Chapter 740
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Chapter 740: Half Human, Half Beast!
A moment later, Su Yi and Xi Wuqing emerged unnoticed into the lively street, blending seamlessly into the crowd.
Amidst the bustling throng, nothing out of the ordinary was occurring, and no one would deliberately single them out. Even acquaintances could easily overlook each other in such a vast sea of faces.
“Is there something unique about being a half-yokai?” Su Yi inquired, intrigued by the young man covered in scales. He had some understanding of half-yokai and was aware that Mu Yao belonged to this group.
“A half-yokai is the offspring of a yokai and a human,” Xi Wuqing explained. “It is the result of an extraordinary union between two vastly different beings.”
Su Yi found it difficult to comprehend. Was it truly possible for supernatural entities and humans to come together? He couldn’t help but recall Ling Qianxue’s mesmerizing beauty when she took human form—few men could resist such allure.
Recalling Mu Yao’s formidable strength, he continued his questioning, “If such beings are born, wouldn’t they possess extraordinary power?”
He mused aloud, “Supernatural beings are immensely powerful. It stands to reason that their offspring would also be exceptional, perhaps even surpassing ordinary humans.”
Xi Wuqing shook his head. “You might think such a union is advantageous, but neither the human nor supernatural communities accept them easily. It is said that out of a thousand such births, only one is considered normal. The vast majority perish prematurely or are born as grotesque half-beasts, devoid of any special abilities. Many of them are reduced to mere commodities, sold as slaves or playthings in underground markets.”
Su Yi was taken aback. “This…”
“They exist in a liminal state—part human, part beast—yet few inherit the true talents of the demon race. Historically, such unions have been controversial for both species. On rare occasions, powerful half-demon beings emerge and attract the attention of major sects. While humans may tolerate these exceptional individuals, even covet their abilities, the demon race has always been less accepting.”
Xi Wuqing hesitated for a moment before continuing, “The one we encountered earlier barely qualifies as a half-demon, perhaps closer to a half-beast. Yet, something about him seemed connected to the scale-armored demon clan, though not entirely.”
“Are demons and humans truly incapable of coexistence?” Su Yi murmured, his thoughts drifting to Ling Qianxue. The price of such unions was steep, met with disdain by both sides.
“That’s not entirely true,” Xi Wuqing responded. “When a true half-demon is born, they often possess astonishing beauty and formidable abilities.”
Fixing Su Yi with a serious gaze, he added, “There is an old legend—should a demon ascend to an unimaginable level of power, they would no longer be bound by the limitations of their race. At that stage, uniting with a human would be effortless.”
“What level of power are we talking about?” Su Yi asked curiously.
Xi Wuqing sighed. “That realm is but a myth. With your current cultivation, you should focus on your training. The upcoming Saint Martial Assembly has drawn many dark horses—young prodigies from various factions, each possessing extraordinary talent.”
While traveling, Xi Wuqing had gathered much information. Many emerging talents had surfaced across different sects. For instance, Li Qingwei and Gong Qianxing, tested at Yutian Palace just days ago, were among the standouts.
Hearing this, Su Yi’s expression shifted. The competition was fierce—Gong Qianxing, Qingwei, and others were all formidable.
He speculated that while Ouyang Jinwei was undoubtedly strong, it was unclear whether Li Qingwei and Gong Qianxing were truly beneath her. More notably, two young men on the Sacred Mountain—one with striking light green hair—could prove to be powerful adversaries.
Then there was Xu Chen, an enigmatic figure Su Yi had recently encountered. Something about him felt immeasurable, stirring Su Yi’s instincts. The upcoming assembly was unlikely to be uneventful.
Su Yi reminded himself that once the assembly concluded, he needed to accelerate his cultivation of the Void God Sea. Entering the Yuan True Realm swiftly was crucial. Without mastering the Void God Sea, he wouldn’t fully step into that realm.
Many young competitors had likely reached the Yuan True Realm already. While Su Yi’s combat prowess might rival those at its early stages, he couldn’t be certain of victory.
His intuition told him that the young man with light green hair and Xu Chen were the ones to watch.
“We’re here.”
Before they realized it, they arrived at a grand entrance. Xi Wuqing stopped and cast a glance at Su Yi.
The atmosphere had subtly changed. They had left the noisy main street behind, yet the area remained busy, with people forming long queues.
A colossal circular structure loomed ahead, resembling a vast dome rising from the earth in the Central Region. It stood dozens of zhang high, an imposing presence tucked away in a corner of the city.
Constructed from pale stone and covered in intricate ancient carvings, the building emanated an air of antiquity. The grayish-white floor bore cracks, adding to its timeless aura.
“This is the place.”
Su Yi surveyed the massive circular building. It was not ostentatious, yet its grandeur was undeniable. A peculiar sensation washed over him, as if standing before a dormant, ancient beast.
“Don’t stare too much. This place is special. I have already set up the Fantastic Gate Soul Realm here,” Xi Wuqing warned, noticing Su Yi’s intense curiosity.
“Fantastic Gate Soul Realm!” Su Yi’s eyes lit up. No wonder the place felt so peculiar—the air itself seemed to ripple with an unseen force.
“This is an auction venue. The items here are valuable enough to warrant protection. No one would dare cause trouble outright,” Xi Wuqing explained. “Besides, this is the domain of Lingbao Pavilion. Anyone thinking of causing a scene should reconsider.”
Su Yi’s eyebrows lifted. “Big Brother, did you say Lingbao Pavilion? Is this the real one?”
Xi Wuqing smirked. “Of course. Don’t tell me you don’t know about Lingbao Pavilion?”
Su Yi turned his gaze toward the enormous structure before him. Suspended above its grand entrance was a purple-gold plaque, glimmering with the words “Lingbao Pavilion.”
