Chapter 13: The Grand Gathering Comes to an End!

  Xin Yun's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her amber-colored eyes flashed with an unusual light. Her footsteps moved lightly, scanning every corner of the arena, as well as the space above, not missing a single inch.

  Xing Yun's expression turned solemn, and in his heart, he had already confirmed that this Jun Ling must have cultivated the mysterious skills of the Assassin series!

  However, he is of a higher grade than Jun Ling, so his spiritual power will not be weaker than him. Even if Jun Ling has cultivated the Assassin's skill, it is impossible to completely conceal any aura, but there is no trace around him, not even a life aura, which is the most puzzling and incomprehensible place for Xing Yun.

  The surroundings were pitch black, with an extreme blackness that merged with the brilliant flames. The sparrows and birds around were silent, and for a moment, on the vast square where thousands of people gathered, only the crackling sound of sparks jumping could be heard.

  Ling Wushuang's silver long spear disappeared, and the tall black-robed figure stood on top of Xingyun's head, treading in mid-air, hidden in the dark night, without even a hint of breathing, completely merging with the surrounding darkness.

  Her clear eyes, devoid of any emotion, stared at the figure on the stage, like a leopard lurking in the dark, taking in every tiny movement of Xingyun, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment!

  It wasn't long before Xingyun made a slight movement to the side, and Ling Wusuo's eyes flickered with a faint light.

  "Whoosh——"

  In an instant, Xing Yun had no time to react at all. A figure quietly and soundlessly landed on his body, a chill that pierced to the bone hit him, and the position of his heart suddenly tightened.

  "Rip it!"

  It was just an instant later that two figures separated, and Ling Wushuang had already revealed his figure, standing faintly opposite Xingyun.

  "What's going on? Where did it come from?" The crowd was shocked and didn't even see clearly what had happened.

  Xin Yun's face suddenly changed, looking at the black-robed youth in front of him, his expression was unusually complex. In his amber-colored eyes, various emotions flashed quickly, and finally settled down slowly, becoming as calm as usual. But when he opened his mouth, he said an inexplicable sentence: "I lost".

  Admit defeat graciously and sincerely.

  "What!?" The people around were puzzled, looking at each other in twos and threes, bursting out with waves of questioning voices.

  What happened? Neither of them was injured, they just exchanged one move, and Xingyun actually admitted defeat?

  It's really inexplicable!

  Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly raised as she smiled and said: "Your assassin is indeed very formidable with his mysterious skills."

  Xingyun's Assassin's Lineage Dark Skill is really formidable, if he were to meet someone else, even a 9th rank Saint who surpasses him by several levels, one careless move and he might be killed with a single knife strike. However, his bad luck is that today he met her, the leader of the assassins.

  An assassin? Isn't that just a killer? This is her old line of work!

  When it comes to hiding and ambushing, few people can compare to her. In order to make a fatal blow, she would quietly hide for several days and nights!

  Assassin, what is an assassin? Silent and hidden, one strike is fatal!

  "It's a loss, it's just a loss." Xingyun's face was expressionless as he turned and left, his amber-colored eyes settling with an unusual color.

  He didn't expect that Jun Ling would understand the mysterious skills of the Assassin Sect so thoroughly.

  Ling Wushuang watched his reaction, staring at his back as he left, and smiled thoughtfully.

  But everyone still didn't understand why Xingyun inexplicably conceded, until he put down the hand covering his chest, and only then did they suddenly realize.

  The clothes at Xun Yun's heart were torn open, revealing a palm-sized hole. No wonder Xun Yun admitted defeat. If Jun Ling had stabbed deeper with his dagger, Xun Yun would have died on the spot!

  Undoubtedly, this collar hole was cut by the sharp blade in Jun Ling's hand when they exchanged blows earlier. It only took one move to break through a high-ranking Saint's defense and counterattack. What kind of speed and skill would it take to achieve that!

  Endure in silence and strike with deadly force!

  "Do you know how I found your location?" Ling Wu's faint words made Xing Yun, who had turned to leave, stop in his tracks immediately.

  He paused for two seconds before turning around, his amber-colored eyes staring at her without blinking.

  That's right, this is where he was most puzzled, how did Jun Ling detect his piercing position!

  Ling Wushuang glanced at him briefly, turned around and left, her red lips slightly raised, faintly uttering two words, "Killing intent".

  In her past life, she was the king of assassins. Every thread and every grain of murderous aura couldn't escape her senses. Xing Yun, as an assassin, revealed a fatal mistake in front of her - his killing intent was too heavy and exposed!

  And she herself was hiding, to be a most qualified killer, not to mention the killing intent, even her life aura would be reduced to the lowest level when she was ready to strike, and there might not be any! How could Xingyun discover her?

  Xin Yun's body shape was clearly stunned for a moment, "killing intent"

  As an assassin, how can I not have a murderous aura?

  However, when he wanted to investigate further, the figure of Ling Wushuang had already disappeared from the stage, and Xing Yun's amber-like eyes deepened slightly.

  A match ended, until both sides left the arena, the referee walked up to the arena with some confusion, is it over like this?

  "This round, Jun Ling wins!" The judge's loud voice ignited the passion in the hearts of the crowd below, and they cheered loudly.

  "Some people still can't believe it, 'I really didn't expect it, Jun Ling actually won'"

  "But I feel like neither side gave it their all, they didn't really fight at all and it just ended." There were also many disappointed voices, thinking that it would be a thrilling and intense battle, but it unexpectedly ended so abruptly.

  Some people feel good about themselves, and with a serious expression, analyze, "You just don't understand, this is the showdown between masters, your strength isn't enough, you can't see it, there's a lot of stuff in here."

  "It is, it is"

  ……

  Such an ending seemed to be beyond Sheng Lin's expectations as well. He stared at the empty stage, lost in thought.

  The genius selection contest of the Holy City Conference has come to an end, and the 100 people who are qualified to become disciples of the Holy Temple, the 10 people who can enter the White Tower for cultivation, as well as the three people who will receive astonishing rewards have all been determined.

  The competition ended, and the top three prizes were awarded by Sheng Lin himself.

  On three delicate white jade trays were the rewards that each of them could get.

  Xing Yun took the Sacred Staircase Elixir and Saint's Energy Stone from Sheng Lin, and when he faced Sheng Lin with a satisfied expression, his mind was racing quickly.

  How can I get out of this now? It's just a pity that he didn't get the Divine Origin Stone he wanted.

  Sheng Lin finally fixed his gaze on Ling Wu Shuang, waving his hand to pull away the cloth covering the white jade tray. "I was right about you, kid. This Divine Origin Stone is yours, and it's the only one left in the Holy Hall now. You'd better make good use of it, don't disappoint me."

  If this kid can stay, it would be perfect. If he can't stay, Lord Yi Qian will definitely give some spiritual stones to take him away, no matter how you calculate, he won't lose out.

  Intelligent people can hear it, Sheng Lin's words have words, the previous sentence is a pull, and the next sentence has a warning meaning. The only divine origin stone in the Holy Temple can only be given to the hands of the Holy Temple disciples.

  "This is natural, Holy Master can rest assured" Ling Wu Xiong smiled with a smirk, of course he would let the Divine Origin Stone take effect.

  Sheng Lin nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and with a red cloth being pulled open by him, a colorful stone appeared before everyone's eyes.

  Fist-sized, shimmering with colorful light, on a white jade plate, beautiful to the point of stunning.

  "It's indeed the Five-Colored Divine Stone!" The crowd exclaimed in unison, this is the legendary Five-Colored Divine Origin Stone!

  "She's even more beautiful than the rumors say"

  ……

  Xing Yun also cast his gaze on the Divine Origin Stone, his amber-colored pupils flashing with a dazzling color that was rarely seen. However, he eventually looked down with some disappointment and returned to his usual indifference.

  Shenyuan stone, a rare treasure that appears only once in a hundred years. If you miss this opportunity, you may not find another one in your lifetime!

  Xin Yun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile that was almost imperceptible. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked being bound by the Holy Temple to fight for this Divine Origin Stone.

  Ling Wushuang took it from Sheng Lin's hand and put it in his own, weighing it carefully, with a look of great surprise on his face.

  Taking in the expressions of everyone, Sheng Lin smiled in satisfaction. At this time, he had already taken Ling Wu Xiang as a disciple of the Holy Temple and warmly instructed him: "Work hard to cultivate, such things, I won't be stingy with you, under the heavens, only the Holy Temple can bring out"

  The rest of the people looked at Ling Wu's hand, envying him, Shen Yuan Stone, this is a must-have for breaking through the Divine Stage, and those who don't want it are fools.

  Ling Wushuang laughed brightly and said with a smile, "Since the Holy Master is so generous, I naturally won't let you down."

  Sheng Lin nodded, his eyes scanning the group that had rushed into the top ten with a hint of sternness. He said in a low voice, "Tomorrow, I will arrange for the White Tower to be opened. Jun Ling can enter the ninth floor to cultivate, Xin Yun and Feng Ji can enter the seventh floor, and the rest of you will enter the fifth floor. As for the things inside, such as secret manuals and weapons, each of you can obtain one based on your own strength. The period is one month."

  Everyone was surprised and looked at each other, and in the White Tower, there were actually things like Gongfa and weapons.

  Ling Wushuang held the Shenyuan stone in his hand, secretly raised his eyes and swept over the beautiful white high tower not far away.

  The nine-story pagoda stands tall in the heart of the holy palace, emitting a sacred glow in the night, as if shrouded in a layer of white mist, with a warm and resplendent color, and the twinkling stars above the sky, reflecting each other into a beautiful picture.

  The game is over, and people are leaving the temple in twos and threes, chatting about what they have seen and heard during this time.

  And the Holy City Congress has not yet completely ended. In addition to the main Genius Selection Tournament, there are many other grand events in the Holy City, such as auctions, arena battles, gambling stone conferences, banquets, and tea parties. Therefore, the Holy City will also be open to the outside world for more than a month. During this period, people from the outside world are allowed to stay in the Holy City.

  Among the tens of thousands of people, about a hundred outstanding ones naturally stayed in the Sacred Palace, and Ling Wu Shuang and Xin Yun were no exception.

  It was night, with a bright moon and clear wind.

  "Huh?"

  Xingyun's residence, inside a crystal carved flower lamp, the lamp shadow flickered almost imperceptibly.

  It was a very ordinary scene, but it made the person lying on the bed suddenly open their eyes, then quickly get up, and scan the spacious room with their amber-colored pupils inch by inch. Finally, they stopped at a soft couch chair, slightly stunned, furrowed their brow, and said "it's you".

  "Could it be me?" Ling Wusuo chuckled and smiled, not knowing how long he had been lying on the tea chair. At this moment, he even picked up the teacup beside him with a familiar air, took a few big gulps, "The tea is not bad."

  Wandered around for a whole day without even having a sip of tea.

  Xin Yun walked towards her with an expressionless face, furrowed his brow, "Coming to visit in the middle of the night, I'm afraid it's not for drinking tea."

  On the surface, there was no extra expression, but Xingyun's heart was extremely shocked. The guardian of the Holy Palace, even he didn't dare say that he could move around freely. This Junling, actually entered as if no one was there, indeed not a simple person.

  "Of course," Ling Wu Xiang put down the teacup in his hand, and without saying any more unnecessary words, he flipped his hand and took out a colorful five-colored stone that shone brightly, gently placing it on the tea tray in front of Xin Yun.

  "What does it mean?" Xing Yun's eyes narrowed and stared at the black-robed youth in front of him, who was smiling harmlessly. His slightly hoarse voice carried a surprise and confusion that he couldn't hide, but after glancing at the Divine Origin Stone, he didn't make any move.

  He indeed wants this thing very much, but losing is just losing, he doesn't need others' sympathy gifts!

  Ling Wushuang stood up with a half-smiling expression, saying in a half-true and half-false tone, "Can I say that this thing is useless to me?"

  "Useless?" Xingyun was extremely puzzled and couldn't help but furrow his brow tightly.

  As a saint, no one would say that the Divine Origin Stone is useless to oneself, unless... Thinking of this, Xingyun raised his head in disbelief, but found the answer he was looking for in the cold and mysterious eyes of the black-robed youth.

  "How is this possible!" Xing Yun's mind was reeling, this was simply unthinkable, no wonder, that Jun Ling was so arrogant!

  "Do you need this thing, don't you?" Ling Wu Shuang met his inquiring and astonished gaze with a hint of a smile playing on the corners of her cherry-red lips, her cold and proud face bearing its usual confident color.

  Xin Yun gathered up the shocked colors in her eyes and became calm, "Speak, what are your conditions?"

  There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

  "I just like talking to smart people" Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly raised, smiling exceptionally brightly, bluntly said, "I need a batch of assassins" As he spoke, he slowly adjusted his sleeves, looked up and fixed his eyes on the person in front of him, and slowly said, "And you, are the best candidate"

  The four major families need a batch of excellent assassins, she has too many things to do and no time at all. This Xingyun is extremely strong in terms of the assassin's kung fu skills and is the best candidate.

  Xin Yun listened, and after a moment's thought, she understood the meaning behind her words. With a hint of astonishment, a flash of anger crossed her face. "Do you think I'll agree?"

  He indeed wants the Divine Origin Stone, but that doesn't mean he will lose his freedom for just one Divine Origin Stone!

  Even if he gets the Divine Origin Stone from this genius selection, he will still find a way to leave the Holy Temple in the end, even if it means dying together!

  "You will agree" Ling Wu Xuan smiled leisurely, but his words were unusually certain.

  Xin Yun furrowed his brow in annoyance, but before he could open his mouth to speak, the black-robed youth continued, "This time, participating in the selection tournament, you didn't get what you wanted, and now you have to go through another ordeal with the Holy Temple, possibly even losing your life. Don't you feel regretful? Don't you feel resentful?"

  Xin Yun's figure slightly froze, and he looked up at the black-robed youth in front of him with a hint of confusion. How did he know that he was thinking of ways to escape? He suddenly felt that in front of this person, he seemed like a transparent person!

  Ling Wu Xiong took in his slightly wavering expression, and couldn't help but laugh, continuing to say: "If I can let you leave smoothly and get what you want, why don't you try it?"

  Xin Yun's amber-colored eyes stared tightly at the black-robed youth in front of her, as if she wanted to see through him. Ling Wu Shuang raised an eyebrow and smiled, the handsome youth looking exceptionally carefree, gazing calmly back at the person before him.

  After a long time, Xingyun slowly lowered his head, furrowed his brow, "Do you have a way to deal with the Temple's pursuit order?"

  Actually, when asking this question, Xingyun had inexplicably already chosen to believe.

  Ling Wushuang didn't directly respond to his words, but instead pierced through to the heart of the matter: "Is this your answer?"

  Xin Yun was taken aback, turning her head slightly to avoid Ling Wu Shuang's seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling eyes. Her expressionless face seemed to have a hint of embarrassment, and in her heart, she was even more shocked. This Lord Ling had such sharp insight that he could detect even the slightest change in her emotions.

  A fierce glint flashed quickly in Ling Wu's eyes, "As long as you agree, the rest is simple."

  Avoid the pursuit? No, what she wants to do is to uproot the entire Holy Temple!

  The twinkling eyes slowly sank, and the stiff face that rarely showed a smile looked at the black-robed youth in front of him, "Why are you so certain I will agree to you?"

  Ling Wushuang stood up, her eyes gazing out of the window, "You dislike the Holy Temple, but you don't dislike me, do you?"

  Just like she didn't dislike Xingyun at first sight.

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Wushuang flashed and left.

  Xin Yun's eyes widened slightly, and finally, her gaze settled on the Shen Yuan stone left on the tea seat, with its amber-colored light flashing a profound glow.

  No, he indeed didn't dislike this black-robed youth, and even more so, was a kind of affection for the same kind, and after tonight's confrontation, apart from shock, there was more admiration!

  "Jun Ling..." Xingyun's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and then her face twisted into a bitter smile, "Perhaps, it's not a bad choice."

  This young man named Jun Ling is actually quite intimidating, even as a night assassin, he can't help but be shocked by the inexplicable aura around him and unconsciously believe in it.

  A person's terror doesn't just come from their strength!