Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 905 - 399: Outer Sea Alliance; Obtaining the Moon Shadow Stone (Part 2)

Xu Ping and Duan Shuang alighted from their Escape Light, manifesting their true figures.

Lifting their gazes, they beheld the grand mountain gate, engraved with the ancient words "Yunxiao", Sword Intent thrusting skyward, a natural Dao charm radiating forth.

The gate-guarding disciples exuded robust auras and formidable cultivation bases, orderly welcoming the influx of cultivators attending the gathering, embodying the prestige of a mighty sect.

"The Yunxiao Sect... indeed the foremost power among the Outer Sea Human Race." Xu Ping gave a faint nod.

Hosting an alliance meeting of such grand scale clearly demonstrated its immense strength and lofty status.

Right then, a familiar white-robed figure adorned with cloud motifs strode over, beaming with a brilliant smile.

"Brother Xu, Fairy Duan, you've endured quite the arduous trip!"

Fellow Daoist Sikong cupped his hands in greeting, his attitude far warmer and more respectful than at the Ancient Demon Hall.

"You're too courteous, Fellow Daoist Sikong." Xu Ping and Duan Shuang politely reciprocated the salute.

After exchanging a few words of civility, Sikong Ziyan's face grew solemn, "Brother Xu, the patriarch and the elders have awaited you in the 'Hall of Heroes' for some time."

"Oh? Awaiting my arrival?"

A faint, subtle glint flickered in Xu Ping’s eyes.

For a assembly of Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators to wait like this, such honor was truly exceptional.

Xu Ping kept his composure on the surface, humbly remarking, "What merit does Xu Mou possess to make the seniors wait? It fills me with unease."

"Please, Fellow Daoist Sikong, guide us ahead swiftly, so as not to keep the seniors waiting longer."

"This way, Brother Xu." Sikong Ziyan wasted no more words and proceeded to lead them.

The trio traversed multiple layers of heavily guarded passages, reaching the front of a magnificent hall built from lustrous white jade.

The hall's entrance loomed imposingly, carved with the three bold ancient characters "Hall of Heroes", strokes brimming with vigor, Sword Intent subtly circulating.

Up ahead, four Late-Stage Golden Core cultivators stood rigidly, their presences profound and eyes piercing, resembling unmoving sentinels.

Spotting Sikong Ziyan and Xu Ping, the quartet cast glances and offered slight nods, permitting passage without hindrance.

Yet one advanced, politely addressing Duan Shuang, "Fairy, this hall is reserved for patriarchs' vital discussions. Kindly follow me to a side chamber for repose."

Duan Shuang glanced at Xu Ping, receiving his subtle affirmation.

Though freshly advanced to Nascent Soul, in this context, she lacked the standing to enter.

Grasping the situation, she murmured softly to Xu Ping, "Xu Lang, I'll await your return," then departed with the cultivator.

Sikong Ziyan halted outside the hall too, telling Xu Ping, "Brother Xu, kindly proceed alone; I'll remain here."

Clearly, despite being a core disciple, absent a direct invitation, even he was barred from entry.

Xu Ping's face settled into serene tranquility, striding through the massive hall doors.

Inside, the hall proved surprisingly plain and vast, far from the opulence he'd envisioned.

Beyond the towering stone pillars upholding the ceiling, only the expansive central area remained, dotted with fragrant Spirit Wood chairs spaced evenly, totaling around sixteen or seventeen.

Currently, ten chairs held cultivators in diverse stances, each radiating auras as boundless as abyssal seas.

The instant Xu Ping crossed the threshold—

Ten pairs of gazes, tangible as substance, locked onto him without delay.

No mana surged, no Divine Sense assaulted.

Still, the innate aura from these ten apex figures of the Outer Sea Cultivation World—the spiritual wills forged across endless years of supreme authority—coalesced into an intangible peak, pressing down upon Xu Ping.

The atmosphere grew stifled, frozen in place.

This wasn't deliberate oppression, but a silent... scrutiny.

A trial for this emergent Loose Cultivator, whispered to wield late-stage prowess yet shrouded in mystery, to prove if he merited equality in deliberations on the Outer Sea's fate.

Even a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator might falter under such stares, Dao heart wavering, perhaps tripping in embarrassment.

Yet Xu Ping merely halted briefly, face impassive.

His Divine Sense rippled gently like wind over a mound; the crushing spiritual force that would shatter a typical mid-stage Nascent Soul dissolved silently beneath his effortless dispel.

Xu Ping advanced steadily to the heart of the grand hall, clasping his hands in poised respect and assurance toward the ten Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, his tone firm and resonant:

"Junior Xu Ping greets the seniors."

At that moment, the stifling tension pervading the hall relaxed notably.

Astonishment gleamed at once in the gazes of all ten Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.

This young man... possessing such formidable Divine Sense.

They had sharply detected that recent wordless clash.

Xu Ping had dispelled it effortlessly, with the Divine Sense backlash remarkably pure and compact, surpassing their anticipations.

By Divine Sense potency alone, this youth could hold a mid-tier spot among their group.

Factor in his feat of eliminating a late-stage Ancient Demon... his comprehensive power likely equals that of a bona fide Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

"Young Friend Xu, you are too modest."

The elder occupying the central seat among the ten spoke first, his voice soft like a springtime gust,

"We are merely a few years older, having idly spent some time, while the Young Friend is indeed a formidable young talent, making us old-timers blush with shame."

This elder was clad in a plain coir robe, his visage gaunt, hair and beard entirely white, eyes mild, emanating no trace of mana waves, akin to a commonplace neighborhood elder.

However, Xu Ping refused to lower his guard even slightly; inwardly, his caution surged to its zenith.

The Patriarch of Yunxiao Peak - Yun Weifeng.

The outer sea’s human race’s only recognized Nascent Soul Perfection Great Cultivator.

Nascent Soul Perfection is not an independent major realm, but still part of the late-stage Nascent Soul.