It was daytime, yet the heavens were filled with twinkling stars as if greeting Lu Guijiu.

Lu Guijiu felt something extra in his palm. Glancing down, he saw a star-like stone. It was small and jet-black, yet pleasant to the touch. On its surface, three striking white characters stood out: Ninety-Nine.

This little star was the first place token Lu Guijiu had long pursued.

Tightly gripping the object, Lu Guijiu laughed loudly, as if he had gone mad.

The giant dragon let out another cry in response to Lu Guijiu's reaction.

Hearing the roar, Lu Guijiu finally realized what he was standing on.

"Where did you come from?" Lu Guijiu bent down and gently stroked the dragon beneath his feet.

The dragon let out a soft cry and slightly raised its head as if answering Lu Guijiu's question.

At this moment, Lu Shu's voice rang out: "Supreme yang spiritual energy can transform into a dragon."

Lu Guijiu said: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Lu Shu replied, "In all my existence, I've never seen Supreme Yang energy actually turn into a dragon." So he had assumed it was impossible.

Lu Guijiu's smile was a bit gentle. He solemnly placed the star-like token into his Sumeru Ring, then took out a wooden tablet from the ring and laughed: "Let's go."

The dragon formed of spiritual energy slowly dissipated.

Lu Guijiu fell from the sky. With a slight exertion, he crushed the wooden tablet between his fingers.

With a crisp snap, the scene before him instantly changed. Moments later, Lu Guijiu appeared in a grand hall. Quite a few Lingxu Sect disciples were already standing inside. Seeing Lu Guijiu's sudden appearance, they all revealed various odd expressions.

Some were envious, some were admiring, but most were completely astonished.

The sect leader, dressed in splendid robes, gave Lu Guijiu a kind smile and said: "You finally made it out."

At this time, there were still two days left until the one month deadline for the Xuanwu Conference.

Lu Guijiu laughed and bowed to the sect leader, saying: "Disciple Lu Guijiu greets the sect leader."

The sect leader said: "Bring it out."

Lu Guijiu knew what the sect leader meant. He took out the star-like first place token from his robes and was about to present it to the sect leader when he heard a familiar voice firmly say "Wait!"

Lu Guijiu quickly turned his head and saw Zhang Jingmo in white robes walking over from behind him. Zhang Jingmo smiled: "Sect Leader, don't bully my young disciple now."

The sect leader said helplessly: "Qingyuan, how could you say such a thing?"

Zhang Jingmo said, "Back then, my senior brother Bai Lingxiao also won the first place in the Xuanwu Conference. If I remember correctly, that first place was given to my senior brother, right?"

The sect leader was silent for a moment, then sighed again. "Forget it, I won't argue with you."

Zhang Jingmo gave Lu Guijiu a look, and Lu Guijiu said, "Thank you, Sect Leader, for the treasure." He then casually placed the first-place token into his Sumeru Ring.

The sect leader said, "Now that the Xuanwu Conference has ended, disciples..."

Lu Guijiu could no longer hear what the sect leader said after that. At this moment, he was like a fool, staring at Zhang Jingmo with an indescribable emotion in his eyes that could no longer be suppressed.

Lu Guijiu said in a hoarse voice, "Master."

Seeing that Lu Guijiu was only wearing an undergarment and looked a bit disheveled, Zhang Jingmo knew that he must have suffered a lot. He said, "Guijiu, you've worked hard."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted Lu Guijiu's shoulder.

Lu Guijiu said, "Master, Guijiu didn't work hard. Guijiu just missed Master a little." After saying this, he felt a bit embarrassed and lowered his head, scratching the back of his head.

Seeing Lu Guijiu's rare silly behavior, Zhang Jingmo smiled again. In fact, he had doubts about whether Lu Guijiu could win the first place, so after Lu Guijiu entered the Xuanwu Conference, he went to find his good friend Yu Fen to drink.

During this month, Zhang Jingmo didn't have a good night's sleep. Even when cultivating, he would think about how Lu Guijiu was doing, if he was injured, if someone had plotted against him, if there would be any accidents when fighting for the first place...

However, Zhang Jingmo didn't expect that the things he was worried about happening to Lu Guijiu actually happened to someone else.

Just as Lu Guijiu and Zhang Jingmo were having a heartfelt moment between master and disciple, a piercing howl was heard from the main hall. Everyone suddenly fell silent and looked over at the person who howled.

It turned out that the person who howled was Elder Cen, who had been provoking Zhang Jingmo.

The sect leader stood beside Elder Cen at this time, consoling in a kind tone, "The moon waxes and wanes, people have misfortunes and blessings. Elder Cen, just let it go." Although his words seemed to be comforting, they didn't carry much emotion.

"My disciple, my disciple!" Elder Cen was on the verge of going crazy. If it weren't for all the elders of the Lingxu Sect present in the hall, except for those in seclusion or out, he would have probably already lashed out at Zhang Jingmo.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo's eyes carried a hint of mockery. He didn't step forward to continue rubbing salt in the wound, but instead took a few steps to separate Lu Guijiu from Elder Cen.

Lu Guijiu sensed Zhang Jingmo's intention to protect him, and the joy in his heart became even more intense.

The sect leader glanced at Zhang Jingmo and said to Elder Cen, "Elder Cen, you've also worked hard. Go and rest for today."

Elder Cen's expression was manic, his entire body exuding a crazy aura. He let out a few hoarse laughs and directly left with a sweep of his sleeve.

Looking at his departing figure, the corner of Zhang Jingmo's mouth curled up, and he said to Lu Guijiu, "Well done."

Lu Guijiu smiled.

The sect leader, watching the interaction between Zhang Jingmo and Lu Guijiu from a distance, thought for a moment and still stepped forward to say, "I won't pursue this matter. Be careful."

Zhang Jingmo nodded. On the day before entering the Xuanwu Conference, Elder Cen had been spreading rumors everywhere, saying that his disciple would take Lu Guijiu's life. The sect leader had also come to persuade him because of this.

However, Elder Cen was so arrogant that he didn't give the sect leader any face. He boasted, "Sect Leader, in the Xuanwu Conference, life and death are one's own responsibility. I can't guarantee that Zhang Jingmo's disciple won't have an accident. If you're afraid of him getting hurt, why don't you tell him to crush the wooden tablet as soon as he enters the conference..." After saying that, he started laughing loudly.

It was quite a contrast to his angry and sleeve-sweeping departure today.

The sect leader's pride had been injured by Elder Cen that day, so today he was merely going through the motions of comforting him. To be honest, rather than worrying about Elder Cen being angered, he was more worried about whether the furious Elder Cen would do something crazy to retaliate against Lu Guijiu and Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo, on the other hand, wasn't as worried as the sect leader, because he knew that Elder Cen was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and wouldn't be able to jump around for many more days.

And he and Lu Guijiu had a bright future ahead of them.