Volume 1, Chapter 392 – Yunlai Immortal Realm

For a sect, whether it could remain standing amid the rolling current of the river of time depended in no small part on foundation.

The reason Yunlai Immortal Palace had chosen King Ling was also because it hoped that after Li Jingzhou ascended the imperial throne, he would show some care toward Yunlai Immortal Palace and extend its fortune for tens of thousands of years more.

At one side of the raised platform, an old man with a gray beard in blue-and-white robes looked up at the treasure mirror flowing with radiant light in the sky, the light in his eyes dim.

Within Yunlai Immortal Palace, things had long since fallen into a state of decline. Among the younger generation of disciples, not a single one could enter the three-race Prodigy Rankings. Of the several Human Emperors, most were nearing the end of their lifespans and had entered death seclusion in search of a breakthrough. They had not even had the strength to participate in the recent battle in the starry sky beyond the realm.

Although they still had three Sovereign Weapons standing guard, one of those Sovereign Weapons already had clouded spiritual awareness, and its imperial might was nearly exhausted. Even Sovereign Weapons could not withstand the washing of time. Even if they were continuously worshipped and nourished with spiritual wishes, one day they too would come to an end.

It could be said that while Yunlai Immortal Palace looked infinitely glorious on the surface, inside it had long since decayed.

Under everyone’s gaze, a group slowly stepped onto the arenas. There were a little over seventy of them in total, the current generation of true inheritance disciples of Yunlai Immortal Palace.

Shi Lan swept a glance over them and immediately had a general measure. Among Yunlai Immortal Palace’s true inheritance disciples, there were indeed great cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm, but it was obvious that they were no longer very young, and their cultivation was only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

As the true inheritance disciples took the stage, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became somewhat subtle. Not many people were paying attention to the matches on the arena anymore. Quite a few young martial artists with vigorous blood and qi stepped out from the surrounding towers and exchanged looks, their eyes blazing with battle intent.

The matches between the true inheritance disciples were somewhat perfunctory. Nearly half of the disciples simply conceded as soon as they stepped onto the stage. They understood one another’s strength too well, so there was no need to waste time.

As cultivation rose, the changes a single year could bring to martial artists of the Myriad Phenomena Realm or even the Nascent Soul Realm were simply too slight.

As soon as the rewards for the top ten disciples were distributed, the arenas emptied in an instant.

“The grand internal competition of our sect has now concluded. If any of you prodigies wish to compete, come onto the stage!”

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A middle-aged man rose into the air from the raised platform. His sleeves billowed wildly in the wind as he called out in a long voice,

“Today, our Yunlai Immortal Palace will add an extra prize for all of you. Whoever takes first place may enter our Yunlai Immortal Realm and cultivate there for one month.”

The moment his words fell, an uproar rose all around.

“What is the Yunlai Immortal Realm?”

Seeing that even some of the prodigies had changed expression, Shi Lan was somewhat surprised.

“A small secret realm. The spiritual qi there is a hundred times denser than outside, and the laws of heaven and earth within it are somewhat different as well. The speed of cultivation there surpasses the outside world by dozens of times. One month inside is worth several years of bitter training, and it can also solidify one’s cultivation foundation.”

Chu Hanzhou replied casually,

“With your current state, the Yunlai Immortal Realm is in fact perfectly suited for condensing your primordial spirit.”

There was something rather suggestive in Yunlai Immortal Palace offering this as the reward. No matter who obtained that opportunity today, they would owe Yunlai Immortal Palace a favor.

Shi Lan’s eyes lit up slightly. For her, this was undoubtedly killing two birds with one stone.

Not far away, a sudden burst of commotion arose. In front of one of the towers, a jade stele had been set up. A faint light flickered across it, and many names were engraved upon it. Beneath each name ran a line of numbers listing odds. It was a temporary gambling pool.

The sight gave Shi Lan a faint sense of familiarity.

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Boom!

Before the uproar had faded, a blazing firelight rose from the southeast and leaped onto an arena.

“Liang Yi of the Chiyan Sect!”

The firelight slowly dispersed, revealing a young man. His crimson hair fell over his shoulders. He wore only a short upper garment, exposing large swaths of bronzed skin. His back was broad, his muscles knotted, and his aura was like a hidden volcano that could erupt at any moment.

“Liang Yi, the current chief true inheritance of the Chiyan Sect!”

“I remember he used to be ranked twelfth on the Earth Ranking of the Prodigy Record!”

“He doesn’t seem to be on the current Prodigy Ranking anymore.”

His appearance drew cries of surprise. As a former genius listed on the Prodigy Ranking, he had long since made a name for himself.

A streak of light followed him onto the arena. From the green glow stepped out a woman in green robes, a long dress trailing to the ground, her features beautiful as a painting, her bearing noble and composed, as if radiant clouds were wrapped around her.

“Fairy Lan Meng!”

In the surrounding towers, many people’s eyes turned fervent. Some even ran out of the towers and hurried to the edge of the arena.

Fairy Lan Meng was ranked thirty-fourth on the Immortal Maiden Ranking. She had also previously been listed on the Prodigy Ranking, ranked twenty-second on the Heaven Ranking.

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A peerless prodigy whose name was on both lists naturally had no lack of admirers. Who knew how many young geniuses had fallen for her and bowed at the hem of her skirt.

Moreover, she was the child of a Human Emperor, a direct blood descendant with pure emperor blood flowing through her veins. That was rare in the entire Lingyang Realm.

Once one stepped into the Human Emperor Realm, unless one’s spouse was an Emperor-level expert of the same level, the chances of conception became vanishingly small, almost an impossible miracle.

“Please grant me your instruction, Fairy!”

Liang Yi’s expression was extremely solemn. His crimson hair danced in the air, stained with a brilliant and gorgeous firelight. His fleshly body seemed to have nearly fused with the flames, and not the slightest trace of blood and qi could be sensed from him.

Fairy Lan Meng gave a slight nod, her gaze indifferent. In an instant, she stepped forward. Her white-jade wrist turned, and with her hand acting as a blade, she slashed out a dazzling arc of saber light. Behind her, a fierce blade intent rose, carrying an invincible aura. Unlike her graceful appearance, when she moved, the killing intent she released was sharp and bone-piercing, enough to make people shudder.

“Fairy Lan Meng’s blade intent has advanced again!”

“That strike alone is enough to sweep aside martial artists at the late stage of the Myriad Phenomena Realm!”

The surrounding spectators watched with shining eyes. Everyone in the world knew that Fairy Lan Meng cultivated only a single domineering saber path, her blade intent fierce and forceful as a dragon.

Bang!

The towering flames that Liang Yi had transformed into were instantly swept apart by the saber light, exploding into sparks. After the fire scattered, it reformed several hundred zhang away. Liang Yi stepped out slowly, his expression unchanged and his body completely unharmed.

“You’ve cultivated the Flame Transformation Art to the seventh layer…”

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“I had a breakthrough recently. Please forgive me for making a fool of myself before you, Fairy.”

Liang Yi shook his head slightly. It looked as though magma were flowing over his bronze skin.

Lan Meng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of seriousness appeared on her face. She turned her hand over and drew out a long saber without a sheath. Its blade was like autumn water, flowing with a stretch of black radiance.

A tyrannical saber light shot into the sky, nearly splitting apart the barrier covering the arena.

She no longer held back. As her robes fluttered, she released a chilling killing intent that bit to the bone.

While the two were crossing blows, several more prodigies stepped onto other arenas. After exchanging greetings, they directly launched into fierce battle.

…

At the gambling pool temporarily opened at the edge of the plaza, there was a sea of people crowded around it. The names of all the prodigies flashed above it.

Shi Lan quietly walked to one side. After watching for a while, she could not help feeling puzzled. Among those flashing names, she did not see her own.

A thread of astral qi seeped out around her, parting the crowd. She walked up to the front of the gambling pool, looked at the bookmaker, and smiled.

“Um… Shi Lan… what are the odds on her?”