I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

"Demon?" Ah Lang's languid expression became sharp as he sized up the newcomer. "Is this lass Feng also from Xunwang Heaven?"

"Stinky Ah Lang, this is Xiao Lan, a half-demon who was invited by my brother Tianhe to join!"

"Half-demon? Hm, then it's fine."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows secretly as he watched the half-demon whose face was concealed.

It seems he only took care of the disguise, forgetting to change his appearance... His face is on the Heavenly Pride List.

What an oversight!

Xiao Lan spoke cautiously, "Senior brothers, my name is Xiao Lan, and I am a half-demon from Tianyuan Continent."

She did not look at Chen Yi, only glancing at the three men from the corner of her eye.

"Sister Xiao Lan, don't be afraid,"

Qing Feng walked over boisterously, took her hand to sit down, and said, "These two are good people who may look fierce on the outside but are kind-hearted."

"..."

Ah Lang and Chen Yi exchanged glances. They are fierce-looking but kind-hearted?

"Sister Qing Feng," Xiao Lan nodded and then looked at them timidly.

Upon seeing Chen Yi's face, her eyes flashed with surprise and a trace of realization.

Chen Yi looked into her eyes and nodded with a smile as a greeting.

"This is Chen Er, someone you've met before. The other one is a bad guy..."

Ah Lang interrupted her, "Just call me Ah Lang."

"Yes, just call him Stinky Ah Lang."

"Brother Chen Er, Brother Ah Lang," Xiao Lan greeted them obediently one by one.

Ah Lang nodded casually, took a sip of his drink and asked, "Where is Tianyuan Continent? Is there such a place at Taizhou Mountain?"

"Idiot," Qing Feng said with her head held high, "It's the place that's suppressed under Taizhou Mountain."

"That place?"

Ah Lang was stunned for a moment and looked at Xiao Lan somewhat seriously, "Is there a sword cultivator named Li Qingzhou there?"

Huh?

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows secretly. He knows my master?

Xiao Lan glanced at them covertly and then spoke, "Brother Ah Lang, I have indeed heard this name."

"He is the Sect Leader of Sword Edge Mountain of Grand Void Sect in our area, a sword cultivator with extremely profound cultivation."

Chen Yi looked at her and asked, "How does Brother Ah Lang know this name?"

"Do you know him too?"

Ah Lang waved his hand with a smile, "Don't get me wrong. It was mentioned by that Sword Obsession guy last time."

"Remember earlier when I said he was looking to challenge a newly advanced Divine Power Realm sword cultivator? He went to find this Li Qingzhou!"

"Chen... Brother Er, since you are in the Wei Dynasty within Tianyuan Continent, you must be familiar with Sect Leader Li Qingzhou, right?" Xiao Lan inquired.

Seeing everyone looking over, Chen Yi nodded with a smile, "I can't say very familiar, but I've met him a few times."

Saying this, he and Xiao Lan exchanged a look, both cursing in their hearts—such damn good actors!

"Is Sword Obsession also at Divine Power Realm?"

Ah Lang glanced at him and Xiao Lan, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, "No, his Sword Dao is still a bit short of reaching the Divine Power Realm."

"For this reason, he's going to challenge Li Qingzhou, hoping to make a breakthrough."

Is that so?

Chen Yi felt relieved, thinking it was necessary to remind master when returning to Sword Edge Mountain.

Afterward, no one seemed inclined to talk further.

Qing Feng pulled Xiao Lan aside for a whispering chat, while Ah Lang sipped his drink, clicking his tongue non-stop.

Chen Yi observed for a moment and then looked at the giant whirlwind in the distance, pondering.

From what he could tell, apart from Zhao Tianhe and his siblings, the others in Xunwang Heaven came from different places.

Even he and Xiao Lan, though from Tianyuan Continent, were from Demon Court and Wei Dynasty respectively, with no connection between them.

"What is the purpose of such an organization with few rules and restrictions?"

"It can't be just to take care of talented individuals and voluntarily nurture their growth, can it?"

Impossible!

In both his past and present life, every organization Chen Yi came across had a clear objective.

Just like "Hidden Dragon" and Bai Shen Sect, they all had different schemes.

At this moment, Zhao Tianhe appeared in the pavilion, smiling and cupping his hands in greeting, "Forgive me for my lateness."

Qing Feng immediately went up to him, grabbed his beard and complained, "Stinky senior brother, you're so late. Weren't you the one who notified us of the assembly today?"

Zhao Tianhe seemed to grimace as he spoke, "Junior sister, please, let senior brother save some face."

"No way, you were late, making me wait so long. You must compensate!"

"Compensate, compensate, senior brother will compensate."

Qing Feng giggled and said, "Seeing how you understand, just compensate with a Blood Core of the Divine Travel Realm."

Zhao Tianhe's face instantly turned mournful, but he still nodded and agreed.

"That's more like it."

Following that, Zhao Tianhe looked at the few people in the pavilion and said, "Have you all met?"

"Of course, I took care of them."

Qing Feng pointed at Chen Yi, "The newly joined Chen Er is great, the dealings were smooth, unlike Stinky Ah Lang."

"Little sister Xiao Lan too, though her dealings are usually small."

Zhao Tianhe looked at Chen Yi with slight surprise but didn't expose him, merely smiling and saying:

"Please wait a moment. Once senior brother and the Eighth Prince arrive, today's assembly will officially begin."

Chen Yi inwardly smirked ruefully, thinking his disguise was barely hanging on, making little difference whether it was there or not.

"Eighth Prince? Didn't he say he went deep into the Netherworld River?" Qing Feng wondered.

"Something unexpected happened," Zhao Tianhe sighed, "Right after they went in, they encountered that ship and almost lost everyone."

"Old Eight saw the situation was dire and directly contacted senior brother for rescue. They've just left the Netherworld River."

The ship of the Netherworld River?

Chen Yi took note and listened to the conversation.

"Eighth Prince is indeed a bit unlucky," Ah Lang shook his head, "But to escape from the ferryman's hands, he's quite fortunate."