Supreme of the Heavenly Realm-Chapter 711 - 705: Gathering of Elites

Following Zuo Lingyun, Ye Xuan arrived at the other side of the square, where a group of disciples with quite high attractiveness were gathered. Leading them was a beautiful female disciple with bright eyes and glowing teeth, graceful like a celestial being, her aura indeed carried a hint of otherworldliness.

It went without saying, this woman, must be the Senior Sister Yin Meng.

"Lingyun, who is this beside you?"

Senior Sister Yin Meng’s gaze fell on Ye Xuan, with a trace of confusion intermingling in her eyes, as she had never seen Ye Xuan before.

"Let me introduce you to my sister, this is Junior Brother Ye Xuan. Although he is not a Saint yet, he already possesses the cultivation of one," Zuo Lingyun introduced.

"Is this the same Junior Brother Ye Xuan who obtained the ancient inheritance?" Senior Sister Yin Meng’s eyelids lifted, evidently having some knowledge of Ye Xuan.

"That’s him. Junior Brother Ye Xuan once killed an Alien Clan Saint; his strength is even greater than mine," Zuo Lingyun quickly added, afraid that Yin Meng and the others might underestimate Ye Xuan.

"Oh? Really? Just breaking through and able to kill an Alien Clan Saint? Seems like his strength is quite decent, he won’t be a burden," chimed in a handsome white-clothed young man standing by Senior Sister Yin Meng’s side, his words neither affirming nor denying.

This man’s cultivation appeared to be at the peak of First Grade Martial Saint, nearing the threshold of Second Grade Martial Saint, slightly weaker than Senior Sister Yin Meng, who had already reached the cultivation of a Second Grade Martial Saint.

"Alright, since Junior Sister Zuo insists on recommending him, then he’s naturally welcome," Senior Sister Yin Meng said indifferently.

"Then I thank Senior Sister," Ye Xuan cupped his hands in thanks. Joining a team or not was of no consequence to him; once in Martial God Mountain, he would likely not follow the team. Using many of his strategies would be inconvenient in a large group, plus the allocation of trial points was problematic—with so many people, the distribution would probably be quite troublesome.

He was accustomed to acting alone, and his personal hunting efficiency was much higher than that of a team. He was thus unwilling to decline Zuo Lingyun’s earnest offer.

The square was packed with people. In the center, disciples headed for the trials were clearly divided into several groups, not interacting with each other. Among these Saints of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, there seemed to be intense factional rivalry at play.

At this moment, in another group of disciples, a young man with a scar across his face was staring at Ye Xuan, his eyes revealing a piercing chill.

"Who is this person, and why does he look at me as if we have a vendetta?" Ye Xuan caught a glimpse of this scar-faced youth, and the latter’s gaze seemed filled with enmity, yet Ye Xuan did not recognize him at all.

"This person’s name is Dongfang Yun, just like Senior Sister Yin Meng, he is a master ranked on the Holy List, at the twenty-sixth position," Zuo Lingyun came over and said softly.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Ye Xuan was slightly stunned. Even though Dongfang Yun was so renowned and ranked on the Holy List, it seemed that he had no connection with Ye Xuan.

"He and Mu Yan are from the same Sect, both disciples of the Blood Blade Saint."

Zuo Lingyun said lightly.

"I see." Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, a glint flashing in them, "So this means he suspects me?"

"Probably. But he has no proof, and he can’t do much to you; just be extra cautious of this man once you’re in the trial lands. He’s cut from the same cloth as Mu Yan and is even more ruthless," Zuo Lingyun warned Ye Xuan.

"I understand," Ye Xuan nodded, but his heart did not harbor much dread. He was no longer the insignificant disciple who could be easily manipulated; even if this Dongfang Yun was a figure on the Holy List, he still wasn’t enough to cause him any concern.

"Junior Brother Ye," as Ye Xuan was contemplating Dongfang Yun, a hearty voice reached him. In his view, a slender man dressed in dark garments approached, his face ordinary yet strikingly familiar to Ye Xuan.

"Is that you, Brother Ling Hanye?" Ye Xuan paused briefly, then remembered. The powerful disciple he had met when he was collecting Purple Fruits was precisely this Ling Hanye.

"I said we’d meet again," Ling Hanye said, eyeing Ye Xuan with an air of disbelief and a touch of astonishment on his face. "A man must be regarded with new eyes after a mere three days apart. Junior Brother Ye’s progress is truly astonishing. I’m impressed."

He remembered that when he first met Ye Xuan, the latter was only a Sixth Grade Martial Venerable. Now, he had already broken through to the Saint Realm, and it had been less than three months.

"Brother Ling is the number seven powerhouse on the Holy List. My cultivation is hardly noteworthy enough to catch his discerning eye," Ye Xuan said with a smile and a shake of his head. Although he and Ling Hanye had only met once, Ye Xuan naturally would not ignore someone who greeted him so warmly.

Who harbors good intentions and who bears ill will, Ye Xuan could naturally distinguish.

The square was abuzz with discussions, yet as time passed and the sun climbed high, the person many disciples had been waiting for had still not appeared.

"Why hasn’t Sikong Wuji shown up for this year’s Martial God Mountain trial? Could it be that he’s not participating in this session?"

"It can’t be, Sikong Wuji is our Heavenly Martial Holy Land’s trump card. Without him, our Holy Land is bound to return empty-handed from this session’s trial."

"Yes, relying on the few other saints from the Holy List isn’t enough to bear the burden alone and compete with top disciples from other sects."

"..."

Whispers spread through the plaza as many searched for the most prominent figure amongst the Heavenly Martial Holy Land’s many disciples. Only with his arrival would they feel at ease and confident about the upcoming trial.

After all, if the Heavenly Martial Holy Land could come out on top in the trial, it would bring immense fortune. For most disciples present, this was highly advantageous.

"It seems this Sikong Wuji holds quite a high status in these disciples’ hearts," Ye Xuan overheard the fragmented discussions and couldn’t help but want to see Sikong Wuji, the standout disciple of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, and what he was like.

However, his thoughts differed from others; in this trial, Ye Xuan had no intention of relying on anyone. He planned to climb the Martial God Tower on his own strength.

Just then, at the very center of the square, an array activated. The space distorted, and ripples of disruption indicated that the Transmission Array to Martial God Mountain had been opened.

A vast and peculiar wave of energy spread throughout the square.

Many disciples felt a tinge of disappointment; without Sikong Wuji, there wasn’t much hope for the other participants from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land in this trial.

Whoosh!

At that moment, from the distant rear, a sudden sound of cutting wind rose sharply as the space twisted violently.

"Apologies for the wait, my junior brothers and sisters. How could this trial proceed without me?"

Amidst the astonished cries, a streak of light distorted the sky from afar, and finally, the figure appeared in the heavens above. The light dissipated, revealing a black-robed youth standing aloft, his presence commanding, like a hawk swooping through the air, capturing attention remarkably.

Countless gazes, filled with a mix of awe, watched the lofty figure; within this session’s disciples of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, Sikong Wuji was undoubtedly the true dominator.

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