Chapter 110: The Prodigy of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect

Earlier, Lu Ran had claimed he was just a low-ranking disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the most insignificant existence there. Yet now, Lu Ran was at the eighth layer of the Great Ascension stage! Such power was far beyond what a mere low-ranking disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect could possess.

One claimed to be a useless prince, the other a low-ranking disciple, yet both wielded terrifying strength. How were others supposed to respond to that?

Long Ruxuan understood what the others were thinking. Smiling, he said, “The reason we have advanced so rapidly and attained such power is entirely thanks to our master.”

Hearing this, the Spirit Chronicle Sovereign and the Purple Sun Sovereign began to understand. Though still somewhat amazed, their doubts were gone. These two were disciples of Elder Zhu; possessing such strength was only natural.

“If they are Elder Zhu’s top disciples, then it’s understandable!” Purple Sun said, eyes filled with an unspoken envy. Even a so-called useless person, under Elder Zhu’s guidance, could become a peerless gem in the world.

But... he was too old now. Such opportunities would never come his way! Purple Sun felt the sting of bitterness.

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Before long, the three-day deadline arrived.

The Youth Martial Tournament of the Tianwu Realm was about to begin. This contest would decide the fate of the Southern Yi resources — victory or defeat hinged on this very moment.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the Jixing Sacred Land’s gates opened, and forces from all directions flooded inside.

In the preceding days, everyone had agreed to hold the youth contest three days hence. During those days, the young elites of every sect had been intensively cultivating, each eager to reveal their true strength today.

At the outermost edge of Jixing Sacred Land, treasure ships arrived in endless succession.

The once vast and silent Jixing Sacred Land now resembled a bustling market, filled with clamorous voices.

“Xisha Kongling Temple has arrived!”

“Golden Dragon Royal Family has arrived!”

“Central State Charity Hall has arrived!”

“Ten Thousand Sword Sect has arrived!”

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Numerous factions arrived one after another.

Inside the Jixing Sacred Land, a colossal platform was erected for the youth tournament.

The arena spanned several thousand meters, constructed using the incredibly hard ironstone generously provided by the affluent Jixing Sacred Land.

Additionally, a protective formation infused with the sacred land’s energy was embedded into the iron platform, making it sturdy enough to withstand the attacks of supreme sovereigns.

Surrounding the platform were tiered stands for spectators. The various factions’ representatives were assigned seats there.

At the very center of the stands sat the sect masters, including the Spirit Chronicle Sovereign, the Purple Sun Sovereign, and others.

In the midst of them sat An Yue’er and Leng Qianxue.

Following closely were the venerable masters from Xisha, including Master Kongling and Changsun Chengluo.

“Ten Thousand Sword Sect has arrived!” a shout rang out.

Cao Renjian confidently strode forward with several elders and young disciples. His face radiated arrogance.

He even sneered coldly, glancing at Purple Sun and Spirit Chronicle Sovereign as he spoke deliberately, “I hope your useless disciples can at least hold their ground for a while and not lose too embarrassingly.”

“Nonsense!” Spirit Chronicle Sovereign scoffed coldly. “Who will win or lose is still unknown. Stop spouting nonsense!”

“Heh, no matter what, you Southern Yi won’t win!” Rufugong Sovereign stepped forward, wearing a contemptuous grin.

“I think today’s weather is perfect — looks like it’s time for the Southern Yi to change masters!”

Each of them wore expressions of assured victory.

Spirit Chronicle Sovereign and Purple Sun Sovereign showed only cold indifference in response.

“Since everyone has arrived, let’s not waste time. Let’s begin!” Rufugong Sovereign declared.

“The Youth Martial Tournament of the Tianwu Realm begins!”

With a resounding announcement, a young monk appeared atop the arena.

“I, a humble monk from Xisha, will accept the challenge. I ask my fellow cultivators for guidance,” he said.

The young monk was handsome and refined, exuding an imposing aura atop the stage.

“That’s... the first son of the Xisha Holy Buddha?” someone whispered.

The Xisha Holy Buddha had nine sons; standing atop the platform was the eldest, an immensely formidable figure.

“I heard he was kept hidden by the Kongling Temple’s masters until today. It’s a rare chance to see him here!”

“Of course. Everyone is competing for the Southern Yi’s resources today. Each sect will surely send their strongest youth.”

Voices murmured among the crowd.

“Charity Hall’s Meng Yu, Holy Monk, please show us your skill!” a crisp voice rang out.

A woman in a white dress, her face veiled, gracefully stepped onto the platform, her long sword shimmering brilliantly in her hand.

“That’s my goddess!”

“How could my goddess step forward so quickly? I wish I could marry her and cherish her forever. How could she bear to fight?”

Voices of admiration rose from the crowd below.

Facing her was Xian Chen, his calm face unreadable.

“Please,” he said plainly.

The moment his words fell, Meng Yu waved her sword, unleashing a flash of sword light spreading across the arena.

Their figures instantly blurred as they clashed.

One was a Holy Monk, the other a Holy Maiden.

Their auras transcended the mundane, their power erupting with the force of the Void Realm.

“They’re unbelievably strong!”

“So young yet such skill, it’s truly astonishing!”

“Perhaps they will become supreme beings or even immortals in the future!”

Exclamations of awe echoed throughout the stands.

The two remained steadfast on the platform, locked in fierce combat.

Back and forth, each displayed their ultimate techniques.

“Defeated,” Xian Chen said calmly.

Meng Yu’s sword dropped to the ground.

“Thank you. Meng Yu’s life is spared,” she smiled, bowed, and turned without hesitation.

The crowd erupted in applause and praise.

“Just a bunch of novices! Truly uninteresting.”

“Zhang Yujian, you’re up!” Cao Renjian sneered disdainfully.

“Let’s finish this match quickly; it’s utterly boring.”

At these words, Zhang Yujian stepped forward and landed on the arena.

He drew his sword with a flourish.

Immediately, sword energy enveloped the entire stage.

The crowd gasped in surprise.

Looking at Zhang Yujian, someone trembled and whispered, “That’s Great Ascension stage cultivation — eighth layer! This is impossible!”

“Such power is rare even among elders at the Great Ascension stage!”

“How old is this Zhang Yujian anyway?”