Chapter 10: The Holy City Conference

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying casually: "It seems that the Holy Master attaches great importance to the Sacred City Conference."

  Mu Shi Qing smiled and said, "That's a given. For any power, cultivating the younger generation is extremely important, and our Holy Temple is no exception."

  After finishing speaking, he looked at the person beside him and tentatively said: "If Jun Ling Xiao You can join the Holy Temple, with your potential, you will certainly receive attention from the Holy Master."

  Ling Wushuang smiled faintly and didn't speak, which means that those who can enter the White Tower to cultivate will eventually have to become people of the Holy Temple. Otherwise, with the methods of the Holy Temple, there is only one outcome, and she has already seen many examples.

  In the gentle and serene gaze of Sheng Lin, everyone held their breath, not daring to speak out of turn. The murmurs of discussion died down to a minimum, and after a long time, they finally heard him say in a deep voice: "Next, I declare that the Holy City Congress has begun!"

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The thunderous sound of the drum, followed his words and fell down, in the holy temple high above, swirling around.

  The drumbeat sounded, and every sound seemed to hit the hearts of the crowd, making them tense up as well. On more than 100 arenas, people took their positions, following the original drawing order, and began a series of matches in an orderly manner.

  Sheng Lin shook his long sleeves and sat back in the gold-inlaid chair behind him, seemingly with no intention of leaving immediately.

  Ling Wushuang's eyes swept across the scene, her divine sense simultaneously spreading out to cover everything. She took in the situation here and when she turned back, she happened to see Cai Yi on the opposite viewing platform, making faces at her.

  Cai Yi's sidekick, Bai Lan, gazed at the scene on the arena with a discerning eye. From head to toe, he wore an elegant smile, while in front of them were mostly white-haired old men who should be elder-level figures. Their eyes all searched around each arena.

  In the Holy City Congress, it's not just the top 100 geniuses who can directly join the Holy Temple. If you're lucky, you might even be discovered by an elder and exceptionally admitted.

  For example, a few days ago, an elder of the Holy Temple discovered a person with a special physique in the holy city. Although his strength was not enough and he was only a local expert, because of his special physique, if he was carefully cultivated, he would definitely have a bright future, so he was directly accepted as a disciple by that elder.

  That is to say, the selection of the Holy Temple will not be based solely on current talent or strength, but also on various other aspects. Therefore, the Holy Temple's current foundation is not without basis.

  When Mu Shi Qing followed Ling Wu Shuang's gaze, Cai Yi stuck out her tongue and had already expressionlessly withdrawn her line of sight.

  His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he solemnly said to the person beside him: "Jun Ling, now that the Great Elder's lineage is in a precarious situation within the Holy Hall, and Cai Yi Bai Lan is even more of a hypocritical and deceitful person, don't be deceived by their false emotions and intentions."

  I heard that Jun Ling has been staying at the White Mansion for the past two days. Fortunately, he also made his move in time, otherwise, such a genius would have been taken away by the Great Elder's family!

  Ling Wushuang didn't mind much, withdrew her gaze, and smiled as she said: "I just happened to be outside the Qing Shan screen barrier, met them, and wasn't familiar with the Holy City either. I went to their mansion to bother them for a few days, but it's a bit embarrassing."

  Mu Shi Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty and disdain, "The Great Elder's lineage is nothing but a group of self-righteous hypocrites. You don't even know that the Great Elder has already left the Holy Hall."

  What he meant was that it's clear that being friends with people from the same sect as the Great Elder has no future.

  Ling Wu's lips curled up slightly, forming a subtle arc that seemed to be smiling yet not quite. Just as she was about to say something, her gaze was drawn to the procession of people walking towards Sheng Lin on the high platform to her side, causing her pupils to constrict ever so slightly.

  The man walking towards the Sacred Forest with a broad stride had a square-shaped face, a sturdy and powerful build, wearing a deep blue Taoist robe. He looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. What was particularly striking about him was that his eyebrows, flecked with grey and white, were knotted together like two steel whips, exuding an aura of majesty without even being angry.

  This man is precisely Ling Wu Shuang who killed those black-clad men and then appeared as the leader of Qing Yun Mountain Range after escaping!

  Ling Wushuang murmured thoughtfully, "Who is this person?"

  What a dangerous aura, she is now at the quasi-god level of power, yet can't see through it at all!

  "This is the guest of our Holy Master, Lord Yi Qian." Mu Shi Qing's eyes rolled around a couple of times, speaking in an ambiguous tone that revealed neither too much nor too little information, perhaps not even he himself was very clear about these people's identities.

  "Guest?" Ling Wu Xiang murmured, but a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

  If she wasn't mistaken, these people must be related to those black-clothed men who attacked her last time.

  Sheng Lin, sitting in the gold-embroidered chair, saw the approaching person and slightly hesitated for a moment. He stood up hastily, his hand raised, then put it down again without leaving any trace, as if he had thought of something. The words he wanted to say were also closed off by the man's raised hand, and he shut his mouth with some embarrassment.

  Yi Qian's eyebrows were knotted together, seemingly still with a hint of anger, and he spoke first: "The things I asked you to investigate, have you made any progress?"

  Sheng Lin smiled warmly, neither angry nor annoyed. " Envoy, I have tightened the inspection in the Holy City, no one will be let go, give me a few more days and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

  The two of them stood very close together, speaking in hushed tones, and to the people in the square below, they looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, exchanging a few pleasantries.

  This situation couldn't help but make them extremely puzzled, wondering what kind of person this was, who could actually sit on an equal level with the Holy Master. They had no idea that such a person existed within the Holy Temple.

  "Alright, I'll give you three more days." Yi Qian's dark gray eyebrows were still furrowed, and he seemed to have let out a faint cold hum. "Let me see how this batch of candidates turns out. So far, they're just some subpar goods, and I haven't found the one that satisfies me yet."

  But never thought that third brother would actually die in this place!

  "Please come this way." Sheng Lin's expression was very natural as he raised his hand and made a welcoming gesture.

  Yi Qian's face was cold from head to toe, he shook off his sleeves and sat down in the position of Sheng Lin, his expression was always high above, as if even the people in the holy hall were not put in his eyes.

  On the more than one hundred arenas below, the competition was proceeding fiercely and intensely, with each match being closely contested. Unbeknownst to them, however, numerous pairs of eyes were secretly scanning these individuals.

  "This time, it's indeed a gathering of geniuses!" There are also many onlookers.

  "Most of them are above Tian Xuan, it seems we don't have much hope anymore."

  "My god, a Saint actually appeared, but this is also almost thirty, and I was about to lose the qualification to participate"

  "This guy has won five games in a row, all with just one move!"

  ……

  On the vast square, gathered are the elite of the younger generation from all over the world. Many talented individuals have also arrived. The competition is magnificent and thrilling, with bursts of applause and cheers ringing out from all directions.

  Ling Wushuang gazed down at the scene below, her clear eyes calm and serene, with a hint of profundity.

  It's actually Sheng Lin who gave such a generous reward, so this time the first place is almost certain to be hers. Within the range of her divine sense, she didn't detect any existence that could pose a threat to her. Entering the White Tower to cultivate for a month might even lead to new breakthroughs.

  Suddenly, Ling Wu's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sensed that he was being locked onto by a faint yet palpable force.

  Ling Wusuo turned her head nonchalantly, looking left and right, then lazily scanned the arena for a long time. Finally, she followed that breath of air, pretending to be unintentional, and gazed at the person who was secretly paying attention to her in the dark.

  It's him after all!

  Yi Qian, sitting next to Sheng Lin, saw Ling Wushuang looking over and was slightly surprised, furrowing his steel-whip-like eyebrows. Then, a strange smile floated onto his square face, and the gaze in his eyes seemed to lock onto prey, flashing with cruel, dark light.

  Mo Shi Qing naturally noticed this situation too. He rolled his eyes and said, "Jun Ling, why don't I take you to meet the Holy Maiden?"

  "Good" Ling Wu's double nodded, the cold and handsome young man smiled very naturally, looking quite gentlemanly, "This is my honor".

  Mo Shi Qing raised his head and laughed loudly, seemingly very satisfied with Ling Wu Shuang's words. He stood up from his position, adjusted his clothes, held his head high and chest out, and then strode towards the high platform.

  Ling Wu's eyes deepened, and she followed slowly.

  Shengnu Bai Qian, with a jade belt fluttering, sat in the position to the left of the Holy Master, quiet and elegant like a lotus flower, beautiful eyes shining brightly, with a warm and elegant gaze, sizing up her surroundings, naturally also attracting the attention of many people.

  "Under the jurisdiction of the Holy Girl", Mu Shi Qing walked to Bai Qian's side, quietly clasped her hands together and bowed slightly, seemingly not intending to disturb the Holy Master.

  Bai Qian's eyes swept over to the right, where the Holy Master was talking to Yi Qian, and she slowly raised her slender arm, softly instructing: "Lord Mu has worked hard, but during the Sacred City Congress, it's still necessary to be more careful."

  It seems that no matter when, Bai Qian always maintains an attitude of being calm and composed, in this regard, she is more suitable for the role of a Holy Maiden than her previous life as Shui Jing'er.

  "Those under him will certainly notice" Mu Shi Qing treated Bai Qian with a very respectful attitude.

  Bai Qian nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes lightly turning, and with a glance at the person standing behind Mu Shi's side, she was slightly taken aback before softly laughing: "So it's Young Master Jun"

  She had investigated that Jun Ling was just a talented loose cultivator, and if she could win him over, it would be beneficial for her.

  Ling Wushuang smiled and nodded, unable to control that oily mouth of his, "It's been a few days since we last met, the Holy Maiden has become even more beautiful."

  Being praised by such a handsome young man, Bai Qian's pretty face couldn't help but flush slightly red. Afterwards, she seemed to remember something and asked: "I wonder if the young master has brought the sky blue stone he bought at the utensil shop that day on his person?"

  Slowly, without waiting for Ling Wushuang's response, she continued: "The Grand Master is in need of that item, if the young master doesn't mind, please give it up."

  Ling Wu's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Had that old guy not told Bai Qian? Or was he still soaking in the Sacred Lake?!

  But thinking about it, she met him last night, Gu Xi was going to jump into the lake or send someone to look for her, so naturally he didn't want too many people to see, so it's normal that Bai Qian doesn't know now.

  It turned out that Ling Wushuang had something to say, "So it was this matter after all. It's really unfortunate, I happened to be by the Sacred Lake last night and met Elder Gu Xi."

  "It seems I've made an unnecessary trip." Bai Qian's face lit up with a beautiful, gentle smile as if she had instantly understood. Apparently, Tai Shifu had already found Jun Ling one step ahead and must have obtained that thing too. Judging from Tai Shifu's anxious expression, that thing was certainly no ordinary object.

  Ling Wushuang and Bai Qian exchanged a smile, their lips curling up into brilliant smiles. You understand? That's all that matters!

  However, Ling Wushuang's dazzling smile at this time might only be understood by Bai Lian and Cai Yi.

  At this time, the Holy Master who had been observing from below or discussing with Yi Qian seemed to have also noticed this side. With a flash of surprise in his eyes and an almost imperceptible furrowing of his brow, he pondered for a moment before speaking, "Qian'er, who is this person?"

  This young man is only this old, yet he has already reached the middle stage of a saint. It's really rare! Could it be that he sensed incorrectly!?

  Unless the difference is very large, it can be completely determined that one's strength is transparent. Xiang Lin and Ling Wu Shuang are now both quasi-god level, under Ling Wu Shuang's intentional concession, he naturally feels that she only has the strength of a mid-tier saint.

  Mu Shi Qing stepped forward a few steps and knelt down on one knee to pay his respects, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

  The Holy Maiden Bai Qian rose to her feet, taking a slow step forward with a gentle and elegant posture, like a willow tree swaying in the wind. She bowed her head slightly and replied softly, "Your Holiness, this young master is also one of the participants in this sacred gathering."

  Yi Qian, who was beside Sheng Lin, had been paying attention to her since Ling Wu Shuang took the stage. At this time, he was even more unscrupulous, his eyes scanning up and down, inside and out, as if appraising goods, observing the black-robed youth in front of him. Finally, seemingly very satisfied, he nodded slightly.

  Ling Wushuang took a step forward, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, "I have seen the Holy Master"

  The young man had a bright smile, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and cold, but his tone was neither arrogant nor humble.

  Sheng Lin's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes fixed intently on the person in front of him, and he didn't speak for a long time. Mu Shiqing's heart skipped a beat as he hastily gave Ling Wusuo a signal to kneel down and pay respects!

  The hierarchy within the temple is extremely strict, not inferior to that of the imperial families of the four countries. The Holy Maiden, the Elder, and the Executor can bow their heads in greeting when they see the Holy Lord, but others must kneel down and kowtow; otherwise, it would be a great disrespect!

  However, Ling Wushuang seemed to have not seen it at all, and after making a gesture of courtesy, he actually relaxed his hands, straightened his waist, and smiled brightly, with an expression as if he didn't know anything.

  Sheng Lin pursed his lips tightly, seemingly dissatisfied, but didn't appear to want to say anything more.

  After all, he was thinking that such a person would be lucky to stay, and it would be best to pull him in. However, an old man beside him shouted loudly: "Where did this country boy come from? He doesn't even know the rules, and when he sees the Holy Master, he doesn't even know how to kneel and pay his respects?"

  The speaker was none other than the old man Chai, who had followed Yi Qian to investigate the Qingyun Mountains. He had been anxious for a whole day and couldn't find anyone to vent his frustrations on. As a low-ranking saint, he naturally didn't notice Ling Wusuo's strength, nor did he know about Sheng Lin's concerns in her heart. He loudly scolded him, even with the intention of taking out his frustrations on Ling Wusuo.

  Sheng Lin's eyebrows furrowed slightly, seemingly annoyed, but since Jiao Chang Lao had already spoken, he couldn't directly ignore him. So, Sheng Lin sat upright in the main seat, pursing his lips and saying nothing, his eyes fixed steadily on the black-robed youth before him.

  Ling Wushuang's red lips curled up slightly as she said in a clear voice, "A man has gold under his knees, he does not yield to the world, nor kneel to heaven and earth."

  Ling Wushuang's words, one word and one sentence were spoken slowly and clearly, without any intention of exaggeration, as if he was just narrating a very ordinary thing. However, the loud and powerful voice made everyone on the square look over, and it was because of his words that their blood boiled with excitement.

  Unyielding to the universe, never kneeling to heaven and earth!

  What a heroic spirit! Yet, it was uttered by such a slender young man!

  "You dare to be so presumptuous, you little brat!" Old Man Zhai, who had been following Yi Qian under the orders of the Shenglin Sect, had been holding in his temper for a long time, but he didn't expect that even someone as young and inexperienced as Ling Wushuang would dare to defy him. Because of Ling's calm and collected words, Old Man Zhai suddenly became enraged and shouted loudly: "Here, the Holy Master is like Heaven! If you're told to kneel, then kneel! How can you not obey? Has no one ever taught you about hierarchy and seniority? Do I need to teach you again right now?"

  Ling Wushuang's smile, radiant at the corners of her mouth, slowly solidified on her lips, with an ambiguous expression that made it impossible to discern her emotions. Suddenly, she crossed her arms over her chest and followed Elder Zhai's words, saying, "Why don't you show me how to kneel?"

  "You——" Old man Zhai's face stiffened, his old face trembling slightly.

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to be teaching?"

  "You little stinker!"

  "That's enough, all of you be quiet!" Sheng Lin finally spoke up, turning to Zhai Changlao beside him and fiercely waving his sleeve to stop the words that were about to come out of his mouth. His warm eyes had turned somewhat cold and stern, and the faces of everyone in the hall had lost their luster!

  At this time, a dissenting voice also emerged from the spectators watching the game below.

  "Which elder is this, who is so unreasonable and doesn't even spare a courtesy? Isn't it just a bowing ritual? Why be so calculating?" Most of the people in the Mystic's group were quite tired of the tedious rituals in the palace, where they would often have to kowtow. They also had some dissatisfaction with the Holy Temple's set of rules.

  "It's just that I quite admire that young man, he has guts and courage!" Many people cast admiring glances at Ling Wushuang.

  Of course, there are also a very small number of people who show sarcastic meaning, "What's that? I think it's just being out of touch with the times."

  ……

  There are a hundred different opinions and attitudes, but in short, such criticism is harmful to the Holy Temple and today's grand gathering, bringing only harm and no benefit, which is why Sheng Lin is so angry.

  Sheng Lin's eyes gleamed with a deep, mysterious light as he gazed at the black-robed youth with refined features. In a low voice, he said, "Since you're here to participate in the selection tournament, with your abilities, if you go all out, it's not impossible for you to enter the top three."

  After finishing speaking, his tone suddenly changed, "However, young people must remember one thing, no matter when, don't stir up trouble unnecessarily."

  Sheng Lin was gentle, but he attached great importance to status and hierarchy. Since Ling Wu Shuang had disobeyed him in front of so many people, for the time being, she couldn't get a good expression from him, and his tone was slightly heavier.

  Sheng Nu Bai Qian saw that Sheng Zhu had a sign of getting angry, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Jun Ling..."

  Sheng Lin's meaning is already very clear. If Ling Wu Shuang accompanies him for a while, or kneels down to kowtow according to the rules, this matter will be considered as if it never happened. If not, then today, it may not be so easy to get through, and there is even a possibility of being directly disqualified from participating in the competition.

  Who would have thought that Ling Wushuang, after hearing this, actually smiled brightly and opened his mouth to say in a rapid succession: "I've long heard that the Holy Master is wise and brave, with a broad heart and a magnanimous spirit... Today, seeing you for myself, it's indeed true. The Holy Master's guidance and reminder, I will naturally remember them in my heart. I suppose everyone else also has some understanding..."

  Ling Wushuang's words were endless and overwhelming, just short of calling on everyone to shout "Long live the Holy Master" in unison.

  A high hat was placed on Sheng Lin, who had some reaction but didn't know how to react. After a long time, he slightly distorted his face and raised his hand to stop him. "Alright, you understand, retreat now and prepare well for the next match."

  In front of so many people, Ling Wushuang's high hat was smashed down. How could Sheng Lin still save face and punish her? But Ling Wushuang's words also gave him a slightly easier way out, not too embarrassing. In the end, he could only let it go.

  Bai Lan couldn't help but laugh out loud at these earnings, "This guy, really is..."

  Ling Wushuang smiled lightly and retreated back to Shengnu Bai Qian's side, sitting down together with Mu Shiqing.

  "You'd better not confront him face to face again, Mu Shi Qing thought Ling Wu Shuang was just a naive young boy who didn't understand anything, and now he's starting to slowly guide and brainwash him, thinking about the future."

  Ling Wushuang smiled calmly, her eyes shining deeply and lightly as if on the stage of a public square.

  At this time, Mu Shi Qing glanced at Yi Qian beside the Holy Master and saw that he seemed to be smiling with satisfaction. Mu Shi Qing nodded secretly in his heart, having made his own assessment, feeling both regret and excitement.

  It seems this kid has been chosen by the Envoy.

  Today's grand gathering will end in just half a day, and from hundreds of thousands of people, one thousand will proceed to the next competition. These one thousand people will stay at a specially prepared place in Sheng Gong to prepare for the next trial, while the rest can still linger in the holy city during the grand gathering, but cannot enter Sheng Gong.

  Ling Wu held that special token in her hand, and Bai Qian wanted to have a powerful helper with boundless prospects in the future, so she took this opportunity to invite her to visit the Holy Maiden's Palace.

  Ling Wushuang also naturally smiled and agreed, just in time for her to investigate something!

  The grand ceremony came to an end, and several hours later, the sky turned dark, with the half-moon hanging high in the air, its silver light shining faintly. Under the vast expanse of the sky, the Holy Palace was built on a mountain by the water, and at its center, the main hall shone brightly with lights, illuminating the surrounding beauty, like a crystal palace.

  In the grand hall, a faint murmur of discussion could be heard. Following the sound, it was found that Yi Qian was sitting in the main seat, while Sheng Lin sat in a lower position. The gentle face had an even more respectful attitude than during the day.

  "Your Excellency, I don't know if there's anyone in this selection who can satisfy you." An elderly man spoke up in a low voice, clearly holding a high position within the temple.

  Yi Qian's face was expressionless, maintaining his usual pride. "Although it wasn't particularly satisfying, it was much better than the previous one. By the way, that kid Jun Ling today was quite good."

  Yi Qian laughed so hard it was almost dangerous, their people had been wandering around Sheng City for such a long time and yet they still hadn't discovered anything.

  Sheng Lin's face slightly changed, and his eyes flashed with a hint of darkness as he smiled: "Such a genius is indeed rare, but it's not just Jun Ling alone."

  If possible, Sheng Lin still wanted to keep such a genius in the Holy Temple.

  "Could there be something even better?" Yi Qian's two steel whip-like eyebrows moved slightly, and he actually became a bit interested.

  "That's right" Sheng Lin nodded, "Among the four major families in the East, Miss Ling Wu of the Ling family is a rare talent that appears only once in a hundred years. She is about the same age as Jun Ling and is said to have already reached the peak of a 9th rank Saint. Her innate talent is even more monstrous than Jun Ling's!"

  Sheng Lin's face remained gentle and harmless, but deep in his eyes, a fierce glint flashed.

  "Is there really such an existence?" Yi Qian was very surprised, and then frowned, "You're talking about the Ling family in the east? This reminds me of someone, his physique is extremely special, I still have some impression now, but unfortunately... "

  Yi Qian stopped at last, seemingly reluctant to bring it up again.

  "Is it Lord Ling Huo of the four major families in the East, as the messenger said?" The Holy Master's voice was somewhat cold, and although it was a questioning sentence, it was said with great certainty. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said, "This Ling Wu Shuang is indeed the daughter of that Ling Huo."

  Ten years ago, Ling Hao was also known as the most dazzling and extraordinary genius on this continent. In the end, he still fell into their hands, at their mercy, and Ling Wushuang will be no exception. Those who oppose the Holy Temple all have only one outcome!

  "Oh?" Yi Qian was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and he nodded slowly, "If that's the case, it seems necessary to make a trip to the Ling family."

  "What about this Ling Jun kid? What's your take on him?" Sheng Lin asked tentatively.

  Such a genius, although slightly inferior to Ling Wu Shuang, is still a rare find; if possible, he would naturally want to keep him.

  Yi Qian's slightly hardened eyebrows flashed a hint of displeasure, and after a moment of consideration, he said in a deep voice: "This Jun Ling, let him participate in the selection competition for now. If that Ling Wu Shuang is as you say, then this little guy can stay."

  Although this kid is incredibly talented, he somehow feels a bit elusive, let's wait and see over the next few days.

  "Yes——" Sheng Lin as the master of the holy hall, but for Yi Qian, it has a meaning of obeying orders.

  "Hmm" Yi Qian nodded thoughtfully, seemingly satisfied with the news provided by Sheng Lin. "After the Holy City Conference, we'll make a trip to the Ling family. I'd like to see what's different about his daughter, given Ling Huan's physique."

  Sheng Lin thought for a moment, then added another sentence, "However, that Ling family girl is cunning and has many tricks up her sleeve. Moreover, there are already rumors that behind the Ling family, there is a peak-level god's existence. We can't figure out what's going on, so we haven't taken action yet."

  Moreover, Tianye Yun has now reached the quasi-god level. Although he hasn't explicitly expressed his intention to join one of the four major families, he has been secretly helping Ling Wushuang all along. This fact makes Sheng Lin's head ache and fills him with hatred that makes his teeth itch.

  "It's just a divine rank" Yi Qian sneered, "What four major families, it's just a small Ling family, to destroy it is just a matter of lifting a finger, nothing could be simpler."

  Although he said so, Yi Qian's heart was actually paying attention to him. After all, the peak gods who appeared in this region would not be ordinary people.

  But Yi Qian never thought it would be the person with zero possibility!

  Sheng Lin was overjoyed upon hearing this, and a gentle smile slowly spread across his face. "That's right, it's just a small Ling family. With Your Excellency taking action personally, with your incredible abilities, capturing Ling Wusuo will be as easy as reaching out and grabbing her."

  It turns out that everyone likes to listen to flattering words, and Yi Gan listened to this remark, immediately raising his head and laughing loudly, feeling much more comfortable in his heart. "As long as the Holy Temple does things for us properly, there will naturally be no shortage of benefits for you, and what you want will also be available."

  "This I will not forget, this breakthrough, is also thanks to the messenger's help" Sheng Lin heard some displeasure, but did not show it, instead followed with a laugh, he knew that for these people, killing him was as easy as crushing an ant.

  "It's good that you remember." Yi Qian was very satisfied, stroking his eight-character beard. "As for Jun Ling, even if he were to take down the first name, it wouldn't be a problem. Lock him up in the White Tower and don't let him slip away."

  In case that Lin Wu Shuang is not a match for this little brat, and by the time he's brought back to settle the score, he'll be stronger than ten of his previous selves combined. The master will definitely be pleased, and having him locked up in the White Tower can also serve as an opportunity to temper his physique to become even purer. For them, bringing him back is a win-win situation.

  Yi Qian had his own thoughts in mind, but he didn't think that if he refined someone's physique to make it even better, or quickly increased their strength, would he still be able to take them away smoothly...

  Sheng Lin smiled and nodded, saying brightly to himself, "I'll take care of this. Among the people who came to participate in the selection competition this time, there are also many geniuses. When the time comes, it will be up to the messenger to choose."

  With Yi Qian's hands, he eliminated the four major families, forever eliminating future troubles, and was able to leave behind such a genius, truly a multi-beneficial move!

  Sheng Lin had a calculator in his mind, but he didn't expect that the person he was looking for had already been delivered to their doorstep and had been wandering around in front of them for several laps.

  "Hmm, these days, we've only selected a dozen or so people" Just as he said this, Yi Qian suddenly remembered something, his joyful expression suddenly turned cold and stern, his piercing gaze swept around the surrounding people, "A whole day has passed, what's the investigation into last night's events on Qingyun Mountain?"

  Lao San, although his strength was suppressed, was also a quasi-god level, and in this place, he was almost an invincible existence. He was actually ambushed and assassinated by someone, and even the small team that followed him was completely annihilated. How could he not be furious!

  Sheng Lin's face also fell, clearly with no progress.

  Yi Qian's existence was such that he wouldn't care about Sheng Lin's face, and directly roared at him, "A bunch of trash!"

  Sheng Lin, after all, was also a person who had been in high positions for a long time. He endured the roar and barely didn't tear his face apart. His face twitched, and it took him a while to squeeze out a smile on his usually elegant face. "I have already ordered the entire city to be sealed off and thoroughly searched. If that person is still in the Holy City, they will definitely be caught within a few days!"

  Sheng Lin was worried that a master who could easily kill a sub-god level expert might be a true peak god, and such a mysterious master, if not personally handled by Yi Qian, would not be able to be detained even if they were found.

  Yi Qian heavily hummed and stood up, with his hands clasped behind his back, walking slowly towards the gate of the hall. Without looking back, he threw out a sentence, "Act quickly, I don't have that much time to waste here."

  "Is" Sheng Lin gazed at Yi Qian's back, who didn't notice that he replied with a clenched jaw.

  Sheng Lin didn't know that the mysterious master was actually lying in his own palace, on a reclining chair inside a beautiful temple, leisurely stuffing all kinds of melons and fruits into his mouth. By his side, a small fireball was squatting, full and content, snoring loudly, with a hint of silver white at the corner of its sharp fox-like mouth.

  "It's about time" Ling Wu handed over a grape-like object and put it in her mouth, then patted her hands and stood up.

  At this hour, it was already late at night. In the Holy Palace, there were still some lights flickering with a starry color, as if it were an ice sculpture of a jade palace, but almost without any sound. Even the gentle lapping of water could be heard from the outer holy lake.

  Ling Wushuang, still wearing his black robes, extinguished the lights in the bedroom and slipped away silently. Before long, he returned, grabbed the tail of a certain beast sleeping soundly on the soft couch, and heard its pitiful cry as it was roughly thrown into the Qingyu Ancient Ring space by Ling Wushuang, who had no gentle cells.

  It's almost forgotten, this little thing is too eye-catching, if it's discovered by someone, I'm afraid it would be easy to recognize her.

  Ling Wushuang's figure was extremely fast, like a civet cat, in the black and white intertwined night color of the Holy Palace, shuttling freely, without anyone being able to discover her existence. According to the life force aura that fell on Zhai Changlao's body during the day, she went straight to find it.

  "It's here" Ling Wu Xiang flew in like a leaf, lightly flashing into the temple.

  Zhai Zhang Lao, who was sleeping, sensed something unusual and suddenly opened his eyes. However, before he could react in any way, a sharp blade was pressed against the vital point on his neck.

  A voice beyond gender, concise and to the point.

  "Who, who..." Sweat broke out on the back of Zhai Lao's neck, and he was so frightened that his whole body trembled. Someone had actually broken through the defense of the Holy Hall and snuck in without being detected. And this person's strength was such that it made him feel, from the bottom of his heart, no desire to resist at all!

  "I ask, you answer, otherwise, death"

  A clear and cold voice that is beyond gender, concise and to the point.