Chapter 732

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Chapter 732: Dark Tides of Danger! Upon hearing this, Elder Bing Fu’s gaze flickered slightly, and he squinted his eyes, revealing a faint smirk. He looked at Chu Changhuan and the young man with pale green hair. “If he qualifies to be my opponent, I will make him pay the price at the Saint Martial Assembly. Was my previous attack an act of respect for him or a humiliation for me?” The young man with pale green hair appeared calm, but there was an invisible air of disdain, as if he looked down upon everything. “If that kid is truly worthy, he will naturally take action.” As soon as the words fell, the young man simply walked away. As they watched Nanan Ruyu leave, Elder Bing Fu, Kuang Guilan, Ouyang Yuanfeng, and the others present could not help but exchange subtle glances, refraining from saying much. “If we meet, we can try to get to know each other better.” Chu Changhuan also spoke gently, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, before departing. “Elder, if we let that young boy wait on the Holy Martial Avenue, it would be quite inconvenient to try to kill him later!” Watching Chu Changhuan and Nanan Ruyu leave, Wang Quande’s gaze shifted, and he spoke in front of Elder Bing Fu, saying, “If we really want to deal with that young boy, I have an idea.” “Tell me your idea,” Elder Bing Fu asked, his gaze flickering. “That boy is very strong and talented, but there are many disciples from our Sacred Mountain here this time. It’s hard to fight against multiple opponents with just two fists. After all, that boy is just one person. And we are quite familiar with this place. If we can make some arrangements, the gods and ghosts won’t even know…” Wang Quande’s eyes revealed a cold intent as he made a throat-slashing gesture. As long as some arrangements were made, it would be no big deal to directly kill that boy in front of the Sacred Warrior’s Avenue. Listening to Wang Quande’s words, Elder Bing Fu’s gaze grew colder, a faint smile appearing on his face. Kuang Guilan and others also had a murderous look in their eyes. Overnight, a mighty storm swept through the Central Region, and the name of Yi Su from the Overlord Sect became widely known, resonating like a tempest across all directions. Countless hearts trembled with fear. The Overlord Sect, an unheard-of name to many, suddenly produced such a terrifying disciple today. “It’s probably the Overlord Sect, which will resonate throughout the Central Region in the future!” Some people were discussing that the Overlord Sect had never been heard of before, but from now on, it seemed that the name of the Overlord Sect would resound throughout the Central Region. In a secluded corner of Central Region City, a powerful figure sat upright, giving instructions to the young disciple before him. “That Overlord Sect’s Yi Su will be another formidable opponent, alongside Nanan Ruyu and Chu Changhuan!” “Yi Su from the Overlord Sect has an interesting idea. Let’s defeat him first, then go find Chu Changhuan and Nanan Ruyu!” In a certain place, a young man with a blue robe adorned with patterns on the collar and cuffs, tied up his jet-black hair. His slender body stood tall and straight. He had a handsome and noble appearance, exuding an innate sense of nobility. His lips were of moderate thickness, as if always poised with a dazzling smile. In his eyes, there emerged a surge of determination and fighting spirit. The Overlord Sect’s Yi Su was like a whetstone that he had just chosen. If he could defeat Yi Su, it would boost his courage and confidence to confront Chu Changhuan and Nanan Ruyu. In the world of narrow encounters, the brave shall prevail. Such confidence is crucial! “The aura of a saintly king is capable of defeating Yi Su. Let’s begin by starting with you, Yi Su, to confirm it!” In a serene pavilion, surrounded by calmness, the night whispered a cool breeze. A young man stood tall with impeccably refined facial features, sharp edges and corners. His long and thick eyelashes framed his striking nose, forming an exquisite and handsome curvature. Beneath those long, lush lashes, his eyes gleamed with a vibrant spark of determination. He chose a sharpening stone, Yi Su of the Overlord Sect! In the Yutian Palace within Central Region City, Su Yi, Xi Wuqing, and the Green Emperor were placed together in a peaceful and secluded courtyard. Su Yi expressed his gratitude, thanking Palace Master Gu Yue, Deputy Palace Master Guan Lan, and others for their assistance today. Old Man Gu Yue smiled, unperturbed, and informed Su Yi that the Saint Martial Assembly would take place three days later. He also mentioned that Su Yi could stay in the Yutian Palace during these three days, where various collections and resources would be made available for him to freely explore. And then, Old Man Gu Yue’s gaze turned to Su Xiaoshuai, who had been trying to crawl out of Su Yi’s arms but could only stick his head out. Old Man Gu Yue looked at him with a hint of confusion before leaving. “This time, the debt owed to these seniors is not insignificant.” Seeing Palace Master Gu Yue and the others off, Su Yi stood at the entrance, watching as Old Man Gu Yue and the others gradually disappeared from view. Then, in a soft voice, Su Yi spoke to Xi Wuqing. “Indeed, the gratitude owed cannot be underestimated, yet it also highlights Yutian Palace’s strong interest in gaining your allegiance,” Xi Wuqing remarked. “We can discuss this matter later.” Su Yi offered a rueful smile. While Yutian Palace clearly valued his potential and his abilities as a Soul Tamer, he understood that his journey as a Soul Tamer was thanks to the mysterious expert. If he were to align with Yutian Palace, he would feel obligated to inform them personally. It was undeniable that joining Yutian Palace would grant him more freedom, as well as access to its vast array of resources—an alluring proposition indeed. However, Su Yi was also keenly aware of his position as the leader of the Divine Demonic Sect. Later, in a quiet courtyard, after Xi Wuqing and the Green Emperor had retired for the evening, Su Yi sat alone in his room, his mind restless and far from settled. “Big Brother, what’s on your mind?” Su Xiaoshuai, finally freed from Su Yi’s embrace, perched himself on his shoulder. His eyes, bright and full of curiosity, roamed around before he asked, “Su Yi, what are you thinking about?” “I wonder, when will you grow up enough so I can reach the peak alongside you? Then we could face any challenges together, without fear.” Su Yi turned his gaze to Su Xiaoshuai, offering a smile. “Once you grow up, we won’t have to worry about things like today ever again.” “I don’t know when that will be, but don’t worry, big brother. Those who hurt you, I’ll make sure they pay once I grow up!” Su Xiaoshuai responded seriously, determination gleaming in his eyes. The shift in his aura suggested he sensed something ominous nearby. As he glanced toward the City Master’s residence, he pieced together a few subtle clues. “You were raised well.” Su Yi gently ruffled Su Xiaoshuai’s little head, a soft smile playing on his lips. There was an unspoken bond between them, a connection that felt as close as that of true brothers. Su Yi felt a sense of warmth filling his heart. In this vast world, he was far from alone. He had his grandfather, his loyal friend Fatty Wang, the playful Wan’er, Su Tian Que, and now, his brother Su Xiaoshuai, not to mention his sworn brother Xi Wuqing. And though his parents were long gone, their memories remained etched in his heart, deep and unshakeable. “Strength… I need more strength.” A sharp glint appeared in Su Yi’s eyes, a deep determination reflecting within them. His current strength was insufficient. Even someone like Ouyang Jinwei, who wasn’t the top disciple among the younger generation of Sacred Mountain, had proven to be formidable. How much stronger would the true strongest disciple of Sacred Mountain be? Translator: Volume 37 has been translated and published on Amazon (https://amzn.to/3Vz8csU).