Chapter 103: There Seems to Be No Point in You Participating

"Cough, cough, everyone, let's forget it. I, Wu, am an extremely devoted man and will absolutely not accept your kind intentions."

Feeling the waves of chill and jealousy coming from not far away, Holy Son Yifan's heart skipped a beat. After a cough, he righteously rejected the suggestion of taking hundreds of concubines, even though he actually quite wanted to in his heart.

The crowd felt a wave of disappointment but said nothing. After all, their goal was to befriend Holy Son Yifan, not to make an enemy of him.

It was at this moment that Lin Shui Rou stepped forward; if she didn't act now, her wonderful son-in-law was going to be snatched away.

Lin Shui Rou coughed once and spoke without hesitation.

"Everyone, in my opinion, there is no longer any need for Yifan to participate in the Four Saints Tournament. After all, given Yifan's strength, let alone the prodigies competing this time, even the three of us would be no match for him. What do you all think?"

Although they didn't know if what they had just seen was Holy Son Yifan's full strength, what was visible on the surface was enough to show that Holy Son Yifan was the undisputed strongest person in their Xuantian Realm.

Li Taibai and Lei Wanyun also stepped forward and nodded. Lei Wanyun, in particular, was incredibly grateful in his heart that Holy Son Yifan had shown mercy earlier.

Judging by current strength, if Holy Son Yifan had crushed his son to death, he would have had to apologize to Holy Son Yifan with a smile.

Comparing him to his own son, the latter was simply trash. No, once he got back, he had to give him a proper education.

Meanwhile, back at the Jinglei Holy Land recovering from his injuries, Lei Jingzhan somehow sneezed for no reason: 'Could it be that Father misses me? No, I must work hard to become stronger. I must take Purple Heart back! Purple Heart must have pleaded for me that day; that means Purple Heart still likes me!'

At this thought, Lei Jingzhan's determination to become stronger grew even firmer.

On the other side, Lin Zixin had no idea that Lei Jingzhan was still pining for her. At this moment, she looked at Holy Son Yifan, who was surrounded by the crowd, and a smile couldn't help but grace the corners of her mouth. This was her, Lin Zixin's, man—a peerless Prodigy.

Following Lin Shui Rou's words, everyone soon unanimously decided to let Holy Son Yifan advance directly. After all, if even Holy Son Yifan couldn't advance, could they possibly have any hope of doing so?

Seeing this, the prodigies participating in the Four Saints Tournament all breathed a sigh of relief. If they had to face Holy Son Yifan, they would have been doomed to lose.

Facing everyone's enthusiastic proposal, Holy Son Yifan's face was full of helplessness. He shrugged his shoulders and agreed with a sigh.

"Fine, since you all insist, I can only reluctantly agree."

Upon seeing Holy Son Yifan agree, the hearts of all the prodigies finally settled back into their chests.

Once this matter was decided, everyone inevitably recalled the previous events, and their expressions turned heavy.

But they also knew now was not the time to discuss it. Furthermore, the person present who knew the most about the Blood Soul Gate was Holy Son Yifan, but it was clear he had no intention of speaking about it here.

Therefore, Lin Shui Rou and the others planned to find Holy Son Yifan in private later to learn more about the Blood Soul Gate. After all, knowing one's enemy ensures victory in every battle, especially against a power like the Blood Soul Gate that could survive inside Burial God Valley.

After this small interlude, those present left the Four Saints Tournament venue with heavy hearts. Of course, the tournament still had to continue, as the Chaos Great Emperor's Legacy still held great temptation for everyone.

As for Holy Son Yifan, he followed Wu Hao and the others back to the residence the Four Great Holy Lands had prepared for them in advance.

Not long after Wu Hao and the others returned, a knock sounded at the door.

"Senior, may we come in?"

"Come in."

Wu Hao spoke indifferently.

In the next second, Lin Shui Rou and the others walked in. Besides Lin Shui Rou, there were Li Taibai, Lei Wanyun, and Lin Tianyi.

Seeing the four of them, everyone except Su Qiaoran and Holy Son Yifan, including Wu Rulong and the rest, planned to leave first. The matters to follow were likely not for them to interfere in.

But Wu Hao glanced at them and said,

"You don't need to leave. What happens next isn't some secret anyway."

Hearing this, Wu Rulong and the others stopped their departure and stayed.

Seeing this, Lin Shui Rou was the first to speak, looking at Wu Hao and asking,

"Senior, what kind of organization is the Blood Soul Gate?"

Wu Hao glanced at Holy Son Yifan, who immediately understood. He stepped forward and slowly recounted the intelligence he knew about the Blood Soul Gate.

Hearing the information about the Blood Soul Gate, the expressions of Lin Shui Rou and the others became extremely solemn. They had expected an organization that could survive in Burial God Valley to be powerful, but they hadn't expected it to be this powerful.

Quasi-Emperor Peak experts and Emperor Weapons, which were extremely rare outside, could actually be described as 'countless' within the Blood Soul Gate. This was enough to see the depth of the Blood Soul Gate's foundation; it was absolutely not something any single power in the Xuantian Realm could withstand.

In fact, if the Blood Soul Gate were to come out in full force, even if all the powers in the Xuantian Realm assembled, they would definitely be no match for them.

"Senior, I wonder if you are a match for the Blood Soul Gate?"

Thinking of something, Li Taibai couldn't help but look at Wu Hao, his eyes full of expectation.

Lin Shui Rou and the others were the same. After all, Wu Hao was Holy Son Yifan's Old Ancestor. Since even Holy Son Yifan had reached the Great Emperor level, Wu Hao's strength would presumably only be even greater.

Wu Hao nodded slightly. Although he didn't know the exact situation inside the Blood Soul Gate, as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, dealing with a Blood Soul Gate entrenched in the Xuantian Realm would be a simple matter.

But again, Wu Hao would not easily interfere with the choices of fate. The Blood Soul Gate was destined to be a stepping stone for the Destined Child, so Wu Hao would not intervene in the struggle between the Blood Soul Gate and Holy Son Yifan; he would only act if Holy Son Yifan could not hold on.

So after nodding, Wu Hao shook his head again and said softly,

"Although I can resolve the Blood Soul Gate, I will not take action. Yifan, this matter is between you and the Blood Soul Gate. I, your Great-Grandfather, will leave this to you to solve. It will also serve as a trial for you. Do you accept?"

Hearing Wu Hao's words, Holy Son Yifan's eyes lit up. Originally, he had planned to say that the mere Blood Soul Gate didn't require his Great-Grandfather's intervention and that he could solve it himself. Now that Wu Hao had spoken, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

Thus, Holy Son Yifan nodded and agreed with an incredibly serious expression.

"Don't worry, Great-Grandfather. The mere Blood Soul Gate… I will wipe them out within a thousand years to give you, Old Ancestor, an account!"

Hearing this, Wu Hao felt a bit strange inside, but he still nodded and said nothing.

Although he was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, he could still see some clues within the Blood Soul Gate. For example, the red mist in Burial God Valley could actually obstruct his Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level Divine Sense.

Additionally, with Holy Son Yifan already having Great Emperor-level combat power, the plot was moving a bit too fast; things would definitely not be so simple.

Therefore, Wu Hao had a bold guess in his heart: the Blood Soul Gate was definitely not a native power of the Xuantian Realm. Perhaps, they came down from the Upper Realm.