My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

The others looked at each other and their curiosity was aroused.

Invite all the powerful people to discuss the matter?

Wang Siqi put down her bowl and chopsticks, supporting her fair chin with her delicate hands.

"We should discuss an alliance. The aristocratic families are used to being free and unfettered, so they won't be willing to submit."

It’s like if someone wanted to buy her company, she would not agree.

Only resistance...

"The alliance is great." Wang Xiaoke's eyes drifted: "I left in a hurry last time and didn't finish what I wanted to say."

Xie Shuiyao saw his eyes sparkling and she had a plan in mind at the first glance.

But it doesn't matter, she just wants to join in the fun.

She either practices cultivation or stays at home writing code all day long. She has long wanted to go out for a walk with her brother.

"Tomorrow afternoon, the address is Mo's house."

Wang Yingying sighed. She didn’t expect it to be held in the Mohist School.

Come to think of it, Mohism is located in the suburbs and is the ruler of China both overtly and covertly, so it is a perfect fit.

"Oh, yes!"

"My eldest sister will be home tomorrow, along with my fourth and sixth sisters."

"Xinru was originally supposed to be home tomorrow, but the crew wouldn't let her go, so she'll have to be home the day after tomorrow at the earliest."

"As for my second sister, she will have to wait until the day after tomorrow."

Wang Xiaoke said indifferently: "It's okay to be late."

Wang Yingying looked at him suspiciously: "Why did you ask these busy people to come back, kid?"

"You'll know later." Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips and smiled.

Wang Yingying raised her eyebrows.

It's so mysterious that I don't know what's going on.

After breakfast, Wang Xiaoke called the Kunlun ancestor.

He was assigned the task of guarding the Wang family.

Bai Ming called in the afternoon and mentioned tomorrow's parliament meeting.

"I hope you can attend this invitation from the three great families."

"Since you know the Mo family, I won't send you an invitation."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoke agreed and hung up the phone in a hurry.

The next day, people from the Mohist School arrived one after another, and someone came specially to receive them.

The servants couldn't help but be curious, for they had heard that these were all distinguished guests.

The strange thing is that they are dressed differently and have different ways of speaking.

The only thing they have in common is that they all have a strong aura.

And the servants noticed that almost no one drove a car. Could it be that they all walked here? This is too weird.

At the gate of the Mo family’s main residence, the top leaders of the Dragon Group were ordered to guard it.

"Shennong... Senior, please come in!"

Luo Yun brought his disciples here, and he was also invited here.

Mo Qiaoer stood behind him, wearing a cloud-shaded dress.

"Master, you have learned a lot on this journey. It's not as fun as this in the mountains. It's more interesting outside."

"Look at how magnificent their mansion is. It must be more comfortable to live in than ours."

Luo Yun looked around. He had not been out of the mountain for a hundred years. He did not expect that the world had changed so much. It felt like a lifetime ago.

As the sky gradually changed, more and more monks gathered in the hall.

Roughly six hundred people.

Above the hall, sat a dozen hidden and powerful men.

A strong sense of oppression emanated from these people, making the entire hall feel depressing.

Everyone present is a Nascent Soul, and many have been famous for hundreds of years.

Those below the Nascent Soul stage don’t even have the qualifications to sit down…

"Li Jianxian, I heard that you gave up the title of Jianxian to a younger generation?"

The one who spoke was the ancestor of Tianshi Mansion, Zhao Sheng!

Li Jinjiu sat in the corner, his eyes full of sharpness.

"Friend Wang is a master of swordsmanship. The title of Sword Immortal belongs to the most capable."

"I'm not as good as him!"

Qian Fugui smiled and suddenly interrupted.

"Senior Zhao is in seclusion, how come you have time to come here?"

Zhao Sheng smiled without saying anything and secretly glanced at the people around him.

If they were only discussing the attack on Liuxue Sect, he would naturally not bother to come.

Any youngster can be sent to discuss the matter.

The key is Wang Xiaoke, he actually went to the ancient world...

And that guy Wu Tu actually broke through the shackles.

How could he not be curious? Who here wouldn't be curious?

The ancestor of the Ji family drooped his eyelids and took a sip of hot tea.

Suddenly his brows tightened and he looked at the noisy crowd in the hall.

"The Xiao family of Nanhai?"

Nangong Patriarch Nangong Chi opened his eyes and saw a group of people stepping into the hall.

The leader was a white-haired old man with a cold gaze.

He is simple and majestic, giving people a sense of awe without even being angry.

He is the ancestor of the Xiao family, Xiao Cang!

The younger generations of the Xiao family behind him all had pride in their brows.

As one of the four royal families, the Xiao family was not weaker than the Mo family at its peak.

"Haha, it's quite lively today as we are all gathered at the Mo family."

All the monks held their breath and looked at the old man.

"As members of the same royal family, the Mohist family holds the power of a country, and even their clan land is so magnificent. I envy them very much."

Xiao Cang glanced at the square, and no emotion could be heard in his tone.

The monks below were talking to each other secretly, their eyes filled with suspicion.

"It seems like the Nanhai Xiao family is not easy to mess with?"

"Why ask? The Xiao family has a long history and was once as famous as the Mohist family."

"I heard that Xiao Fen died at the hands of Mo Xuanyuan, so there was a grudge. Xiao Fen is Xiao Cang's great grandfather."

"No wonder you are so rude. The relationship between the two tribes is very bad."

"That's right. When Emperor Xuanyuan was around, he often suppressed the Xiao family!"

"..."

Xiao Cang's eyes fell on the seats and found several faces very familiar.

Li Jinjiu narrowed his eyes slightly. He was already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

But the aura exuded by this old man was like a stream meeting a river.

"The Ji family and the Nangong family are here, why aren't there any members of the Mo family?"

"Could it be that all those old guys have passed away, tut tut."

Xiao Cang spoke in a calm tone and walked straight to the seat above.

Among a row of seats, a few seats in the middle were empty.

Without thinking, he sat in the center seat.

All the monks were startled and their eyes became strange.

Although the aristocratic families called for it, it was after all the Mohist territory.

It is reasonable and logical that the ancestor of Mohism should sit in the main seat.

Mr. Fan had an unpleasant look on his face and walked out of the crowd to dissuade them.

"Senior Xiao, the seats of the aristocratic family are in order. I hope you can understand."

"Our ancestor is not in a position to come forward, so President Wang will negotiate on our behalf, so Senior Xiao..."

Before Xiao Cang could say anything, the younger generations who were accompanying him started to ridicule him.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Cang looked at him with a smile.

Fan Gongfeng felt more pressure: "This position belongs to President Wang."

"ridiculous!!"

There seemed to be a sound of thunder in the hall, and all the monks turned pale.

Under the overwhelming pressure, Fan Gongsheng's legs couldn't stop shaking.

"You are just a Jindan, and you dare to talk about me? How arrogant you are!"

"Don't mention that your ancestor is not here, even if he is here, what does it matter?"

"I am a descendant of the royal family. Do you think that younger generation is more qualified than me to sit in the main seat?"

Nanhai is thousands of miles away from Kyoto, and the Xiao family is far away from the emperor.

They have been recuperating in secret, and their overall strength is even greater than the other two.

As for Mo Xuanyuan and others, it is time for them to pass away.

If he doesn't die, he will die of old age. How can he suppress the Xiao family of Nanhai?

After Xiao Cang said this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

Nangong Chi sneered: "Old man Xiao still has the same temper, but that young man is extraordinary, be careful or you will get humiliated here!"

The two were both at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and had fought against each other many times.

"So what? I have inquired about him and he is indeed as talented as a dragon."

"But in terms of seniority, you are not even ahead of me."

Ji Heng rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy.

You are putting on such a high posture now, but if you need help from others later, just wait and see what this old ghost will do!

"People from the association are here?"

Following a commotion, Bai Ming and Gu Li brought people in.

Bai Ming was wearing a sky blue long dress, and her brows revealed a bone-chilling coldness.

She walked up alone and chose a secluded empty seat.

Glancing at the old man in the middle, Bai Ming frowned and then relaxed his brows.

Finally, Fan Gongsheng could not stand the pressure anymore and he knelt down in the hall with a plop, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down his chin.

"Humph!"

A force removed the pressure and someone helped Fan Gongfeng up.

"Is it inappropriate for Senior Xiao to bully the weak?"

Bai Ming met the old man's gaze without being humble or arrogant.

Xiao Cang didn't expect to be disobeyed, and anger suddenly surged in his heart.

With five fingers slightly bent, the pressure of the peak Nascent Soul stage descended, Bai Ming's face changed, and the chair shattered into powder with a "bang!"

"How dare you stand up for him?"

Bai Ming's delicate body trembled slightly, as if being locked by the blue dragon.

"Okay." Nangong Chi interrupted: "She is Han Daoren's disciple."

Xiao Cang pondered and said, "What about Han Daoren's disciple?"

"No matter whether he is dead or alive, you will have to pay the price for disobeying me."

"Apologize to me, and let's leave it at that!"

The monks from the association in the hall were all a little embarrassed.

This is too overbearing and arrogant!

"You are not worthy, get off!"

A cold voice reached everyone's ears.

"who!"

"How dare anyone slander my Xiao family?!"

The Xiao family followed the voice and looked at the beautiful woman who was approaching.

The woman was dressed in a scarlet gold dress, dignified and noble, with white silk falling like a waterfall and her beautiful eyes containing a coldness that kept people at a distance.

"This……"

"It's the Phoenix Master, the Phoenix Master of this generation of the Mo family. It is said that his talent far exceeds that of all the previous Phoenix Masters."

"Now we are going to have a good show. They are showing off their power in the Mohist school and bullying the Mohist priests. They must ask for an explanation..."

Xiao Cang frowned slightly. He had seen the previous Phoenix Lord, but he was far inferior to this girl.

If the old ghost of the Mo family were still alive, he would definitely treat her like a treasure.

Bai Ming's body felt lighter.

Mo Yanyu walked to the center and said without allowing any objection.

"Has the Xiao family abandoned the way of etiquette?"

"Make way, this is not your seat."

"Besides, please put away your temper, otherwise you will not be welcome in the Mohist School."

"!!!"

The hall was eerily quiet, and you could almost hear a pin drop.

This shows no respect at all, and they are not afraid of angering the other party.

……