Chapter 696
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Chapter 696: Xi Wuqing’s Identity!
So, in his heart, Bai Mingshan felt very conflicted. This time, even though the Divine Sword School had brought a Soul Tamer, he was just too young.
Inside Qingyun Sect and Tianxuan Sect, there must be Soul Tamers.
The evaluation at Yutian Palace is a peaceful battleground for the major sects. Once the evaluations are done together, the Divine Sword School falls behind by a lot, losing face. But if his disciple Yun Lingfeng could come this time, then he wouldn’t need to worry at all.
Unfortunately, this time at the Saint Martial Assembly, because of the death of that boy Su Yi, it unexpectedly made Yun Lingfeng unable to participate. He lost a great opportunity to become famous with just one battle and be known throughout the world. This made Bai Mingshan very angry in his heart, and he didn’t know what those people in the sect were thinking.
Although he didn’t want to go for the evaluation, Bai Mingshan had no choice but to proceed. If he were to turn around and leave, it would be even more embarrassing, so he reluctantly followed along.
This time, he brought along several young alchemists, craftsmen, and that young Soul Tamer, all of whom were indeed exceptionally talented. If they were to achieve amazing results, it would be quite wonderful.
After all, the evaluation by Yutian Palace for the Soul Tamer is not the true outcome of the Saint Martial Assembly.
Outside Yutian Palace, Jian Wannian and Bai Mingshan both took out an item from their hands, and they were both welcomed inside without any obstacles.
The ancient Black-scaled Demon Dragon, the ancient Spirit Cloud Crane, and the Blood-eyed Demon Wind Wolf, three massive demon beasts, also departed.
“Hoo hoo…”
As they watched the group of powerhouses and three massive demon beast mounts depart, the people waiting in line outside Yutian Palace finally regained some composure.
Some people kept taking deep breaths. The invisible pressure they had just experienced made those with insufficient strength tremble and their legs grow weak.
“Yutian Palace isn’t the fairest, is it? We have been waiting for so long, and it’s still not our turn. Why don’t they have to wait in line?”
Some spirited young disciples whispered, feeling somewhat dissatisfied as they watched the disciples from the prestigious sects being directly led inside.
“Shh, speak softly. Yutian Palace is fair, but there are some things that you don’t understand yet with your current abilities. When you become stronger one day, you will naturally understand.”
An elder who accompanied them at the mountain gate spoke up, cautioning the spirited young disciples against speaking recklessly.
Watching Bai Mingshan and the others enter, Su Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, his heart swelling with emotions. He never expected to encounter someone from the Divine Sword School here.
Si Xiuyuan arrived at the Central Region. Su Yi estimated that Situ Muyang, along with Mu Yao, Liu Yunchuan, Gong Qi, and others, should have arrived as well.
“How come you didn’t say hello when you ran into someone familiar?”
Xi Wuqing whispered to Su Yi’s side, his expression intentionally or unintentionally observing Su Yi’s reaction. Su Yi had previously mentioned to him that he had stayed at the Divine Sword School for a while, but it seemed like a complicated story to explain.
“Never mind.”
Su Yi smiled faintly, a hint of hidden bitterness touching the corners of his mouth without leaving a trace.
All of this, Xi Wuqing secretly observed, his expression remaining unchanged. He continued to whisper in Su Yi’s ear, “It seems like it’s a complicated story for you in the Divine Sword School. Come, I’m curious to see how extraordinary those disciples from the Divine Sword School are since they didn’t let you stay.”
“Big brother, do we have to wait in line if we want to go inside?”
Su Yi raised his eyes, speaking softly. Though the art of transmitting messages was not difficult, in fact quite common, Su Yi had yet to become familiar with it.
However, Su Yi understood in his heart that for disciples from the Divine Sword School, Tianxuan Sect, and Qingyun Sect—such major sects—they could enter for testing without any obstacles. But it was different for them; they still needed to wait in line.
“Call me ‘big brother’, it’s not without reason. Come with me!”
With a slight smile, Xi Wuqing’s message reached Su Yi’s ears. Immediately, he took a step forward, signaling for Su Yi to follow.
Su Yi was puzzled, but he quickly followed behind Xi Wuqing and gently patted Su Xiaoshuai on the back, urging him to calm down and behave.
In this place, the crowd was dense. As a branch of Yutian Palace, it was teeming with alchemists, craftsmen, and Soul Tamers. Each of them was cunning and extraordinary in their own right.
Su Yi was wary, fearing that someone might recognize the identity of the little guy beside him. The Green Emperor remained solemn, closely following at Su Yi’s side.
“Are you trying to cut in line?”
As Su Yi, Xi Wuqing, and the Green Emperor approached, someone finally lost patience. A voice, filled with irritation, scolded Xi Wuqing with an unpleasant tone.
The major sects—Tianxuan Sect, Divine Sword School, and Qingyun Sect—had all obediently joined the queue. No one dared to complain.
But these three unfamiliar figures were different. The people in line had been waiting for ages—how could they tolerate anyone skipping ahead?
Zoom…
Instantly, countless eyes locked onto Xi Wuqing, Su Yi, and the Green Emperor. The gazes were sharp and unfriendly.
“And what of it?”
The Green Emperor’s voice was deep, his presence imposing. A mysterious aura surged around him, making his green robe flutter. His sharp gaze swept across the onlookers, a glint of icy light flashing in his eyes.
“This aura… no way! It’s a Demon Emperor!”
The invisible pressure bore down on the surroundings. Expressions shifted, and hidden energies stirred in response.
Within the major sects and clans, the elder experts were visibly taken aback. The unassuming figure who had trailed behind turned out to be a mighty Demon Emperor. This revelation alone was enough to hint at the extraordinary identities of the two men before him.
The younger disciples of Tianxuan Sect, Divine Sword School, and Qingyun Sect, who had once carried themselves with arrogance, now felt a crushing sense of inferiority.
They had initially thought they could assert some dominance over this seemingly ordinary youth. Yet, with a single revelation, their knees weakened, their bravado shattered. Standing beside such an overwhelming powerhouse, how could they still assume Su Yi was ordinary?
“Halt! This is no place for disorder! Everyone must follow the queue!”
At the entrance of Yutian Palace, two figures emerged. One was a young man in his mid-twenties, the other a middle-aged man in his forties. Their sharp reprimand rang out as they stepped forward.
Both were clad in red robes, their hair neatly tied up. On their chests gleamed emblems adorned with lightning patterns.
Though their auras weren’t particularly intimidating, they carried themselves with undeniable confidence. Even with the presence of so many powerful individuals outside the palace gates, they remained unfazed.
The two men instinctively sensed the Green Emperor’s overwhelming aura. Their brows furrowed slightly, their expressions tinged with displeasure, though they barely showed it.
Xi Wuqing said nothing. He merely studied the two figures for a moment before reaching into his robe.
Without a word, he retrieved an emblem decorated with the same lightning insignia and pinned it to his chest.
The emblem bore an uncanny resemblance to those worn by the two gatekeepers.
Yet, upon closer inspection, a crucial difference stood out.
The emblem on the middle-aged man’s chest had a distinct triangular shape, glowing with a silvery-white brilliance. The lightning patterns etched within seemed almost alive, crackling with arcs of electricity. Four lightning arcs flickered in succession, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Meanwhile, the emblem on the younger man’s chest was made of antique bronze. Its shape was less defined, with only two protruding corners. The lightning within was dimmer, its energy seemingly restrained. Among its four arcs, the fourth flickered faintly, its glow far less intense.
