"Your Young Lord wants to see me?" Huang Xiaolong took a quick glance at the two pompous young man, "What if I decline…?"
Ideally, Huang Xiaolong preferred not to have any conflict with this Zhao Chen, but he was not a soft persimmon that everyone could pinch or squash as they liked.
"Decline?" Chen Cheng and Zhang Chu exchanged a look between them before laughing in a brazen manner.
Still laughing, Chen Cheng said, "Little rascal, perhaps you don't know who our Young Lord is? Our Young Lord is Young Noble Zhao Chen. In the Bedlam Lands, there is yet anyone who dared to defy our Young Lord's words!"
"Our Young Lord orders you to go meet him, that is your greatest honor," Zhang Chu snickered, "Little rascal, I advise you to follow us obediently, otherwise, hehe…" an undisguised antagonistic spark shone in his eyes.
Huang Xiaolong remained nonchalant, "If your Young Lord wants to see me, tell him to roll over himself." Not waiting to see the two young men's reaction, Huang Xiaolong looked over to Qin Yang and the other three, saying "Let's go."
"Yes, Young Lord."
Roll over?! Chen Cheng and Zhang Chu were enraged hearing Huang Xiaolong actually dared to tell their Young Lord to roll over even after knowing his identity.
"Bastard, you're courting death!" Chen Cheng struck his fist out in rage towards Huang Xiaolong. Trailing the powerful punch was a surreal shadow of a tiger's wide opened jaw.
Feeling the strong energy fluctuation coming at him, Huang Xiaolong dared not underestimate the enemy, his feet swiftly retreated as his hands formed a fist and punched outㅡthe Great Void Divine Fist!
The Great Void Divine Fist, ethereal, yet tangible the next moment, reality and illusion overlapped, collided head-on with the tiger fist.
A booming explosion resounded, raising a curtain of sand and dust.
Huang Xiaolong's body shook, retreating more than ten meters back, however, Chen Cheng also retreated more ten meters back.
"You!" Chen Cheng was astounded as he stared at Huang Xiaolong, he was a peak late-Xiantian Eighth Order expert and he could see that Huang Xiaolong hadn't even broken through to the early Eighth Order.
Zhang Chu was no exception.
"Brat, no wonder you're so arrogant, relying on these few points of strength." Zhang Chu smirked derisively, "Do you think with only this much strength you can defy our Young Lord's order?! Let me enlighten you, even if you were a Saint realm expert, there's only death in defying our Young Lord!" A dark teal light burst out from Zhang Chu's body, both hands formed into claws, slashing down towards Huang Xiaolong.
More than a dozen dark teal lights transformed into dozens of snakes that were as thick as an adult's arm, flaring out in Huang Xiaolong's direction.
Zhang Chu was an early-Xiantian Ninth Order, a mere difference of a small order, but his attack was many times more powerful than Chen Cheng.
Huang Xiaolong's eyes narrowed, his expression turning grim. Both his hands struck out and glowing golden rings pierced the air. Where the golden rings passed, all attacks slowed down and gradually stopped in midair.
Zhang Chu was dumbfounded: what kind of battle skill was this?!
At this time, Qin Yang, Lifei, and the rest moved, blasting off the dozens of teal green snakes.
"Who is it? So audacious as to fight inside the City of Myriad Gods!" From afar, a voice thundered, echoes reverberated in the street, even building structures seemed to shake. In less than a breath's time, a team city guards clad in shiny black armors appeared riding on Earth Tiger mounts, galloping into the scene.
Seeing this, Chen Cheng and Zhang Chu had no choice but to stop.
Moments later, the team of city guards arrived. A seemingly captain-like middle-aged man of the team nudged his Earth Tiger mount closer, stopping in front of Huang Xiaolong and the others.
"Captain Wang." Seeing the middle-aged man, Zhang Chu cupped his fist and greeted with a smile.
Wang Hai was surprised, seeing it was Chen Cheng and Zhang Chu both, he laughed and said, "So it was Brother Zhang Chu and Chen Cheng." Wang Hai dismounted from the tiger beast's back as he did so.
Huang Xiaolong stood where he was, watching. It was surprising to see that Chen Cheng and Zhang Chu were familiar with City of Myriad God's city guards captain. Judging from their greetings, they seemed to be on good terms too. He waited expectantly to see how this captain would handle the matter.
At this time, Zhang Chu proceeded to 'explain' the situation with a smile, "Captain Wang, you truly arrive at the right time," with one finger pointing at Huang Xiaolong, Zhang Chu continued, "We have some previous grudges with this punk, we didn't expect him to ambush us while we weren't paying attention."
Wang Hai nodded, "So it was like this…" then, his expression became cold as he turned to look at Huang Xiaolong, "Brat, don't you know it's prohibited to fight inside the City of Myriad Gods?" Without waiting for Huang Xiaolong to explain, Wang Hai waved at his subordinates at the back, "Arrest all of them first, throw into the dungeon."
"Yes, Captain."
The team of city guards quickly surrounded Huang Xiaolong's group of five.
This result raised a mocking sneer on Huang Xiaolong's face; since this was the way they wanted to play, he didn't mind slaughtering his way out.
Just as Huang Xiaolong was about to call out the Blades of Asura, preparing to let blood flow, suddenly a voice sounded from the void above: "Stop!" The voice wasn't loud but it contained a strong deterrence force that crushed any objection. Everyone turned to look.
A gray haired old man in mulberry robe strode over, on the chest of his robe was embroidered a double-headed celestial beast emblem, and surrounding the beast were extremely life-like dark, fiery red flames.
Noticing this person's arrival, Chen Cheng and Zhang Chu's face tightened, ashen a little. In the next moment, Wang Hai hastened forward to greet the old man, "Greeting Senior He!"
Senior He? The name struck Huang Xiaolong's mind: He Yunxiong! This old man was none other than Millennium City's He Yunxiong, one of the top ten experts of Bedlam Landsㅡthat He Yunxiong.
He Yunxiong ignored Wang Hai, walking straight towards Huang Xiaolong as his eyes observed him up and down. There was praise in his eyes, rubbing his barely-exist beard in an appreciative gesture, He Yunxiong smiled, "Not a bad brat, are you interested in worshipping me as your Master?"
Worship He Yunxiong as master?
People who gathered closeby was dumbfounded hearing He Yunxiong's words, especially Wang Hai, Chen Cheng, and Zhang Chu, their mouths agape.
Huang Xiaolong sweated quietly, if he didn't know that this old man in front of him was He Yunxiong, he'd definitely suspect whether this old man was crazy. Before Huang Xiaolong could answer, Zhang Chu stepped forward, venturing with caution, "Senior He, this kid is someone our Young Lord…"
However, his sentence has yet to finish when He Yunxiong flick his robe sleeve and Zhang Chu felt as if he slammed into a tall mountain. His entire body shot away in a tragic holler until he reached the end of the street. Crashing onto the street pavement, not even a grunt came.
"I, He Yunxiong, am talking, it is not a place where a slave like you can interrupt." He Yunxiong scoffed, not even turning around to look.
Chen Cheng looked over at the end of the street where Zhang Chu's corpse laid, he was so terrified that even his bones were shivering, falling butt first to the ground. Wang Hai and the team of city guards sweated profusely, looking pale as white sheets.
He Yunxiong pointed a finger at Chen Cheng, and he was thrown back several hundred meters away, blood spurting from his mouth as he landed.
"Return and tell that brat Zhao Chen that I like this kid." He Yunxiong's light, fleeting voice sounded.
"Yes, yes, yes, many thanks for Senior He's mercy in sparing my life!" Chen Cheng fled for his life in panic after a series of kowtows, in a mere few seconds, his figure disappeared in the crowd.
Wang Hai felt an itching thirst in his throat, standing there and not daring to move.
"Why aren't you scramming away?" He Yunxiong snapped at Wang Hai.
"Yes, yes, Senior He." Immediately, not even climbing onto his mount, he led his subordinates and ran away on foot.
As Wang Hai and the city guards fled further away, Huang Xiaolong retrieved his gaze, looking at He Yunxiong, he really couldn't figure out what about him He Yunxiong liked enough to receive him as a disciple.
He Yunxiong was one of top ten experts in the Bedlam Lands, as long as he said the words, the people who wanted to be his disciples could line a hundred miles long!
As though He Yunxiong saw through Huang Xiaolong's doubts, he laughed lightly, "Brat, you must be puzzled about the reason I want to accept you as my disciple? To be frank with you, I practice a kind of secret law that could roughly estimate a person's talent, moreover, your character matches well with mine."
Huang Xiaolong was nonplussed; that simple? However, He Yunxiong's secret law that could estimate a person's talent astounded Huang Xiaolong, such techniques, admittedly, were a little terrifying. Even if it was only a rough estimation.
He Yunxiong went on, "Brat, up to now, you haven't cultivated over a hundred years, right? Less than a hundred years and you can already defeat a peak late-Xiantian Eighth Order, this level of talent, amongst the geniuses I've come across, you can be considered one of the top three."
A hundred years? Huang Xiaolong smiled, if He Yunxiong knew he was only twenty-something, how would he react? Most people in general, once they entered the Xiantian realm, would use some secret techniques or take certain elixirs that made them look younger than their real age. Hence, it was difficult to guess a person's actual age just by judging from appearances.
"How about it? My words are accurate." Seeing that Huang Xiaolong kept silent the entire time, He Yunxiong thought Huang Xiaolong acquiescence to his evaluation, smiling, he said, "Brat, for now, let's make it a simple kowtow acceptance ceremony. Once we return to Millennium City, I will send out the invitations for the official ceremony with top experts as witnesses, we'll do the proper master-disciple ceremony at that time."
When He Yunxiong assumed Huang Xiaolong would kowtow with joy, Huang Xiaolong shook his head instead, "Many thanks for Senior He's assistance earlier, however, I have a Master." In Huang Xiaolong's mind, he only had one Masterㅡthe previous Asura's Gate Sovereign, Ren Wokuang!
Though he acknowledged Shi Tianfu as Senior Brother in that trip to the Blessed Buddha Empire, those were unexpected circumstances and it was merely a title.
He Yunxiong looked stupefied for a moment, this brat actually refused him?! Then he broke into a grin, he had been explaining without introducing himself to the little brat, this brat surely wasn't aware of his identity.
"Little brat, I think you don't know who I am, right?" He Yunxiong smiled amiably, "I am He Yunxiong, Millennium City's Castellan." Fearing that Huang Xiaolong might still be lost, he added another sentence at the end, "One of Bedlam Lands' top ten experts."
Huang Xiaolong smiled helplessly at his words, "Senior He, I'm aware of this."
It was He Yunxiong's turn to be bewildered, frowning, he stared fixedly at Huang Xiaolong. This little brat knew who he was, yet he still refused to worship him as Master?
"Why?" He Yunxiong's voice was solemn.
Huang Xiaolong replied, "In my heart, I only one Master."
He Yunxiong paused, "In Martial Spirit World, most of the Saint realm experts have more than one Master in their lifetime, I myself worshipped four different Masters."
What He Yunxiong said was the general truth, in Martial Spirit World, the majority of Saint realm experts had more than one Master. Despite that, Huang Xiaolong still shook his head and declined.
He Yunxiong looked at Huang Xiaolong, suddenly an intangible pressure burst forth from He Yunxiong's body, enveloping Huang Xiaolong, causing the other four, Qin Yang, Lifei, Jie Dong, and Fan Encheng to pale visibly.
But, facing the pressure from He Yunxiong, Huang Xiaolong appeared calm, even as He Yunxiong gradually increased the pressure. In the next moment, the solidified pressure from He Yunxiong retreated like the tide, vanishing.
He stared at Huang Xiaolong like a defeated rooster in a match as he smiled, saying "Little brat, since it's like that, I shall not force you, if you ever change your mind, come look for me in Millennium City. This is a Millennium Medallion." Fishing out a small pendant-size medallion, he gave it to Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong received the grayish medallion inscribed with a double-headed celestial beast. The same celestial beast on He Yunxiong's robe.
Without another word, He Yunxiong's hand reached out, tearing space, his body entered and disappeared from the spot in a flicker.
Keeping the Millennium Medallion into the Asura Ring, Huang Xiaolong returned to the small courtyard residence they bought with Qin Yang and the rest.
On another side, in the south section of the city, within an exquisitely decorated grand mansion, Zhao Chen was extremely sullen as he glowered at Chen Chen, who was kneeling before him.
"Garbage!" Zhao Chen kicked Chen Cheng, who was kneeling on the floor, without mercy. A woeful scream came from Chen Cheng as he was sent tumbling to a corner of the yard.
Zhao Chen's hands grasped at the chairs beside him, turning them into powder. An intense sharp light glinted in Zhao Chen's eyes, "This He Yunxiong, acting against me every time, one of these days I'm going to crush Millennium City and toy with his wives and concubines to their death!"
All the guards behind Zhao Chen lowered their heads, none dared to utter a sound.
Crush Millennium City? Not even Sin City's Castellan dared to speak of crushing Millennium City lightly. Millennium City had existed for thousands of years, the forces within were deeply rooted, would it be so easily destroyed?
Zhao Chen swirled around towards the silver-haired old man behind him, "Steward Feng, keep a tail on that Huang Xiaolong kid, once they leave the City of Myriad Gods, come report to me immediately."
"Yes, Young Lord." The silver-haired old man answered respectfully.
Zhao Chen nodded as a light gleamed in his eyes. 'Little punk, as long as you come out from the City of Myriad Gods, I'll let you know the consequences of defying my, Zhao Chen's orders! Don't assume just because there is He Yunxiong, that old fogey, shielding you that I won't dare to kill you!'
As for Huang Xiaolong, he entered the Godly Mt. Xumi upon arriving back to the courtyard. Swallowing all three stalks of Life Soul Grass in the Xumi Temple hall, he concentrated on practicing the Ancient Puppetry Art and Soul Mandate.
Due to He Yunxiong's intervention, Huang Xiaolong believed that Zhao Chen wouldn't act against him in public, at least not while he was still inside the city.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the Xumi Temple, Huang Xiaolong distinctively felt waves spreading out from his soul sea as his spiritual force gathered into a twister of energy, rotating like a violently howling storm, with strands of azure energy multiplying constantly. Sensing this, Huang Xiaolong quickly ran the Ancient Puppetry Art and Soul Mandate to absorb this energy.
Ten days passed.
Under constant refinement, the energy inside all three stalks of Life Soul Grass was absorbed by Huang Xiaolong. Finally, his soul sea returned to its prior calm, while in the space above his soul sea, the black and blue dragons hovered, dragons roars echoed endlessly, exuding dragon might in every direction.
At the same time Huang Xiaolong opened his eyes, the Eye of Hell of the center of his forehead opened as well and two beams of deep scarlet glow materialized like a thunderstorm.
After refining the three stalks of Life Soul Grass, Huang Xiaolong's Ancient Puppetry Art finally broke through to the third level, greatly enhancing his spiritual force, and combined with his Eye of Hell, his spiritual attack was even more powerful than before. Huang Xiaolong astutely felt that after this time's practice, even his battle qi and internal force benefited.
'It's time to visit the Broken Tiger Rift again.' Huang Xiaolong decided.
Huang Xiaolong had a strong feeling that the Broken Tiger Rift was the said Four Seas Mountain. In the depth of that rift was where that Ancient God Tribe master's dwelling was, he was as sure as he could be.
Despite his rapid increase in strength over these years, Huang Xiaolong still felt that he was too weak. Disregarding experts like He Yunxiong, merely facing Yao Fei or Zhao Chen at his current level of strength, it would be a tough battle to fight. Therefore, he had to break through to the Saint realm as soon as possible.
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