Chosen Man
Yuntian figure
At the city gate of a jade green-robed young man and wearing a crown, he was quite shocked when he saw Feng Zun coming with the group of Divine Sword Palace disciples.
That figure was actually Xu Yuan.
Returning to the events in the Jizen River, he had once clashed with Feng Zun.
"Young master, who is Feng Zun?"
A beautiful woman in a plain dress asked gently.
"The unexpected strong man."
With a strange look in his eyes, Xu Yuan replied, “If we can be friends, that is of course a good thing. But if we become enemies..it will definitely be very troublesome.”.
The woman in a simple dress was startled, and she said, "Young Master, could it be that she is another formidable existence who survived the Heaven's Path Dark Barrier?"
Xu Yuan's gaze was smooth as he replied, "With my method, anyone who has lived from the Ancient Dark Ages, I know almost everyone who awoke from that terrifying limiting energy. But Feng Zun is definitely not one of the people like us. One must know that his cultivation and foundation are in no way inferior to those 'ancient monsters."
The lady in plain clothes could not help but be moved as she said, "Among the current generation of cultivators in Long Empire, there is no shortage of unrivalled geniuses like Shuoxu, Yuwen Shin, Li Hang, no shortage of unrivalled geniuses like Shuoxu, Chen Luo, and the others. Could it be that Feng Zun could be compared to all of these genius characters?"
After pondering for a moment, Xu Yuan replied, “It is difficult to say. Yesterday, you also saw Shuoxu. He was indeed an outstanding genius sword cultivator. However, I think Shuoxu is no more formidable than Feng Zun.”
A charming smile suddenly appeared on the woman's face as she clenched her lips and said in a melodious voice, "Young Master, now that you've told it, I feel like trying Feng Zun."
Xu Yuan sneered, "The cheap base."
The woman blinked and said with a sad expression, "I just want to help you, Young Master. How can you scold me?"
Xu Yuan's gaze was cold as he replied, “Lian Shang, you better hold back. If not for me, do you really think that with a bit of your bloodline talent, you can survive for fifty thousand years of the Dark Barrier?
The woman's body stiffened and the charm on her face disappeared. A trace of panic appeared on his face and he said in a low voice, "Don't worry Young Master, I won't create trouble for you."
"Let's go. I fear that there will be many variables in this Melody City Auction Conference this time around. I don't want the Pure Demon Embryo taken by someone else.
As he spoke, he placed his hands behind his back and walked towards the city.
"Young Master, yesterday, Daoist Yuan Zhi from the Wisdom Hall sent a message saying that if the Young Master agreed to join him to get rid of Shuoxu together, it would be a good idea to get rid of him, he would be willing to help the Young Master obtain that demonic embryo. How do you plan to deal with this?"
The woman pursued her question.
A trace of humiliation appeared in Xu Yuan's eyes. “Send him a message and tell him I can help. However, the prerequisite was that he should choose to submit to me!
The woman nodded.
Melody City
On the hundred-acre courtyard, there was a small bridge with clear water flowing quietly and many buildings.
"My lord, this old man has completed the task of delivering all of you here."
Wu You An, Sect Master of the Chi Huy Sect, smiled and cupped his hands.
"Thank you."
Nie Tha nodded.
After Wu You An left, Nie Tha led Feng Zun and his group through a winding bridge leading to the depths of the courtyard.
There was a small lake here, and the edge of the lake was lush with lush plants and trees. Not far away was a three-story pavilion, and the surroundings here were calm and beautiful.
A gray-haired old man and a skinny figure were sitting on a bamboo chair in front of the pavilion. His eyes closed as if he was taking a nap, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were covered with a calm expression.
"Murid greeted Martial Uncle Yuntian."
Nie Tha stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
On the bamboo chair, the old man opened his eyes. At that moment, there seemed to be a pair of cold lightning bolting across the sky, sweeping out toward Feng Zun and the others.
Zhuan Long's body stiffened. He could feel an oppressive aura coming from the old man's gaze.
Haoran narrowed his eyes.
Tianba seemed to be surprised by the gaze that stole the soul force from the old man and took a step back.
Only Yin Ying was quite calm.
While Feng Zun was standing there with his hands behind his back with a calm expression as if he did not feel anything at all.
