Chapter 62
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Chapter 62: Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate
"You think you’re worthy of making Senior angry?"
Ao Lie suddenly stood up, glared angrily, and sneered: "A tiny Saint like him—just a snap from Senior, he could kill countless!"
"Ninth Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace?"
In response to Ao Lie’s words, Saint Ziyang wasn’t enraged; he just stared at the woman in black, saying: "Is the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace going to meddle in our True Martial God Sect’s affairs?"
His words immediately escalated the dispute between the two giants.
The woman in black frowned slightly, replying: "The Eastern Sea Dragon Palace will not intervene in this matter."
She revered the Eastern Sea Dragon King, not Ao Lie.
Even if Ao Lie described Ye Xu as unparalleled, the woman in black remained skeptical.
Moreover, if Ye Xu really was all-powerful, a mere Saint Ziyang might truly turn to ash with a snap.
The Saints of the ancient divine clans felt conflicted.
If this incident could reveal Ye Xu’s true nature, then Saint Ziyang would actually be doing them a huge favor.
"I’ve heard the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion possesses unrivaled divine abilities, so I suppose he needs no help from us," the Saint King of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom from the western regions stroked his long beard and lightly chuckled.
"Of course."
Ye Xian’er looked cheerful; in her eyes, Saint Ziyang was just another reckless fool who wouldn’t escape death.
"Hmph!"
Ao Lie snorted coldly and declared firmly: "I, Ao Lie, will stand or fall with Senior in this matter today."
"Old Huang!"
"Your servant is here."
Elder Huang stepped forward, burning with fervor; he had long wanted to intervene, but as Ao Lie’s family slave, he didn’t dare make a sound without Ao Lie’s order.
It was important to note that he was a Saint created by Ye Xu and deeply grateful for Ye Xu’s kindness.
"If this bastard dares to act recklessly, you fight him to the death," Ao Lie commanded.
He couldn’t command the woman in black, but he could direct Elder Huang.
"I obey your command."
Elder Huang held his divine axe, bracing himself.
Ji Xinyu looked at Ao Lie in surprise, a hint of strange light flashing in her eyes; the woman in black’s action meant the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace wanted no conflict with the True Martial God Sect.
But Ao Lie’s move represented only himself.
It was admirable courage.
The commotion on the viewing platform also startled many cultivators; even someone as composed as Ji Ning couldn’t help turning his gaze toward the viewing platform.
"Is True Martial God Sect’s man going to act against the Master?"
Compared to the battle of talents, this was far more explosive news.
After all, the Talents List was crafted personally by the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Ye Xu’s gaze was gloomy yet incredibly calm. If he did not handle today’s matter well, his efforts of over a month would be wasted.
Moreover, his life might be in peril.
Never before had he harbored such an urgent desire to kill.
Once he survived this crisis, he would be sure to destroy the True Martial God Sect.
"Ninth Prince, having him stop me is just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot," Saint Ziyang said, his gaze sweeping over Elder Huang, and he let out a contemptuous laugh.
Even if a hundred who had just entered the Saint level came, he could subdue them all in one go.
"The predecessor showed me kindness; if I could repay him with my death, this old man would die without regret," Elder Huang declared resolutely.
"I’ll grant you your wish!"
Saint Ziyang’s aura surged, and wisps of divine patterns swirled in his palm.
Elder Huang tightly gripped his divine axe, his fighting spirit soaring high.
"People of the True Martial God Sect are truly insolent, daring to flaunt their might here in the Southern Wilderness."
Suddenly, a deep and powerful voice resonated between heaven and earth, and a speck of cyan light emerged from the distant horizon.
The cyan light flickered and appeared instantly on the viewing platform.
There were three people in total.
Fu Tianxing, Su Qing, and an old man in Taoist robes with flowing white hair.
The old Taoist-robed man had a refined and thin face, sleeves hanging empty, an ethereal air about him, while his eyes were wise and spirited as he held an ancient whisk in hand, unmistakably a Saint King.
"We pay our respects to the predecessor," Fu Tianxing and Su Qing saluted Ye Xu.
The old man in Taoist robes was from the Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate.
That day, they lit smoke to send a message; though it was ignored at the time, within a single day, the Dao Gate replied and dispatched a Saint King.
"Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, this old man Gui Qinghe pays his respects," said the Taoist-robed old man, bowing respectfully.
"Daoist friend, you honor me too much," Ye Xu replied, clasping his fists in return.
His face was expressionless, unable to guess Gui Qinghe’s intentions.
"Gui Qinghe?"
Saint Ziyang looked slightly grim, "I didn’t expect the so-called noble Dao Gate to send someone to visit you, Master. It seems you are all just hypocrites."
Gui Qinghe’s arrival made it instantly clear to Saint Ziyang that even without resistance from Ye Xu, his plan to capture him had failed.
The True Martial God Sect and the Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate were age-old enemies.
The two sects had tangled for hundreds of thousands of years, locked in endless conflict, yet with no resolution.
The appearance of the Dao Gate elder left all the Saint Kings stunned.
None could fathom Gui Qinghe’s motives, so they observed silently.
"Lin Song, the True Martial God Sect acted arrogantly in the Central Prefecture, and now you cause trouble in the Southern Wilderness. Those who commit evil will perish, and today is your reckoning," Gui Qinghe declared, swinging his whisk, his killing intent unmistakable.
Do you wish to kill me?
Saint Ziyang’s expression turned icy cold. Though their factions shared an ancient feud, they were both dignified institutions that rarely tore decorum before a public gathering.
Yet now that Gui Qinghe appeared, he actually sought a lethal outcome. This was highly irregular.
"He’s presenting an investment letter," Saint Ziyang realized in an instant.
Fu Tianxing and Su Qing were two individuals who achieved sainthood within Godfall Ridge. The pair clearly shared deep connection with Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate; otherwise, they would not have appeared alongside Gui Qinghe.
These two grasped far more secrets than he did.
Everything now made sense.
Saint Ziyang, the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion has always avoided worldly disputes," declared the Saint King of the Western Region’s demon clan with visible indignation. "Yet your True Martial God Sect dares restrict the Master? Such audacious tyranny. Forget the Master—I myself refuse to tolerate this."
Scoundrels!
City Lord of Linglong and Zhao Cheng silently cursed in their hearts.
When Saint Ziyang stated his intent earlier, it was this very Saint King who intervened, declaring Ye Xu needed no assistance. Now he spoke out first again, clearly shifting allegiances with the wind.
Ji Zhe stated impassively, "Though our senior’s power stands unparalleled and requires no intervention from us juniors, as those beneath him, we naturally cannot bear watching him endure threats."
"A reasonable stance," nodded the azure-robed man approvingly.
"Hahaha…"
Saint Ziyang sneered with piercing coldness. "What hypocrisy! You lack the courage to act yourselves, using me as a tool to test the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Now that the tides have already shifted, you direct hostility against me…"
"Pathetic."
"The mighty Yuan Realm, fouled up by the actions of a single Pavilion Master."
"No amount of words will preserve your life."
Gui Qinghe swung his horsetail whisk, its countless strands swiftly growing into massive dragons that coiled tightly around Saint Ziyang.
Boom!
Saint Ziyang shook a mystical bell, unleashing terrifying sound waves that ruptured the air and shattered the restraining strands. Invoking his divine power, he unleashed a forceful palm strike toward Gui Qinghe.
"Recklessly overreaching."
Gui Qinghe let out a cold laugh as his whisk shot forward, enveloping Saint Ziyang entirely.
Hum!
Instantly, Saint Ziyang became encased within a colossal, shimmering cocoon.
"Master, how should we handle this man?"
Gui Qinghe withheld the killing blow, intending to deliver Saint Ziyang to Ye Xu for personal judgment.
Ye Xu offered a faint smile. "This is left to your discretion."
"Then this old man shall deliver him unto heaven."
Gui Qinghe chanted ancient incantations. Divine patterns flowed across the surface of the cocoon. After several breaths, it unfurled, reverting to countless single strands which returned into his hand.
As for Saint Ziyang, he had long been dissolved by the refining power — soul shattered, spirit dispersed.
Ye Xu felt relief flood his chest.
This precarious situation had finally passed.
He genuinely wished to express deep gratitude to Gui Qinghe,
yet could not bring himself to vocalize it.
If he offered thanks, that would reveal his own abilities.
Ye Xu gazed at Ao Lie, nodding lightly. "Ao Lie, I’ll remember what happened today."
"As expected of a junior’s duty." Ao Lie felt immense joy within, for he knew Ye Xu’s capabilities; being remembered by Ye Xu surely promised a boundless future.
Ye Xu then turned to Old Huang. "Old Huang, I witnessed your actions today. My efforts to send you into Godfall Ridge weren’t wasted."
Old Huang offered a simple, honest smile. "Senior, a drop of kindness demands a spring’s return—how much more so for the great favor you’ve shown me?"
"This is merely what this aged one ought to do."
"To withhold gratitude from a benefactor—how does that differ from a beast?"
These words tinged the faces of the Saint Kings with embarrassment.
Ye Xu’s glance swept over the Saint Kings of the ancient divine clans. These individuals had just engaged in a transaction with him, yet were already scheming against him—their hearts deserving execution.
Even so, it was fortunate they had visited Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, or they might well have joined with Saint Ziyang in conspiracy.
Ye Xu felt no urgency to settle accounts with them.
There would be plenty of time.
Turning toward Daoist friend Qinghe, Ye Xu fixed his gaze. "Daoist friend Qinghe, coming this time, I imagine you came seeking me as well?" From Saint Ziyang’s words, he’d already discerned Gui Qinghe’s origins.
Tianxin Sect and Central Prefecture’s Dao Gate indeed shared a bond of history; their joint appearance today held no surprise for Ye Xu.
Gui Qinghe nodded, smiling. "Hearing of an omniscient master within the Southern Wilderness, this aged one came today specifically to pay respects to the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
"Then you shall return with me to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion afterward for a leisurely talk." Ye Xu chuckled lightly. "It will also serve to repay a debt."
Hearing this, the Saints’ eyes gleamed.
The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion repaying a favor?
That could never be a mere favor—it was assuredly a profound boon!
The slightest hint dropped by Ye Xu could benefit them endlessly for a lifetime.
At this moment, countless hearts swelled with regret.
Had they intervened just now to stop Saint Ziyang, this boon would likely have fallen upon them.
"Could it be that earlier was the Senior purposely testing us?" Ji Zhe suddenly voiced a conjecture.
"Further words are pointless."
The man in azure robes smiled bitterly.
Miss this chance—and the moment’s gone.
Regret now came too late.
The expressions of the Saint Kings grew progressively grimmer.
Ye Xu looked over the numerous cultivators, speaking lightly. "Honored guests, a minor disturbance occurred earlier, but it has passed."
"My emergence from the Pavilion today stems not solely from witnessing the spectacle my hand created."
"Primarily, there is one further matter."
"Another matter?"
The minds of those present stirred with curiosity.
What news required such a public declaration?
The crowd brimmed with expectation.
Only those of the ancient divine clans, having just departed Heaven’s Secret Pavilion after conversing with Ye Xu, already guessed Ye Xu’s intention.
"In seven days," Ye Xu’s voice resonated through Linglong City, echoing long after, "Heaven’s Secret Pavilion will release the Yuan Realm Talents List!"
This proclamation struck like a bomb plunging into a cauldron of boiling oil, utterly detonating the emotions of the masses.
The Yuan Realm Talents List they had anxiously awaited was finally to be unveiled!
