Chapter 241: Chapter 238: The Killing Intent of the Kylin Great Emperor_1
At this moment, the glory shone on Qin Wudao!
All the young prodigies looked at Qin Wudao in admiration. This young man, who had single-handedly shattered the Sanctum of Kylin, had earned everyone’s respect.
The strong are always revered!
Of course, this excluded the Sanctum of Kylin. The faces of all disciples from the other holy lands were incredibly grim, tinged with despair.
At this time, an elder flew onto the arena stage. He picked up Shen Youlin, who was lying amongst the ruins. Seeing the latter’s extensive injuries, the elder’s heart ached. He then coldly glanced at Qin Wudao, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Qin Wudao’s heart turned cold. So strong! He nearly collapsed. This elder was undoubtedly a formidable expert.
"Elder Pei!"
The referee by the side of the arena hurriedly bowed to the elder, his attitude extremely respectful.
The Sanctum of Kylin was like a nation. Shen Youlin was the Crown Prince. Elder Pei, as the Crown Prince’s protector and a Semi-Emperor, was destined to become a true power-holder in the sanctum in the future.
The referee was just a lowly official; their statuses were worlds apart.
"Announce the result!" Elder Pei said calmly. His figure then flickered and disappeared.
"Qin Wudao of the Qin Dynasty Divine Court is victorious!"
The referee breathed a sigh of relief and loudly declared the result. He hadn’t wanted to announce this outcome, but reneging on the agreement in front of everyone would undoubtedly cause the sanctum’s reputation to plummet.
BUZZ... BUZZ...
The levitating ’Monument of the East Border’ trembled slightly, and a golden dragon composed entirely of condensed Fortune flew out and landed on Qin Wudao.
Enveloped by the vast Fortune of the East Border, Qin Wudao felt indescribably comfortable and joyful. He gained new insights into all things. Every pore on his body automatically opened, furiously absorbing the spiritual energy drifting in the void.
BOOM!
There were intense spiritual energy fluctuations.
Qin Wudao successfully broke through, advancing from the early stage of the Reaching the Holy Realm to the middle stage. This made countless prodigies’ eyelids twitch uncontrollably. Another breakthrough? How are others supposed to live?!
No wonder the prodigies who achieve high rankings in the ’Ceremony of the East Border’ experience such rapid cultivation progress!
Qin Wudao opened his eyes, utterly shocked.
He had only recently broken through to the Reaching the Holy Realm. Under normal cultivation, it would have taken him at least several months to break through again. Yet, the moment he absorbed the Fortune of the East Border, he successfully advanced!
Moreover, the effects of Fortune would remain with him throughout his future cultivation journey!
I suspect the Sanctum of Kylin held the ’Ceremony of the East Border’ this time to let Shen Youlin take first place, laying a foundation for his future contention for the Immortal Realm. However, all the benefits ended up coming to me!
With a broad smile on his face, Qin Wudao returned to the Qin Dynasty’s encampment.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on being crowned king at such a young age!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on being crowned king at such a young age..."
Li Ru, Xiang Yu, Wang Lingling, and the others all bowed in unison, their expressions filled with immense respect. Their resonant voices echoed across the heavens.
To follow such a young, accomplished, wise, and divinely martial monarch was the honor of all his subjects.
"Please rise!"
Qin Wudao said with a smile, helping everyone up. Under numerous watchful gazes, he rose and returned to Qilin Tour Peak.
After he left, the various factions gradually departed.
That day, a strange atmosphere enveloped the Sanctum of Kylin. Countless disciples of the sanctum chose their words and actions carefully, fearing they might displease the higher-ups.
「...」
Haha, just as I expected! Shen Youlin isn’t the Ziwei Star. But this Qin Wudao, what is his origin?
From a sealed bamboo forest in the heart of the East Border, the old blind man’s excited voice sounded.
Inside the bamboo house, the old blind man sat cross-legged, his hands constantly forming seals. Though tens of thousands of miles away, he had managed to divine the results of the ’Ceremony of the East Border’ with perfect clarity.
Of course, there were things he couldn’t divine! For instance, Qin Wudao’s fate, future, and... past!
This was what puzzled the old blind man. For individuals with great origins, powerful cultivation, or deep karmic ties, he might not be able to divine their fate and future. But as for the past—events that had already transpired—he could divine them with crystal clarity!
This was a point of pride for him! Across the entire primitive continent, those who could rival him were few and far between.
Even so, when he tried to divine Qin Wudao’s past, he found only chaos, as if Qin Wudao had never existed. Such a thing was simply impossible. Anyone who had lived on the continent would leave traces; not even a Great Emperor could completely erase them.
Indeed! The Ziwei Star is an imperial star in the heavens. How could I, a mere mortal blind man, possibly fathom someone from the heavens...
But this show is getting more and more exciting!
Perhaps everything Great Emperor Kylin has done will be like drawing water with a bamboo basket—all for naught! Splendid, truly splendid!
The old blind man muttered to himself. A sharp glint flashed from his sunken eyes, as if they could penetrate all worldly matters.
「...」
「Emperor Qilin Peak!」
This was the peak where Great Emperor Kylin resided and also the seat of power for the Sanctum of Kylin, towering above all other peaks. Countless magnificent treasure halls clung to the mountainside, emitting a soft, gem-like radiance.
The most magnificent sight was a spiritual river descending from the nine heavens. When it reached halfway down the mountain, a formation redirected its course to flow around Emperor Qilin Peak, resembling a colorful ribbon.
On the mountain’s summit stood an ordinary stone house, seemingly out of place with its surroundings. However, the lingering Rhymes in Dao in the void silently attested to the house’s extraordinary nature.
"Father, I have shamed you!"
Inside the house, Shen Youlin lay on a spiritual bed, his face filled with shame. His once bright and spirited eyes were now dim and lifeless.
Being defeated by Qin Wudao cost him not just a match, but his confidence, his martial heart!
He was innately arrogant, priding himself on being superior to others. His path had always been smooth sailing; he had never experienced failure. Therefore, when defeat finally struck him, he found it difficult to accept, was unable to accept, and refused to accept.
"You didn’t shame me; you shamed yourself. Don’t you want revenge? Don’t you want to defeat Qin Wudao?"
Great Emperor Kylin sat on the edge of the bed, his voice solemn.
"I want to! Of course, I want to! But..."
Shen Youlin roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent, but the memory of Qin Wudao’s terror caused him to deflate again.
Only after truly clashing with Qin Wudao could one comprehend his might—it was an all-encompassing suppression.
He had summoned the Fire Kylin; Qin Wudao summoned the Azure Dragon! He used an Immortal Technique; Qin Wudao also used an Immortal Technique! Even when he finally used his second Divine Skill, he still couldn’t achieve victory!
"What, my Kylin son, after one defeat, you can’t stand up again? Youlin, you must remember, the path of a Martial Artist is never perfectly smooth. It will have thorns, mountains of daggers and seas of fire, and trials like a hell on earth!"
"What you can do is defeat them, conquer them!"
"If you can’t, then you are a coward! You don’t deserve to be my son, and you certainly don’t deserve to be a Martial Artist!" Great Emperor Kylin said sternly.
Coward!
Coward!
Coward...
These two words, like a curse, echoed relentlessly in Shen Youlin’s mind, causing him unbearable anguish.