing authority remained unchanged—no one could challenge his supremacy. Dong Gqian led several disciples who were both well-looking and of high rank, dressed in white silk robes, their feet adorned with ornate flying swords. Together, they formed a group of six, gliding gracefully around the island, claiming it was a routine inspection.