Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Top Ten of the Golden List

"This is the Great Emperor Golden List that summoned this palace?"

The eerie crimson light dispersed, revealing a bewitching woman. Her seductive charm made her beauty calamitous, not inferior to Lin Qianmo or Lan Youruo. Yet the brand of enchantment she possessed was something Lin Qianmo and the others lacked.

"Who are you?"

Great Emperor Ziwei eyed her with hostility. "Are you also a name on the Great Emperor Golden List?"

The woman moved with coquettish grace, but bone-deep arrogance radiated from her. She ignored Great Emperor Ziwei’s questioning and fixed her gaze on Lin Qianmo.

"Daoist Friend Lin, it’s been a long time." The woman smiled alluringly. "How fares my dear brother lately? I’ve heard he now embodies the luck of the Yuan Realm and holds the first place on the Hidden Dragon List set forth by the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?"

"You are outrageously insolent, woman!" Great Emperor Ziwei flushed with anger.

"Daoist Friend Ziwei, this is Dong Ning’er. Her name may be unfamiliar, but you might have heard of her title." Lin Qianmo replied impassively. "She is the tenth-ranked Demon Emperor Yinghuo."

Gasp—

The crowd erupted in awe. Another supreme prodigy had arrived.

Dong Ning’er giggled softly. "Daoist Friend Lin flatters me. Years ago, you were still at the Quasi-Emperor level. Now, you’ve reached the peak of the Great Emperor realm and secured third place on the Great Emperor Golden List. This humble sister pales before you."

A sliver of sharpness flickered deep within her eyes.

"Daoist Friend Lin, you haven’t answered me." Dong Ning’er’s voice turned cold. "Back then, you schemed to drive me away and abscond with Nangong Zhandao. I still have that score to settle!"

At these words, Ye Xu gradually pieced things together. During his earlier revelation of Nangong Zhandao’s fate—entwined with numerous romantic fortunes across Great Emperors and quasi-emperors—this Dong Ning’er was likely among them. Evidently, Nangong Zhandao hadn’t favored her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have formed ties with Lan Youruo.

"Nangong Zhandao now lives harmoniously with Lan Youruo, their bond strong. He is poised for attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor." Lin Qianmo recounted calmly.

"Humph!" Dong Ning’er snorted derisively. "Lan Youruo possesses mere common looks. How could she ever be worthy of Nangong? Devoted wholeheartedly to the Dao, he needs only me as his true counterpart."

Lin Qianmo merely smiled in response. The Nangong Zhandao of the past might have had such inclinations, but his current self stood firmly upon his Dao heart, enlightened and unshakable on his path. He would never step onto such a road.

"Daoist Friend Lin, my journey to the Yuan Realm isn’t solely for its fortunes—I also intend to take Nangong Zhandao back. If you dare obstruct me, do not blame me for severing ties and settling debts both old and new."

Dong Ning’er declared menacingly.

Lin Qianmo paid her no mind; a hundred Dong Ning’ers still couldn’t match even one finger of the Creation spiritual embryo. Let her scheme as she wished.

"Haha… Daoist Friend Yinghuo, as a ruling Demon Emperor commanding a branch of the demon clan, how laughable to obsess over a mere human! Aren’t you fearful of becoming the target of ridicule?"

A hearty laugh echoed through the heavens as a man in the green robe surfaced at the edge of the firmament. Hands clasped behind his back, he advanced as though treading solid ground—in just one step, he spanned tens of thousands of miles.

With a single flicker, he stood within Linglong City.

The man in the green robe stared at the Great Emperor Golden List, clicking his tongue in wonder. "The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is truly immeasurably profound. This page of the Great Emperor Golden List is even more mystical and wondrous."

"Feng Suiyuan, you’ve finally arrived." Great Emperor Ziwei rubbed his hands together, his battle intent blazing, looking utterly impatient. "I’ve been waiting for you forever!"

Feng Suiyuan, ranked sixth on the Great Emperor Golden List.

"Yu Ziwei, I came to Linglong City not to compete with you." Feng Suiyuan’s expression was calm as he spoke. "Moreover, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion has already announced the rankings; I stand above you. There’s even less reason for us to fight."

"Just now, I heard from Daoist friend Yinghuo. Could this Daoist friend perhaps be Lin Qianmo?"

Feng Suiyuan looked towards Lin Qianmo.

Lin Qianmo gave a slight nod with her head.

"And this Daoist friend?" Feng Suiyuan then looked at Ye Xu, directly bypassing Yuan Daokong, who had only recently entered the Great Emperor realm.

"Ye Qing Xuan."

Ye Xu replied with a smile.

"Could it be that you are ranked first on the Great Emperor Golden List?"

In that instant, both Feng Suiyuan and Dong Ning’er changed expression, their faces turning solemn.

"It’s just a modest reputation. If any of you desire it, you can have it." Ye Xu said nonchalantly, as carefree as a passing cloud.

"Daoist brother truly possesses high moral principles and humility, a lofty indifference to fame and fortune. I am deeply impressed."

Feng Suiyuan cupped his hands in flattery.

"The reputation of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is truly extraordinary. Barely a day since the Great Emperor Golden List emerged, and already four of the top ten figures listed have arrived."

Another voice rang out.

The heavens and the earth abruptly darkened. Thunder rumbled and roared, resounding like war drums. A thunderstorm shifted instantly from a million miles away, appearing directly above Linglong City.

In moments, the thunder dispersed entirely, coalescing into a golden-robed Great Emperor wearing an imperial crown. His golden robe was embroidered with nine-clawed divine dragons, thunder patterns rippling across its surface, emanating a majestic and imposing aura.

He resembled a Thunder God walking the mortal world.

This Great Emperor’s rank surpassed even Feng Suiyuan, placing him fifth.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s name shakes the four directions; its might suppresses myriad realms. Who in this world would dare to underestimate it?"

A figure materialized out of thin air. He wore a jade crown, a jade belt wrapped around his waist, an imperial sword hanging at his side, and star boots upon his feet—every part of him was covered with spiritual treasures, exuding an air of luxury.

"It’s been a long time, Daoist brother Lingbao. You remain unchanged as ever."

Great Emperor Leize greeted him with cupped hands.

Great Emperor Lingbao was an oddity. While others attained the Imperial realm through their understanding of the Dao, he did so by attaining the Dao through treasures, thereby attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor. He was a grandmaster artifact artificer himself—a walking treasure trove.

Consequently, Great Emperor Lingbao’s combat prowess was absurdly strong. Ranked at fourth, even Great Emperor Ziwei could raise little objection to his placement.

"Six of the Great Emperor Golden List’s top ten are now present. I wonder when the remaining four seniors will arrive to contend? That would let us really enjoy the spectacle."

"You’re insane!"

A cultivator exclaimed with utter fear. "If they clash in divine arts combat, none of us would survive."

"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is here. Who would dare make trouble in Linglong City?"

Someone else rebutted.

"That’s fair enough."

The prestige of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had long been deeply rooted in everyone’s hearts.

"Four Daoist friends haven’t arrived yet. It seems we must wait a while longer." Great Emperor Lingbao’s gaze swept past Ye Xu and Lin Qianmo, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

"We have already arrived."

As the words fell, three more figures emerged from the void.

The leader exuded overwhelming imperial majesty—muscular and radiating immense ferocity. This was Great Emperor Senluo, seventh on the Great Emperor Golden List, the sovereign of a mighty dynasty, unrivaled and domineering.

"Daoist friend Ji."

Lin Qianmo looked at the second figure.

This Great Emperor was refined and pleasant, sporting a goatee. Though his aura was powerful and his features ordinary, at this moment he shone like a star in the firmament, impossible to overlook.

Eighth on the Great Emperor Golden List, Ji Tianjue, revered as Great Emperor Tianjue.

"Senior Sister Lin, congratulations on attaining the third spot on the Great Emperor Golden List," Ji Tianjue said with a smile.

Hailing from the Three Thousand Immortal Islands, Lin Qianmo had once resided there for a time and exchanged words with him on several occasions, forging a rapport between them.

"Han Jiuxiao, you dare appear in Linglong City? Aren’t you afraid of being hunted by the Haiba Divine Clan?" Great Emperor Ziwei instead fixed his eyes on the last figure—a man strikingly handsome yet carrying a sinister aura, clearly not one to be trifled with. Demon Emperor Yinghuo, Dong Ning’er, also showed a flicker of caution.

Han Jiuxiao, revered as Great Emperor Jiuxiao, was not human; he originated from the Haiba Divine Clan.

But this man was a madman. For reasons unknown, he had once personally slaughtered an entire branch lineage of his own Haiba Divine Clan, leading to his expulsion and an interplanetary manhunt.

Yet, Han Jiuxiao had stubbornly survived against all odds and claimed the ninth spot on the Great Emperor Golden List.

His life story was nothing short of legendary.

"The world is vast, I can go where I please."

Han Jiuxiao stated coldly.

"I am here today to test your skills, to see if your rankings truly reflect your strength."

Han Jiuxiao wasted no time, cutting straight to the point.

"Yu Ziwei, you’re arrogant and consider no one your equal. I imagine you also chafe at Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s ranking. I’ll give you the chance. You go first."

Great Emperor Leize, Great Emperor Lingbao, Feng Suiyuan, and Great Emperor Senluo all wore teasing smiles.

Ji Tianjue frowned slightly. He hadn’t come to Linglong City to become a target.

"No interest."

Demon Emperor Yinghuo categorically refused.

"That’s not for you to decide."

Han Jiuxiao sneered.

"Hahaha… Since Daoist Brother Han commands it, I cannot just sit idle."

Great Emperor Ziwei’s gaze roved over the assembled figures before finally settling on Demon Emperor Yinghuo. He cupped his hands in salute.

"Daoist friend Yinghuo, do you dare to face me?"