Chapter 413
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Chapter 413: Zhuge Chong
A crowd gaped as Ye Yun stepped onto the crystal-jade path, gradually vanishing from view.
“Who’s that? Never seen him. He’s got a black token!”
“Black token holders are either grand sect elders or supremely powerful seniors with vast wealth. How’d some nobody kid get one?”
“This auction just got spicy! Shame I can’t crash it—would’ve loved to see what he bids on.”
“Maybe a hidden family’s secret genius? The Great Qin’s crawling with those reclusive clans. They stay low but sometimes let their young ones wander.”
“Whatever. Not our business. We’ll know when it’s over.”
After gossiping, the crowd turned attention to new arrivals with auction privileges.
“Divine Grace Palace! Their sigil! They actually came!”
Roars erupted like thunder. Two youths in their early twenties strode the jade path—both already at the Golden Core stage’s first layer. Unthinkable.
Their robes bore silver eagles mid-flight, wings spread—the Divine Grace Palace emblem stitched on every disciple’s sleeve.
The clamor died. The street held its breath as Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s Golden Core disciples personally ushered the pair into the Alchemy Cauldron Building.
Ye Yun heard the commotion. Before he could extend his spirit perception, the Divine Grace duo entered his view.
“Golden Core first layer? At their age?” Old Cheng muttered, face stiff with disbelief.
Ye Yun stayed silent, masking his surprise better than his companion.
*Ancestor, what’s Divine Grace Palace’s deal? Established eight millennia ago, yet these guys barely older than me hit Golden Core. Their talent outshines even Brother Wuqing.*
*You don’t know? They’re top two sects in the Great Qin Empire—the other’s Misty Sect.*
*I know that! But raising Golden Core disciples by twenty? Their resources must be insane.*
*After the Battle of Immortals and Demons,* the Ancestor of the Sword Path intoned, *humans recovered within two millennia while the Demon Race licked wounds. Eight thousand years back, surviving Nascent Soul experts split—founding Misty Sect and Divine Grace Palace.*
*Then?*
*The war shattered the Three Realms. Resources drained, spiritual energy thin even now. The new sects warred three centuries over scraps. Guess what happened?*
*Stop dangling carrots. Spill it.*
*Three centuries of bloodshed nearly broke humanity again. Then a wandering cultivator got lucky—shot from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul’s peak in two years. Heaven blessed him; he broke through to Earth Immortal realm—a Sage.*
*Yeah yeah, terrestrial deity. Get on with it.*
*The Sage crushed both sects’ experts, forced peace. But he knew that wouldn’t last. So he toppled a dynasty, crowned himself First Emperor—founding the Great Qin Empire.*
Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. *So the royal family rose supreme, with Misty and Divine Grace beneath them?*
*Exactly. Joining Divine Grace gives their eight-millennia resources. Find my soul fragments, crack the Immortal Sword Sect’s vault—you’ll need that backing.*
Ye Yun nodded inwardly, studying the Divine Grace disciples’ retreating backs.
“Hey kid, we know you?”
One disciple turned—grinning.
Ye Yun blinked. “Never met. Just curious about Divine Grace disciples. My bad.”
The disciple chuckled. “Relax! Happens all the time. I’m Zhuge Chong, inner disciple. Heard you’ve got a black token too. Let’s be friends.”
Ye Yun’s brow twitched but he smiled. “Ye Yun. This is Old Cheng.”
“Brother Ye! Wanna sit together? See what goodies pop up.” Zhuge Chong waved at auction doors.
Ye Yun paused. Anonymous auctions? No. But public bids? Why not.
“Don’t mind if I do, Brother Chong.”
“Chong’s fine! I’m older anyway.” Zhuge Chong slung an arm around Ye Yun.
His companion frowned but stayed silent.
“Meet Senior Brother Zeng Xuan!” Zhuge Chong dragged Ye Yun forward. “Golden Core second layer at twenty! Even our palace’s history barely has such geniuses.”
Ye Yun nodded. Zeng Xuan’s gaze stayed frosty, ignoring the courtesy.
*Weird guy,* Ye Yun thought. *Strangers become brothers at a glance? What kind of Divine Grace disciple…*
“I collect friends!” Zhuge Chong beamed. “You’re Foundation Establishment first layer, barely grasped yin-yang, yet scored a black token here. Must be a hidden family’s golden child. Stick with me—when I run Divine Grace Palace, you’ll back me up, yeah?”
Ye Yun’s eye twitched. *Idiot or just blunt?* Part of him wanted to bolt, yet something whispered this wouldn’t be their last meeting.
He forced a smile.
An Alchemy Cauldron disciple coughed. “Sirs… the auction’s starting.”
Ye Yun seized the out. “Brother Chong, let’s talk while bidding?”
“Perfect!” Zhuge Chong laughed. “My thoughts exactly!”
