<h4>Chapter 803: Chapter 805: Official Beginning</h4>


    Chu Ge looked at Yang Kun with indifference; he understood Yang Kun’s meaning but remained unmoved.


    He stood there quietly, listening to Yang Kun arrogantly say, "Without a Sect, you’re not qualified to attend the meeting. I advise you not to disgrace yourself and leave quickly."


    Every time Yang Kun thought about how he had been toyed with by Chu Ge, he got angry. Previously, he had barely managed to capture Mu Bingtong to threaten Chu Ge, but this guy turned out to be so cunning — no, not cunning, but cowardly. He didn’t dare topete with him directly, instead using tricks to trap him and escape.


    "Yang Kun, if we’re talking about who’s the least qualified to attend this meeting, it should be you."


    Beside them, Zhang Xin couldn’t stand it anymore. Chu Ge is a rtive of Jian Chunqiu, who is his Pavilion Master, so he ought to speak up for Chu Ge.


    Yang Kun red at him and snorted, "What are you? Do you think it’s your ce to speak here?"


    Zhang Xin snorted lightly, "I am Zhang Xin, the fifth elder of the Sword Pavilion. Do you think people from the Sword Pavilion are unqualified to speak to you?"


    Yang Kun was speechless, wisely choosing to shut his mouth. The Sword Pavilion’s prestige in the world of martial arts was not to be underrated, and it was a presence he dared not offend. Even ten Sunflower Sects could not match one Sword Pavilion; he knew very well that if he offended someone from the Sword Pavilion, the Sunflower Sect would not offend the Sword Pavilion for his sake.


    But given the current situation, he couldn’t be intimidated by this person. His goal was directed at Chu Ge.


    "I’m speaking with Chu Ge; please, people from the Sword Pavilion, don’t interfere."


    After hearing that the other party was from the Sword Pavilion, Yang Kun’s tone became considerably more respectful.


    But Zhang Xin was not cordial with him, "Mr. Chu is here with our Sword Pavilion. Are you implying dissatisfaction with our Sword Pavilion with your remarks about Mr. Chu?"


    Yang Kun was taken aback and instinctively looked at Jian Chunqiu standing beside Chu Ge, dazed for a moment. He hadn’t had much direct conflict with Jian Chunqiu before, but upon looking, he felt that this person seemed familiar.


    "What’s there to look at? This is our Pavilion Master and also Mr. Chu’s elder."


    Zhang Xin snorted lightly; right from the start, he held no good will toward Yang Kun.


    Chu Ge remained silent, not speaking directly to Yang Kun, nor did he exchange nces with him. He didn’t want any conflict with him at the moment; he worried that he couldn’t control his resentment towards Yang Kun and feared he might act against him.


    Jian Chunqiu snorted lightly, his tone somewhat serenely saying, "Enough, what are you all standing here for? The meeting is about to start. Do you want other Sects to wait on you?"


    Jian Chunqiu, when he pretended, carried an air; usually he didn’t behave as a Pavilion Master, yet now his presence was genuinely overwhelming.


    Yang Kun silently took a step back; just now, Jian Chunqiu’s gaze was filled with a dangerous light. He didn’t know where his hatred towards him came from, but at a critical moment he felt intimidated.


    Beside them, people began to notice because of Yang Kun’s conversation. Upon realizing the opposite party belonged to Sword Pavilion, they dared to express dissatisfaction towards Yang Kun.


    "Clearly you are a traitor, the least qualified to attend such a meeting, yet you point fingers at others."


    "Exactly, there’s no clear indication at the meeting that non-Sect participants cannot attend, so why insist on this point?"


    Everyone spoke one after another, and what they said was true and right.


    The guidelines did not clearly state that individuals cannot attend the banquet, and he was indeed a traitor from the ck Witch Sect, having joined the Sunflower Sect. Although it’s unknown what means the Sunflower Sect used to allow him to attend the summit, he long expected to be ostracized by everyone.


    Facing such remarks, he had long been ustomed, yet failing to deal with Chu Ge left him deeply unsatisfied.


    Chu Ge, being the focal point of Yang Kun’s words, showed no emotional turbulence,zily lifting his eyes to nce at Yang Kun, snorting lightly, saying, "Yang Kun, we shall meet in the arena tomorrow."


    After speaking, he followed Jian Chunqiu into the hall.


    Starting tomorrow, it would be duels between major Sects. To maintain fairness and harmony among Sects, engagements generally did not exceed limits. However, there was no clear requirement for individuals, so if Chu Ge openly challenged Yang Kun tomorrow, it could solely rely on fate and individual destiny.


    Jian Chunqiu skeptically looked at Chu Ge, asking, "You want to challenge him to a duel tomorrow?"


    He had expected Chu Ge not to enter the arena.


    Chu Ge nodded, speaking to Jian Chunqiu, "I won’t bepeting with others, but I definitely won’t miss this opportunity to teach Yang Kun a lesson."


    Letting him gost time was far too cheap for him.


    Jian Chunqiu approvingly patted Chu Ge on the shoulder, saying, "I believe your abilities surpass his; there shouldn’t be any problem."


    Chu Ge chuckled lightly, "I also believe in myself."


    Chu Ge followed Jian Chunqiu into the hall, where Nangong Man Sha had arranged seats for them beforehand, sitting together with Jian Chunqiu. Thus, upon entering, they sat directly side by side.


    This arrangement led to an illusion among attendees that Chu Ge was participating in the meeting along with the Sword Pavilion, even sparking suspicion whether Chu Ge might have joined the Sword Pavilion.


    This made those trying to recruit Chu Ge into their Sects feel a little regretful.


    Once seated, Chu Ge closed his eyes to rest, with no intention of addressing these meetings. He didn’t n to speak, merely here to listen to discussions on the future development of Ancient Martial Arts and the bnce among Sects.


    Although Jian Chunqiu was the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion, each year the Sword Pavilion, whether in duels or these meetings, maintained a domineering presence. Thus, he only summarized ording to the issues others raised after listening to their opinions, which he had grown ustomed to over the years.


    So, after sitting, Jian Chunqiu, like Chu Ge, also closed his eyes to rest.


    Meanwhile, Zhang Xin, after sitting down, took out a notebook and pen, neatly cing them before him, preparing to jot down each Sect’s opinions when they start expressing themter, then giving them to Jian Chunqiu.


    The official meeting time was at nine, and people started arriving gradually.


    The meeting hall, capable of amodating over a thousand, now filled less than half, as all Sect representatives attending the meeting totaled about two hundred.


    Thus, when everyone was present, the meeting hall appeared somewhat empty.