Chapter 501: Prodigies Appear Together, Zhou Chen Secretly Rejoices

[Name: Ji Feng]

[fate: Nine-Colored (Son of Wind)]

[Realm: Tenth Layer Immortal King Realm]

[Recent Opportunity: After entering the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path, he will obtain a xun inscription fragment at the Third Path, using it to comprehend the Great Dao of Wind and Breakthrough to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.]

Zhou Chen's heart stirred.

xun inscription?

Sorry, but the complete one is already in my hands.

The fragment Ji Feng can obtain is likely just some leftover scrap.

However, since this Ji Feng has come to me, he's a reserve "leek" to be harvested; I definitely can't let him go.

“Young Lord Ji is too polite.”

Zhou Chen released the hilt of his sword and said indifferently, “I also think fighting here is boring. After all, one must look at the master before beating the dog. In front of all these people, if I make Young Lord Gu cry, it wouldn't look good for the Gu Family's Face.”

“You!”

Gu Ming trembled with rage, his eyes almost bulging out.

“Gu Ming!”

In the Gu Family camp, an Elder shouted in a deep voice, “Come back! Business is more important, don't waste your breath on words!”

Gu Ming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart.

He gave Zhou Chen a deep look, as if he were looking at a dead man.

“Zhou Chen, you'd better pray you don't run into me inside.”

After saying that, he snorted coldly and turned to fly back to the Gu Family's floating island.

Ji Feng cupped his hands toward Zhou Chen and also departed.

The moment he turned around, the smile on his Face faded slightly, replaced by a look of contemplation.

Zhou Chen watched their retreating figures, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Xing Chen.”

“Here.”

Xing Chen, who had been hiding behind Zhou Chen, poked his head out, his small Face pale.

That pressure just now had almost sent him to his grave.

“Remember, once we enter the Immortal Path, stay away from these people dressed in fancy clothes.”

Zhou Chen patted his shoulder, “They are not simple.”

Xing Chen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

As time passed, more and more forces arrived.

The Taixu Palace's Flying Boat was a massive palace, distorting the space wherever it passed.

The monks of Wanfo Temple sat on golden lotuses, with Buddha's light shining and Sanskrit chanting echoing.

The Disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect each carried a long sword on their backs, their Sword Qi soaring to the skies and shredding the surrounding clouds.

Zhou Chen stood in a corner like an outsider, silently checking everyone's status panels.

“Tsk tsk, they're all fat sheep.”

With so many Opportunities, Zhou Chen couldn't help but lick his lips, feeling an unbearable thirst.

Along with a resonant Dragon's roar, towering waves suddenly surged from the eastern horizon.

That wasn't ordinary water, but a Heavenly River condensed from the pure Law of Water. The Heavenly River hung upside down, vast and mighty, as if it were about to submerge Duanhun Valley.

Above those rolling waves, a white jade chariot pulled by nine flood dragons came breaking through the waves.

A young man stood on the chariot.

He wore a sea-blue robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns.

His long hair fell like a waterfall, casually tied up with a jade hairpin. His features were so handsome they were almost Monstrous, his skin as white as jade, and he was surrounded by a faint mist of water, making him hard to see clearly.

Young Lord of the Xuanyuan Family, Xuanyuan Lan.

As soon as he appeared, the originally noisy canyon instantly quieted down.

This innate nobility and pressure made many Prodigies subconsciously lower their heads.

“Is this the Imperial Son of the Xuanyuan Family?”

Xing Chen hid behind Zhou Chen and whispered, “He looks like a girl, but he sure puts on a big show.”

Zhou Chen didn't speak, just stared at the blinding status panel above Xuanyuan Lan's head.

[Name: Xuanyuan Lan]

[fate: Nine-Colored (Highest Goodness is Like Water)]

[Realm: Tenth Layer Immortal King Realm]

[Recent Opportunity: After entering the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path, he will obtain the "kan inscription" in the Water-Moon Cave of the Fifth Path. Using this, he will cultivate the "Three Thousand Weak Waters" Divine Ability, enter the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm, and sweep away his generation.]

kan inscription!

Zhou Chen's breathing paused for a moment.

“Everyone.”

Xuanyuan Lan stood on the chariot, looking down at the crowd.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a flowing spring, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

“There are nine hundred and ninety-nine paths on the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path, and only I, Xuanyuan Lan, can reach the top. For the rest of you, if you don't want to die, you'd better stop at the first five paths.”

“Everyone here is trash.”

Arrogant.

Arrogant beyond measure.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surface of the lake, which had just been calm, was instantly stirred into a thousand waves.

“Presumptuous! Xuanyuan Lan, do you really think this Spirit Realm is your Xuanyuan Family's back garden?”

“We are all descendants of Imperial Clans, who is worse than whom? You're being far too arrogant!”

“Exactly, aren't you afraid of your tongue getting caught in the wind!”

The Prodigies of the various major forces shouted in anger.

Of those who could come here, who wasn't a proud individual? Who could endure being insulted so publicly?

Xuanyuan Lan facing the public's rage, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He just gave a light wave of his hand.

“Splash—”

The Heavenly River beneath his feet instantly surged, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sun, striking directly at the few Prodigies who were shouting the loudest.

Those Prodigies' Faces changed drastically, and they all summoned their Magic Treasures to resist.

“Bang bang bang!”

Several muffled thuds.

Those Prodigies, with cultivations at the seventh or eighth layer of the Immortal King Realm, didn't even have time to scream before they were slammed into the ground by that giant hand, their fates unknown.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

One move.

With just a casual wave of his hand, he had suppressed several Prodigies of the same level. This strength truly gave him the capital to be arrogant.

“Who else is not convinced?”

Xuanyuan Lan asked indifferently.

His gaze swept across the field, and wherever it passed, no one dared to meet his eyes.

“Those who follow me shall prosper, those who oppose me shall perish.”

Zhou Chen stood at the back of the crowd, stroking his chin.

“This show of arrogance, I give it a perfect score.”

He turned to Xing Chen and said, “Learn from this. If we ever strike it big in the future, we should speak like this too. It's so imposing.”

Xing Chen made a bitter Face, “Brother, stop teasing me. This person is so strong, we'd better stay far away.”

“Hide? Why hide?”

Zhou Chen looked at Xuanyuan Lan as if he were looking at a big fat sheep: “This kind of person is usually a delivery man. And an express delivery at that. I hope more of them show up.”

Just as Xuanyuan Lan was suppressing the field and enjoying the awe-filled gazes of the crowd.

“Heh, what a big mouth.”

A cold laugh rang out abruptly.

Immediately afterward, an incredibly scorching heatwave swept in from the west.

This heatwave was so strong that it instantly evaporated most of the water vapor Xuanyuan Lan had brought. The temperature in the air rose sharply, and even the space was distorted by the heat.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw a sea of fire rolling in from the western horizon.

Within the sea of fire, a young man wearing crimson armor, treading on fire lotuses, came walking with large strides.

With every step he took, a burning flame lotus would be left in the Void Realm beneath his feet.

Young Lord of the Dongfang Family, Dongfang Yan.

“Xuanyuan Lan, that little bit of water of yours is only enough to wash my feet. Want to reach the top? Have you asked about my Dongfang Family's Lihuo yet?”

Dongfang Yan stopped a hundred zhang across from Xuanyuan Lan. One water, one fire, their Auras collided, splitting the sky directly into red and blue.

“Dongfang Yan.”

Xuanyuan Lan finally gave the other a proper look, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: “A defeated opponent dares to speak of bravery?”