The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 138 - 137: I wish you, Dao prosperity!

Chapter 138: Chapter 137: I wish you, Dao prosperity!

"Let’s go."

Zhou Zihuang waved his hand grandly, and all the disciples participating in the battle automatically took flight, closely following behind Zhou Zihuang.

Lu Chengde and Qiu Wenhan, two Elders, also flew towards Zhou Zihuang.

This exchange conference was personally led by Zhou Zihuang, with Lu Chengde and Qiu Wenhan, two Great Elders, supporting from the rear.

As for Jiang Jing, Wu Jingshan, and others, they were to guard the Sect.

All the disciples of the Emperor Immortal Sect, except those from the Alchemy Hall and the Spirit Array Palace, were present.

Everyone looked solemn, watching Zhou Zihuang and his group.

On the high platform, Jiang Jing, Wu Jingshan, Yu Wenlei, and Nie Shan were present.

Like the disciples of the Nine Peaks, the four of them also wore solemn expressions.

With Jiang Jing leading, they clasped their hands, bowed slightly, and said softly, "May your path be auspicious and prosper."

"May your path be auspicious and prosper!"

Wu Jingshan, Yu Wenlei, Nie Shan, and all the protectors, Hall Masters, and disciples of the Emperor Immortal Sect followed suit, shouting in unison.

Zhou Zihuang led Ye Xuan and others, flying towards the Wansheng Mountain Arena, without looking back.

Qiu Wenhan and Lu Chengde, at the end of the group, also did not look back.

What this trip to Wansheng Mountain Arena represented, they all understood clearly.

Was it to reclaim the past glory of the Emperor Immortal Sect?

Or to continue in decline, becoming the laughing stock of others?

No one knew the outcome, but no one would retreat.

Behind them stood the Emperor Immortal Sect.

An Immortal Sect that had once commanded respect across all heavens and lands!

"Did you tell them about the Emperor Dao Scroll?" Ye Xuan looked at Zhou Zihuang’s back, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"I did," Zhou Zihuang spoke softly.

Ye Xuan shook his head slightly, not saying anything.

In fact, he didn’t quite recommend discussing such matters.

Doing so might give the disciples false hope instead.

Without expectations, there can be no disappointment.

If there are expectations, but they are unmet, then that is a sin.

Ye Xuan retracted his thoughts, looking at the beautiful landscapes passing underfoot, feeling a stifled breath in his chest.

"Today, I will vent this out."

Ye Xuan muttered softly, his gaze gradually becoming sharp.

A quarter of an hour later.

A massive mountain peak, flanked by a hundred mountains, appeared in everyone’s sight.

There lay Wansheng Mountain.

Atop that mountain peak, a huge arena was situated, no smaller than the Lie Tian Arena of the Emperor Immortal Sect.

For this arena too was personally established by the Lie Tian Great Emperor.

Back then, the Wansheng Mountain Arena had belonged to the Emperor Immortal Sect and was specifically used for disciples from other sects to interact and exchange ideas with disciples from the Emperor Immortal Sect.

Once upon a time, this place had been hailed as the busiest arena in the East Desolation Domain, with countless cultivators visiting daily to debate or spar.

But, that was all in the past.

Nowadays, the Wansheng Mountain Arena has been abandoned, desired by none but the Emperor Immortal Sect and Lie Tian Academy.

The radiant past was due to the Lie Tian Great Emperor, and also the glory of the Emperor Immortal Sect.

Now that the Lie Tian Great Emperor is no longer, and the Emperor Immortal Sect has declined, who would care about an arena?

Boom!

Zhou Zihuang led Ye Xuan and the others, landing at the Wansheng Mountain Arena.

"Wow, is this the Wansheng Mountain Arena? It’s so huge?!" A disciple participating in the exchange conference for the first time couldn’t help but widen his eyes, overawed by the grandeur of the Wansheng Mountain Arena.

"Wansheng Mountain Arena is just like our Sect’s Lie Tian Arena; both were founded by our Great Ancestor, naturally, they are vast," explained a disciple who knew the history.

"Sect Master Zhou."

At that moment, an aged voice rang out from the other end of the arena.

A white-haired old man, dressed in a crimson robe, approached.

"Headmaster Hong," Zhou Zihuang greeted with a slight smile, returning the greeting.

The white-haired old man in the crimson robe was none other than Hong Yunlie, the Headmaster of the Lie Tian Academy.

Previously, when at the Imperial City of the Lie Tian Upper Country, this man had also appeared.

In fact, it had been his suggestion to restart the exchange conferences between Emperor Immortal Sect and Lie Tian Academy.

If not for him, the exchange conferences might have ceased to occur.

Behind Hong Yunlie, there were more than three hundred people, including two vice chancellors, while the rest were disciples of Lie Tian Academy.

Among them, eight young people stood directly behind Hong Yunlie.

All of them were princes!

A total of eight princes!

This was what the younger generation’s combat power of Lie Tian Academy looked like.

The disciples of the Emperor Immortal Sect felt their faces turn pale when they sensed the imposing demeanor of the eight individuals.

Huang Nian couldn’t help but frown slightly, "There are eight princes, not easy to deal with..."

He hadn’t expected that in the first match representing the Emperor Immortal Sect, he would face such tough nuts to crack.

"Only eight princes," Ye Xuan said mockingly.

Upon hearing this, Huang Nian’s eye twitched uncontrollably, not knowing what to say.

Only eight princes... indeed?!

That’s easy for you, the aberration, to say!

"Junior Sister Zhou."

At that moment, one of the eight princes, a young man in a white robe, smiled slightly and greeted Zhou Youwei.

"Brother Zhang." Zhou Youwei nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

This white-robed young man was Zhang Yanliang, previously the foremost among the younger generation of Lie Tian Academy, at the Sealing King Level!

Zhou Youwei had once fought against Zhang Yanliang and lost.

But Zhang Yanliang did not brutalize her.

Later, in a fight against Leng Yifan, Zhang Yanliang was suppressed.

At that time, the younger generation of Emperor Immortal Sect was almost solely upheld by Leng Yifan and Zhou Youwei.

"Junior Sister Zhou, I’ve missed you since we last parted. How has your year been?" Zhang Yanliang spoke softly, his tone gentle, hardly like an opponent.

"Same as usual," Zhou Youwei didn’t really want to talk and replied casually.

Seeing this, Zhang Yanliang smiled slightly, not saying much more, very polite.

However, although he didn’t speak, Zhang Yanliang kept glancing at Zhou Youwei.

"Falling flowers pine, flowing water is heartless..." Huang Nian couldn’t help but mutter softly upon seeing this scene.

"Big brother, that guy definitely has intentions toward the Holy Daughter, you must beat him up later," Huang Nian said to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan gave Huang Nian a sidelong glance, and said slowly, "There are many who have designs on my wife, weren’t you one of them before?"

Huang Nian was suddenly choked up and dared not say anything more.

"This man is very dangerous..." Liu Tianhao narrowed his eyes and said solemnly.

"Nonsense, he is the leader of Lie Tian Academy’s younger generation," Huang Nian said bluntly.

While they were talking, Zhou Zihuang and Hong Yunlie had already finished their exchange.

Both parties stood their ground.

On the side of Lie Tian Academy, Li Xue stood among the team, her eyes filled with bitterness looking in Ye Xuan’s direction, her heart brimming with hatred.

This past month, she had been in secluded cultivation, and had finally qualified to participate in this exchange conference.

She was now an existence in the Inscriptions Realm.

This time, she sought revenge against Ye Xuan!

It was all Ye Xuan’s fault that her father and brother had left her behind. She was determined to get her revenge.

Over the past month, Li Xue had come to realize that Ye Xuan had previously shattered He Xiao’s Daoist Platform purely by a sneak attack.

As for what happened afterward, it must have been because the Elder of Emperor Immortal Sect intervened; as for Ye Xuan himself, he was merely a cultivator at the Divine Gate Realm.

"Ye Xuan, the pain you brought me, I will repay you double this time!" Li Xue muttered darkly.

Yan Feng, noticing the change in Li Xue’s expression, placed his hand on hers, whispering softly, "Sister Xue, be careful later. Although that guy is only at the Divine Gate Realm, he might use some underhanded tricks again."

"Don’t worry, brother Feng, I understand..." Li Xue managed a smile.

"That’s good," Yan Feng nodded with a smile.

However, in his heart, Yan Feng couldn’t help but sigh.

This past month, he had continuously advised Li Xue to let go of her hatred since Ye Xuan hadn’t really caused her any physical harm, and even the Cloud Heaven Pavilion respected Ye Xuan highly, which clearly indicated his situation was not as simple as imagined.

Yet, Li Xue couldn’t relinquish her hatred, and Yan Feng, unable to persuade her otherwise, could only compromise.

While Li Xue and Yan Feng had their eyes on Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan also noticed them and others.

"This brainless woman is here again," Ye Xuan thought, shaking his head as he sensed the hatred in Li Xue’s gaze.

To him, Li Xue was utterly unappealing.

Despite having such a smart brother and father, she herself was completely foolish.

Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze and sat cross-legged in the arena, waiting for the start of the exchange conference.

The exchange conference was primarily for interaction; disciples from both sides could choose their opponents, opting either to fight or to avoid battle.

When selecting an opponent, one could only choose someone of the same realm or higher, otherwise, it would be ineffective.

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