Chapter 616 - 398: Little World, Xining Royal Family
[Little Cyan Flood Dragon King: Demon King Ninth Layer, son of the Cyan Flood Dragon King, countless murders]
[Killing him yields 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[He Yuan: Demon King Ninth Layer, disciple of the Profound Crane Sect, countless murders]
[Killing him yields 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[He Xing: Demon King Ninth Layer, disciple of the Profound Crane Sect, countless murders]
[Killing him yields 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
"These two bloodline demons are not on the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell!"
Wei Fan looked at the panel, indeed, those two men in white were from the Crane Race of the Profound Crane Sect.
With the emergence of the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, it seemed that the dojo was about to appear. Experts from both humans and demons began to emerge in large numbers. Shangguan Fei introduced each one that he recognized, and four or five Saint Child-level figures arrived from the Human Race of Treasure Flower Continent.
Of course, the demon side also had a few Saint Child powerhouses flowing with holy blood appearing, but their bloodlines were not as powerful as the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King’s.
There were also some with an immensely powerful aura that Wei Fan sensed, whom Shangguan Fei did not introduce, clearly indicating he did not know them either.
After all, since such a great commotion was stirred, it wasn’t just experts from Treasure Flower Continent that had come, there must be hidden, unknown experts amidst the crowd.
"The Saint Son of Yuan Yi has arrived!" someone suddenly shouted.
In the distance, a chariot arrived, seemingly tearing the sky apart, causing a thunderous roar.
Two men stood side by side on the chariot, with an imposing aura, as if they were the children of heaven and earth, drawing in all the surrounding essence qi spontaneously.
"The Saint Son of Yuan Yi is the Saint Son of the first Holy Sect of Treasure Flower Continent, the Yuan Yi Sect. His father is also one of the Martial Saints of the Yuan Yi Sect. It is said that his divine soul was already condensed at birth, making him a born Divine Realm Martial Sect."
"The Saint Son of Yuan Yi is inherently domineering. If you see the same treasure as him inside the dojo, it’s best to step aside and not contend for it."
Shangguan Fei revealed a look of awe.
A born Divine Realm Martial Sect, coupled with a father who is one of the Martial Saints of the current age, it is almost certain that the Saint Son of Yuan Yi will become a Martial Saint in the future.
"A born Divine Realm Martial Sect..." a Territory Guardian War General from Beiding Continent was shocked into losing his voice.
There were always legends in the Jianghu of individuals born with all their acupoints open, or whose divine souls were already condensed at birth, or some demons born with a Golden Body. But such people were rare, and today they witnessed a born Divine Realm Martial Sect.
Though for people like them, attaining the Divine Realm Martial Sect by their teenage years was possible, self-cultivation and being born with it were of entirely different calibers.
Moreover, since the divine soul relates to will power, such a born Divine Realm Martial Sect’s will power is bound to be extremely terrifying.
"I heard someone once suggested he rush to the Wilderness before the Dao Collapse ends, to assume the identity of a native lifeform, so he might achieve breakthroughs after the Dao Collapse’s nourishment to become a Martial Saint, but he refused, declaring he could become a saint without external help."
He’s arrogant, but indeed he has the qualifications. He naturally has holy blood, is born a Divine Realm Martial Sect, and the Yuan Yi Sect is the foremost Holy Sect of Treasure Flower Continent, thus his hope of becoming a saint is very high.
"It’s a pity for such a person. If he were born in ancient times to cultivate ancient martial arts focused on the divine soul, his achievements would probably be terrifying." Scar exclaimed.
This type of born Divine Realm Martial Sect is best suited for Divine Cultivation Techniques, yet unfortunately, ancient martial arts are scarce in the current Five Great Domains, with only Body Refining Martial Arts retaining inheritance, other ancient martial arts are almost unseen.
"With true skill, whether cultivating ancient martial arts or current martial arts, achievements will not be low." Golden Roc pronounced.
Xuanwu pointed to the person standing beside the Saint Son of Yuan Yi on the chariot: "What about him? Being able to stand alongside the Saint Son of Yuan Yi, his identity must be extraordinary."
Shangguan Fei shook his head, indicating he did not recognize that person: "He is likely a prodigy from outside Treasure Flower Continent!"
"He is from the Wang Family of Xining!" Feng Hua suddenly spoke, startling everyone to look at her.
The Xining Continent Wang Family, one of the Martial Emperor Clans of the Eastern Domain. Except for Wei Fan, even those who had never met them knew of the Wang Family’s reputation.
Of course, more people were elated that disciples of the Martial Emperor’s influence from the Human Race had arrived, as they would have a powerhouse to oppose demons in the dojo. If the two sides’ power disparity were significant, most Territory Guardian War Generals would not enter the dojo.
On the other route, Human Race Martial Kings and Demon Kings were arriving, but unlike the Saint Son of Yuan Yi and the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, the others were very discreet.
"Boom!"
An hour later, the entire plain suddenly trembled, as though an earthquake was happening, cracking all around.
"Boom boom boom..."
Everyone soared into the sky, amidst the soaring dust clouds, seeing the previously glowing fissure spreading rapidly, emitting an even harsher light. Within moments, the fissure expanded from about one or two zhang wide to a hundred zhang, revealing a solid light film.
"The dojo has emerged, charge!"
"Back off!"
A Demon King roared, attempting to rush into the dojo first, but was halted by a roar from the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices in fright and retreat.
All the Demon Kings were terrified, urgently retreating behind the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, allowing him to lead the way.
The Human Race Martial Kings, who also intended to charge into the dojo first, were similarly deterred, promptly stopping in the air, fearful of falling victim to the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King’s viciousness.
The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, along with those two disciples from the Profound Crane Sect, strolled forward, provocatively looking in the direction of the Saint Son of Yuan Yi: "I’ll be waiting for you inside!"
After speaking, he didn’t wait for Yuan Yi the Saint Son to respond, and plunged headfirst into the dojo, disappearing, followed closely by the two disciples of the Profound Crane Sect.
"Yuan Yi the Saint Son once exchanged hundreds of moves with the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King without a winner. It seems this time he plans to settle the score in the Medicine Emperor’s dojo."
Shangguan Fei showed a look of anticipation, but he wouldn’t venture into the dojo, only waiting outside for Wei Fan and the others.
"That’s the intention!"
Yuan Yi the Saint Son drew out a battle halberd and, along with the disciples of the Xining Royal Family, also rushed inside, followed by several other Saint Sons from the Treasure Flower Continent’s Holy Sect.
Human and Demon powerhouses were very restrained, not engaging in battle outside, each choosing a region to start charging into the dojo.
Wei Fan and the Territory Guardian War Generals from the Beiding Continent followed the crowd and soon entered the dojo.
With a blur in front of his eyes, Wei Fan found himself in a mountain area, all those who had entered before him were gone, and those behind him hadn’t appeared.
"Random teleportation? The means of the Martial Emperor are unbelievably mysterious, akin to Immortal Gods!"
He looked up at the sky. Although he had rushed underground, he now seemed to be in another world.
In the sky hung a sun, but its color and temperature were different from the outside world.
He didn’t know if this was an array formation or a world created by the Martial Emperor with astounding means, but it was likely the latter as he didn’t detect any traces of an array, and upon entering here, it felt like returning to the Wilderness.
Here, not only was the Essence Qi thin, but the Dao was also very obscure. Although his cultivation wasn’t suppressed, his Primordial Spirit felt a kind of oppression and discomfort.
"Is it really possible for there to be Celestial Saint Flowers, Holy Blood Fruits here?"
In such an environment, he couldn’t help but harbor doubts, not just because of the thin Essence Qi; many of the weeds in the mountains were withered and lacked vitality.
Obviously, even if a Martial Emperor had created this little world with earth-shattering means, some things were still different from the real world. The most important aspect was that Huangfu Qingyang, the Martial Emperor, was no longer around, and over tens of thousands of years, many things might have decayed.
Wei Fan wandered through the mountains, not daring to be careless. This was the Martial Emperor’s dojo; even though thousands of years had passed, who knew if there were still terrifying things around.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a gigantic claw descended from the sky, aiming to smash Wei Fan into pulp.
Without even looking, Wei Fan casually threw a punch, resulting in a scream, after which a torrent of blood poured down as a mangled Dog Demon corpse fell from the sky.
[Slain Dog Demon, gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 900 years of Martial King’s Power]
[Ordinary Power: 1,620,000 years]
[Martial King’s Power: 40,100 years]
After collecting the remains of the corpse, Wei Fan continued to move forward. Even without finding treasures, as long as he could slay some demon fiends, this trip wouldn’t be in vain. He began to actively sense, and soon after, he found a Demon King in the surrounding mountains searching for treasures.
Wei Fan charged over and slew the Demon King before it could react.
"Brother, impressive skill!"
Suddenly, applause came from behind. Mu Feng leapt down from a hilltop. Wei Fan had actually noticed him a long time ago and just chose to ignore him.
"Brother Minghuo, if you don’t mind, we could team up. We kill demon fiends together, and when treasures appear, we rely on our own skills."
Mu Feng had spent recent days mingling with the Territory Guardian War Generals from the Beiding Continent. Although he and Wei Fan were not very familiar, they knew each other’s code names as Demon Hunters.
"If we encounter demon fiends, I’ll kill them; treasures depend on personal skills!" Wei Fan wasn’t particularly concerned about teaming up with Mu Feng. If there really were treasures, Mu Feng naturally wouldn’t be able to compete with him.
However, he observed that there seemed to be no treasures here. Logically, this was Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo, and after being underground for thousands of years, it should have been filled with spirit medicines, yet he hadn’t found anything worthy to be called a treasure along the way.
"This... works too."
Mu Feng was almost stumped by Wei Fan’s strange words. Teaming up was to prevent running into hordes of Demon Kings, but Wei Fan’s implication was that Mu Feng couldn’t make a move against Demon Kings. Despite his confusion, he agreed.
Indeed, if Wei Fan couldn’t handle it, he’d step in as well.
Next, Mu Feng finally understood what Wei Fan meant. Wei Fan seemed like he wasn’t treasure-hunting but was there to seek out and kill demon fiends.
Following Wei Fan, they found no treasures, but had already killed four Demon Kings. It was either on the way to slay a Demon King or during the process.
He really wanted to remind Wei Fan to focus more on treasure hunting. Although the Territory Guardian War Generals were there to intercept demon fiends, it wasn’t necessary to specifically hunt them down.
"Boom boom..."
Suddenly, the cliff ahead shook as a black-and-white streaked Demon King came running along the cliff, causing it to tremble and rocks to tumble.
Mu Feng’s eyes gleamed with caution: "A Saint Son of the Iron-Eating Beast clan."
"Brother Minghuo, is it still just you making a move this time?"
Though apprehensive, he didn’t flee but rather playfully looked at Wei Fan.
This guy didn’t allow him to make a move; now they encountered a clan’s Saint Son—let’s see how he handles it.