Chapter 694
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Chapter 694: Reunion with an Old Friend!
A magnificent spirit bird with interwoven shades of green and white glided through the sky. Its elegant posture and refined curves were mesmerizing, yet the aura it radiated stirred unease among those watching below, even causing apprehension in some of the more powerful individuals.
“It’s an ancient Spirit Cloud Crane.”
Su Yi raised his gaze and recognized the giant spirit bird as an ancient Spirit Cloud Crane, a creature of even greater prestige than the legendary Black-scaled Demon Dragon or the Golden-Eyed Flying Tiger.
Su Yi pondered, “Could it be that another influential sect or formidable faction has arrived in Central Region City?”
As he contemplated, the ancient Spirit Cloud Crane circled low in the sky, and five figures descended from its back.
Leading the group was an elderly woman in her sixties, clad in modest robes, her expression composed.
However, the faint gleam in her eyes, coupled with the invisible force she projected, subtly altered the expressions of many onlookers. Ripples of hidden energy flickered in the air.
The remaining four figures were youthful—two men and two women.
The two young men, one around seventeen or eighteen and the other about fourteen or fifteen, possessed striking features.
The two young women stood out as well. One, around fourteen or fifteen, still carried the innocence of youth, her lively energy evident in her sparkling eyes.
The other, however, immediately seized the attention of every young man present, rendering them momentarily spellbound.
This young woman, seemingly eighteen or nineteen, had eyes as deep as tranquil waters, short black hair framing her delicate features. She wore a pristine white dress, exuding an ethereal presence, as though untouched by the mortal world.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her elegantly arched eyebrows resembled fine strokes on a painting, her eyes shimmered like stars, and beneath her delicate nose, her lips bore the soft hue of cherry blossoms. Her exquisitely refined face left a lasting impression.
Su Yi had encountered many stunning women before—Ling Qianxue’s mesmerizing allure, Liu Ruoxi’s breathtaking elegance, and others like Mo Yue, Mu Yao from the Divine Sword School, Gong Qi, and Ying Qianqian. Each of them possessed extraordinary beauty.
Yet, the woman before him had a unique charm—refreshing and ethereal. Su Yi found himself compelled to take a second glance.
“Roar!”
A deafening roar thundered from afar as a colossal dark silhouette emerged, exuding an oppressive aura. It was a dragon, its black scales gleaming like armor, its blood-red eyes radiating menace.
“The ancient Black-scaled Demon Dragon!”
Su Yi was momentarily startled. This was one of the three ancient Black-scaled Demon Dragons he had encountered before, but now it appeared alone.
“Swoosh swoosh…”
As the Black-scaled Demon Dragon hovered, six figures descended—five young individuals accompanied by an elderly man with a ruddy complexion.
Among them were four young men and a single young woman, their ages ranging from fourteen to twenty. Each bore striking appearances and an air of confidence. One young man, in particular, drew Su Yi’s attention.
He landed gracefully, exuding effortless composure. His long black hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his violet robe accentuated his tall, upright posture. He wore no extravagant embellishments, yet his striking facial features commanded admiration—even men found themselves compelled to take a second glance.
What caught Su Yi’s notice wasn’t the young man’s appearance, but an enigmatic energy radiating from him—an energy that flickered in Su Yi’s perception before vanishing.
Su Yi narrowed his eyes, sensing something extraordinary about this individual.
“I didn’t expect Elder Suyun from Qingyun Sect to be here as well. What a coincidence,” Su Yi mused.
The elderly man with a rosy complexion turned to regard the newcomers from the ancient Spirit Cloud Crane. His gaze swept over the young male and female disciples, a faint smile forming on his lips. He arched an eyebrow slightly, adding a touch of intrigue to his expression.
“Ah, so Tianxuan Sect has arrived early as well. What a coincidence, Elder Jian,” he remarked.
The old woman was Elder Suyun from Qingyun Sect. She offered a calm, measured smile and studied the disciples accompanying Elder Jian before speaking. “Tianxuan Sect has raised some talented disciples. Perhaps this time, a few of them will make their mark in the Central Region.”
Jian Wannian’s face twitched slightly at her words.
Though he hadn’t personally led his disciples to the previous Saint Martial Assembly in Central Region City, he had heard plenty about it.
At the last Saint Martial Assembly, Tianxuan Sect had introduced a prodigious Soul Tamer. He was expected to be among the most outstanding young Soul Tamers, rivaling even those from Sacred Mountain. Many had predicted he would rise to great renown in the Central Region. However, in a twist of fate, Qingyun Sect had presented an even more extraordinary successor, eclipsing Tianxuan Sect’s moment in the spotlight and leaving them overshadowed.
“It seems Qingyun Sect has brought another group of remarkable individuals. I look forward to seeing more brilliant talents from Qingyun Sect this time as well.”
Jian Wannian’s voice remained calm and steady, betraying no underlying emotions. However, keen observers would notice the subtle tension in the air—a quiet competition simmering beneath the surface.
During the last Saint Martial Assembly, Tianxuan Sect’s star disciple had been overshadowed at Yutian Palace’s evaluation. Determined to reclaim their reputation, they now sought to assert dominance in this new gathering of young talents.
Notably, Qingyun Sect had only just arrived at Yutian Palace when Tianxuan Sect promptly followed suit—suggesting they had deliberately trailed their rival faction.
“Indeed, let us spur each other on.”
Elder Suyun responded with a faint smile, betraying no emotion. He maintained an air of tranquility, then suddenly glanced upward.
“It seems another group is arriving. Everyone seems to be early this time!”
“Ahh!”
A bestial roar, as loud as thunder, reverberated through the air, rattling the surroundings.
Su Yi, who had been quietly observing, knew that Tianxuan Sect, Qingyun Sect, and the Divine Sword School ranked among the most powerful factions in the Central Region. It was no surprise that their members carried themselves with such pride. Standing at the entrance of Yutian Palace, they barely acknowledged the line of people waiting, exuding an air of supreme confidence.
Another roar from above pulled Su Yi back to the moment. He looked up again.
A monstrous figure streaked across the sky—a winged wolf with a crystalline white body. Its eyes, a deep blood-red, gleamed like twin miniature moons, pulsing with a chilling aura.
“The Blood-eyed Demon Wind Wolf!”
Su Yi’s gaze sharpened.
Yun Lingfeng, a formidable man who had once transformed his energy into that of a demon beast, had taken the form of a Blood-eyed Demon Wind Wolf. Yet the one before him now was no energy construct—it was a true Demonic Void Realm Blood-eyed Demon Wind Wolf.
“Swoosh swoosh…”
Five figures swiftly descended from the back of the Blood-eyed Demon Wind Wolf.
