Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 155 - 156: Black Market Saint Heir (4th Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 155: Chapter 156: Black Market Saint Heir (4th Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

"Candle Flame Sect, Wind God Clan, and the disciples of the Three Immortal Isles have all gathered; the only one left from the four major sects is Cold Snow Pavilion."

Chu Fengmian thought to himself.

Almost at the moment Chu Fengmian’s thought emerged, a chill suddenly approached.

"The disciples of Cold Snow Pavilion are here."

Feeling this chill, everyone had the same thought.

A series of snow-white figures descended from the sky, all of them with graceful figures, each one a very young girl.

Among them, the leader appeared to be only in her early thirties, her face cold, though extremely beautiful, yet no one dared to take more than a glance.

"Elder Yang, Elder Yan, Elder Feng, Island Master Fang, Han Chan has arrived late, please forgive us."

The woman spoke indifferently.

"Han Chan? Is this the great elder of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Chan? So young."

"The cultivation technique of Cold Snow Pavilion is truly miraculous, making her appear to be just in her early thirties."

"How old do you think Han Chan is?"

"Probably around fifty or sixty?"

"Fifty or sixty? Han Chan is already over a hundred years old this year, yet she still looks so young."

Many disciples chatted among themselves.

At the same time, countless gazes were fixed on the Cold Snow Pavilion disciples behind Han Chan.

Cold Snow Pavilion had a very particular characteristic, all its disciples were females, and each one of them was exceptionally beautiful, rare beauties of this world.

The appearance of these Cold Snow Pavilion disciples immediately attracted countless gazes.

These fifteen Cold Snow Pavilion disciples, all wearing white gauzes, looked very young, around sixteen or seventeen at most.

Although they all covered their faces, just the pair of crystal-like eyes that were visible was enough to show that they were all top-tier beauties.

Among these fifteen, the one standing in the center appeared quite different, very obvious, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Looking at her eyes was mesmerizing, every move she made was like that of a noble fairy, aloof and pure.

Among the crowd, countless disciples became intoxicated, as if enchanted.

"Is that Han Yueli, currently known as the number one beauty of the Wusheng Kingdom?"

"Even though she is wearing a veil, her aura alone is intoxicating."

A martial artist said dumbfoundedly.

"Whoever can win her heart would probably be the luckiest man in the world."

Another martial artist said disdainfully.

"Stop dreaming; all the Cold Snow Pavilion’s disciples have appearances as beautiful as ice-cold hearts, none has ever gained their favor."

With the appearance of the Cold Snow Pavilion’s disciples, all attention was instantly drawn to them.

Even the disciples of the Three Immortal Isles, who were typically indifferent, couldn’t help but take a few glances at Han Yueli.

Han Yueli seemed like she could intoxicate holy Buddhas.

"Elder Han Chan speaks too modestly; we have just arrived as well."

Elder Yang said with a smile, covering his earlier faux pas.

"Wusheng Academy, all people from the four major sects are present; by rights, we should be able to activate the restrictions of the Holy Land now, but this session is a bit different."

The elder with red hair murmured thoughtfully.

"Hahaha, sorry everyone for the long wait."

Suddenly, a voice arose, and a figure appeared noiselessly before everyone.

"Who is it!"

"Such terrifying speed! Such a light voice!"

"Black clothes with blood characters! It’s someone from the Black Market!"

Seeing the newcomer’s clothes, everyone subconsciously tensed up.

The Black Market of the Wusheng Kingdom, always a mysterious presence, the appearance of a Black Market martial artist was never good news.

This time, someone from the Black Market brazenly appeared, making those present somewhat uneasy, yet people quickly caught on.

There were allocated slots for the Black Market in this trial of the Holy Land.

"So it’s the Hall Master Xue, unharmed I see."

The elder with red hair glanced at the newcomer and spoke evenly, his tone devoid of any friendliness.

The relationship between the Black Market and the four major sects, including Wusheng Academy, was not good. It was well known that the Black Market even had bounties on many disciples from the four major sects and Wusheng Academy.

The assassins trained by the Black Market had killed countless geniuses from Wusheng Academy and the four major sects; had it not been for the Black Market’s strong influence, they would not have stood here so calmly.

There would have been a conflict upon meeting otherwise.

The other elders, Island Master Fang, Feng Xiandao, and Han Chan showed no intention to speak either, just calmly glanced, which was greeting enough.

"Blood Hall Master, this is one of the forces within the Black Market, the master of the Blood Shadow Hall, Xue Wuye."

"This Blood Shadow Hall has killed countless people, having assassinated many geniuses of the Wusheng Kingdom."

"This Xue Wuye, once even attempted to assassinate an inner elder of the Wusheng Academy, and now he dared to show up directly."

"Now that the Black Market is powerful, they’ve basically reconciled with Wusheng Academy and the four major sects, so of course he dares to come out."

The murmurs of numerous martial artists rose.

Meanwhile, people’s gazes turned to the three people standing behind Xue Wuye.

Among them, two were dressed in black clothes bearing blood characters, attired like typical disciples of the Black Market.

Their statures and appearances were all concealed by the black clothing, making them indistinguishable, while only one among them was exceptionally unique, dressed in golden clothing.

This golden clothing made him seem less like a Black Market assassin and more like an emperor.

"Allow me to introduce, this one is the new Saint Heir of our Black Market."

Xue Wuye spoke, showing respect as he gestured toward the man in golden clothing behind him.

"Saint Heir!"

"This young man, is the Black Market’s chosen Saint Heir?"

The expressions of Elder Yang, the redhead elder, Feng Xiandao, and Han Chan changed simultaneously, their gazes scrutinizing him.

Chu Fengmian could feel countless divine senses sweeping over, as if trying to see through every aspect of this Saint Heir.

"Saint Heir, the Black Market has actually chosen a Saint Heir."

"The master of the Black Market is known as the Holy Master, and this Saint Heir is set to be the next Holy Master of the Black Market, his position almost secure the moment he steps into the ’Controlling Wind’ realm."

The vastness of the Black Market could be equated to a kingdom in its own right.

The identity of this Saint Heir was almost akin to that of the Crown Prince of the Wusheng Kingdom.

Countless gazes sought to behold what kind of person this new generation Saint Heir truly was.