Chapter 674
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Chapter 674: Holy Lord!
“The younger generation from Sacred Mountain, the Divine Sword School, and Tianxuan Sect will also take part. The outstanding young talents from these sects will all join the assembly. It will be a fierce competition, and just being able to participate is a lifetime achievement!”
A young man with passionate eyes spoke. The Saint Martial Assembly, where young geniuses from various powerful forces will participate, was an event of great honor in itself.
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The vast mountain range stretched endlessly, its towering, grand contours visible. Countless ancient buildings nestled within the lush greenery, with spiritual birds soaring and mythical creatures galloping. The energy of heaven and earth overflowed, creating a true fairyland on earth.
Encircled by peaks and wondrous mountains, a massive peak stood tall, piercing through the clouds. The winding and rugged stone path was surrounded by drifting clouds and mist, making the peak appear elusive, like a scene from a painting.
“To think someone who was supposed to be dead is still alive, and their strength is so astonishing. Can you see it clearly?”
From behind a stone door, an elderly female voice emerged, beneath the green shade of a towering cliff.
Outside the stone door, a middle-aged beauty stood respectfully, afraid to even take a breath. It was none other than Deacon Wang from Sacred Mountain.
“Back to the Holy Lord, what I saw was truly unbelievable. That young man in the Yuan Spirit Realm’s ninth level is incredibly powerful. He can defeat those in the Yuan True Realm, and there is a strange force within him. It’s quite terrifying,” Deacon Wang replied.
“Speaking of that young man, he’s just of average size, like Ruoxi. Being in the ninth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm and able to defeat those in the Yuan True Realm, could he really just be an ordinary servant? And he carries this strange force that doesn’t belong to him…” The old voice spoke before calming down.
“Goo…”
Birds flew in groups between the towering cliffs, singing a melodious tune that echoed through the sky.
Deacon Wang stood outside the stone gate, too afraid to make a sound.
“Why didn’t you bring him back?” the old voice asked again after a pause.
“We lost track of that young man. The ones chasing after the Immortality Gate, they still haven’t been found since we returned,” Deacon Wang answered, trembling involuntarily.
“Find out where he went. If he’s still alive, we’ll meet at Sacred Mountain later.”
The old voice paused again and continued, “As for the so-called Immortality Gate, I’ve never heard of it, but in the Forest of Demons…”
The old voice grew unusually sharp, sending a chill down anyone’s spine. When mentioning the Forest of Demons, there seemed to be hesitation in the tone.
“In any case, the Immortality Gate should no longer exist. The world must know that not just anyone can meddle with the people of my Sacred Mountain.”
The old voice slowly faded, followed by the sound of dripping water from the rocks.
“Yes, Holy Lord.”
Deacon Wang nodded, bowed, and respectfully left.
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The courtyard and pavilions were quiet and ancient, exuding an old-fashioned charm. Inside a refined, gentle study, Situ Liuyun stood by the window with a strong, upright figure.
“Sect leader,” a voice came from outside the door.
“Come in,” Situ Liuyun turned around.
A figure stepped inside. It was the Right Dharma Protector.
“Are there any remarkable talents among the various sects?”
Situ Liuyun, looking excited, asked the Right Dharma Protector, “The Saint Martial Assembly is soon. Though the Divine Sword School has many talented individuals, something unexpected has happened. In the end, only Mu Yao, Liu Yunchuan, and a few others will participate. If Su Yi and Yun Lingfeng are also there, along with Mu Yao, it will put my mind at ease.”
“All the major powers have trained many people for the Saint Martial Assembly. They all want to make a name for themselves. The news so far is limited but impressive. Many exceptional individuals are emerging, and surprises are expected. Overall, the Saint Martial Assembly will be very exciting,” said the Right Dharma Protector, with a tone of surprise.
The Saint Martial Assembly is very important, and this time, many sects will have their talents competing fiercely. Mu Yao, who is incredibly powerful, also received opportunities in the Divine Sword Valley. She is not much weaker than the sect leader now. Just earlier, I received word from the elders that Mu Yao has made a breakthrough. However, if Su Yi hasn’t suffered any losses and Yun Lingfeng has the opportunities from the Divine Sword School, the three of them will join forces. Our Divine Sword School will definitely shine in the Saint Martial Assembly. It’s a pity…
Situ Liuyun sighed lightly, his expression filled with regret and sadness.
The Right Dharma Protector looked at Situ Liuyun, his eyes suddenly revealing unmistakable excitement. He said, “I happen to have received some news from the Forest of Demons that may interest the sect leader.”
“The Forest of Demons? What news?”
I heard that a small mountain gate in the Forest of Demons, the Immortality Gate, recently attempted to attack Man City with help from the Demonic Emperor Realm, but they were defeated by Sacred Mountain disciples in a grand battle. The Right Dharma Protector’s voice grew more nervous and excited.
“Man City… Su Yi from Man City… there are disciples from Man City in Sacred Mountain.” The mention of “Man City” made Situ Liuyun’s heart flutter. Su Yi comes from Man City, and to have disciples from Man City in Sacred Mountain surely proves it’s no ordinary place.
Looking at Situ Liuyun, the Right Dharma Protector continued slowly, “It’s said that within Man City, there is a young man who can awe all beasts, fierce and extraordinary, like a war god. Rumor has it he comes from the Su family of Man City, and his name is Su Yi!”
As the Right Dharma Protector finished speaking, Situ Liuyun couldn’t help but shiver, his eyes trembling with excitement.
“Quick, let’s go to Man City, immediately!”
In an instant, Situ Liuyun spoke, his heart racing with excitement.
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“Whoosh…”
The waterfall poured down, crashing into the rocks, shattering them into pieces. Misty water sprayed up, creating droplets.
“Zoom, zoom…”
Su Yi held a large knife. The Xuan Weapon-level knife allowed him to constantly sweep, chop, flick, shave, swoop, resist, behead, and thrust…
This was the “Foundations of Swordsmanship” that Su Yi had learned. Compared to the “Foundations of Swordsmanship,” the knife techniques were even more expansive.
After several days of breathing exercises in the cave, Su Yi had already recovered. He noticed that Xi Wuqing was still breathing to heal his injuries. Su Yi didn’t disturb him and spent the next few days practicing the “Foundations of Swordsmanship” in this hidden valley.
