by Shian Jeen
“That’s right, the Wangu Clan’s first ancestor was an ancient divine beast, a qilin, hence all the Wangu Clan’s core disciples have a historical qilin’s bloodline. Furthermore, their bodies are more powerful than the common, and because their first ancestor was a qilin, their primary disciples’ comprehension of fire is extremely high!” Feng Yang emphasized.
Huwang Xiao and the others didn't expect the Wangu Clan’s first ancestor to be a fire qilin!
Feng Yang viewed Huwang Xiao, stating, “Xiao, if you come across the Wangu Clan’s core disciples in the tournament, remember not to clash too hard against them.”
Huwang Xiao nodded.
They made short work of enquiring about the tournament’s registration location and headed there first. Luckily, the registration place wasn’t far from their location; half a day later, the five of these reached the sign up square.
However, when they attained the registration square, looking at the densely packed square with countless disciples from all over the galaxies coming here to register, Huwang Xiao was beyond speechless.
There were 100 registration desks on the enormous sq ., with people lining up in one rows.
Huwang Xiao chose a seemingly shorter queue and lined up, looking forward to his change. After a rough calculation, based on the current enrollment processing speed, it might be his turn in about thirty days. But he wasn't in a hurry, as there were more than forty times left prior to the deadline.
Feng Yang, Liu Yun, Chen Yang, and Qi Wen visited wait for Huwang Xiao at the end of the square. Thirty days would pass in the blink of an eyesight for cultivators like them.
The days passed one at a time.
Soon, thirty days were gone and Huwang Xiao glanced at the collection in front of him. There were about thirty-four people remaining until it was his switch, just a few hours still left.
Right at this moment, a young man clad in blue robes and holding a short knife in his hand walked straight up to Huwang Xiao.
The son stopped before Huwang Xiao, throwing a high divine grade spirit stone at him and ordering in a haughty tone, “Give me your spot, you can leave now.”
The surrounding disciples waiting to join up considered look with anticipation for a good show.
Huwang Xiao looked at the Wangu Clan disciple in the distance who was responsible for keeping the lines orderly, noticing that he acted as if he did not notice the situation.
Seeing this, how could he not know what was happening? Clearly, that Wangu disciple had been bribed beforehand by this blue robed young man, who now took Huwang Xiao as a gentle persimmon that he could squash as he liked. Hence, he chose to snatch his place in the long range.
Huwang Xiao viewed the top divine grade spirit stone in his hands, wanting to giggle. Because he only experienced a cultivation at excellence stage late-Tenth Order God Realm, he appeared like a good choice to be bullied, thus the blue-robed son could not be blamed for targeting him.
The young man watched Huwang Xiao chuckle while holding the very best divine grade spirit stone. His forehead creased in a frown, growing impatient, “Punk, you’d better be smart and give the spot to me this instant, I’m not a patient person.”
Huwang Xiao raised his head, flashing that son a big grin, “Are we permitted to kill people inside the Aeon City?”
The blue-robed son was stunned for another, but quickly recovered. A menacing chuckle sounded from his throat, “That’s right, as long as the person isn't from the Wangu Clan and eliminating them doesn’t have a large impact, the Wangu Clan won't bother. Therefore, even easily eliminate you, the Wangu Clan won't bother to give you justice!”
Huwang Xiao grinned widened, “I’m relaxed then.”
While the blue-robed young man was perplexed by this reply, Huwang Xiao’s fist punched out without the slightest force leaking out, calm and undetectable.
When the young man reacted and found that Huwang Xiao was attacking him, he was enraged, “Punk, since you’re seeking death, I…” Before that blue robed son could finish his words, his face paled with horror. Just like he wished to retreat, it was already too late.
Huwang Xiao’s fist landed on his chest, and in the next second the son was knocked back like a broken kite. Blood was spurting madly out from his mouth and his upper body caved in, reaching his back.
The encompassing disciples waiting to register were dumbfounded by what took place in front of them.
That blue robed young man just now was a late-First Order Highgod Realm master, yet he was sent flying with an individual punch by a Tenth Order God Realm!
This overturned everything they knew and believed.
Huwang Xiao glanced in the direction of several disciples not definately not him that harbored ill-intentions, his tone of voice cold, “Anyone else wants my spot?”
The several disciples looked away, avoiding Huwang Xiao’s gaze.
The Wangu Clan disciple that was in charge of keeping order took a look at the blue-robed son sprawled on the ground and walked over with deep furrows on his brows.
Ch.841
The blue-robed young man noticed the Wangu Clan disciple responsible for keeping order approaching and he struggled to his feet with a face twisted by anger. He was fixing a venomous stare on Huwang Xiao and complained to the Wangu Clan disciple, “Brother Jinsong, this person forcefully snatched my place! He even attacked and wounded me, I implore Sibling Jinsong to revoke this person’s registration qualification!”
The disciples around who witnessed the scene earlier all shook their heads, secretly cursing this blue robed young man’s shamelessness. It was clearly him who wanted to snatch someone else’s place, yet he flipped the tables and slandered the black-haired son.
But the Wangu Clan disciple didn't make any move. Instead, he looked at the young man with contempt. He previously received ten top divine grade spirit rock from him, but then again, this short-knifed son wished to use him as a spear for a mere ten top divine quality spirit stones?
At the end of the day, each of them had only seen each other twice, there was no relationship between them whatsoever.
The Wangu Clan disciple wore a stern expression, snapping at the blue-robed young man instead, “Who the f*ck is your brother? A trash as if you, a late-First Highgod World that can’t even handle a God Realm brat, you still dare to twist the truth here?”
That blue robed son and the surrounding disciples were flabbergasted.
The young man turned red and purple, failing woefully to think of the comeback.
“Quickly scram! I’ll revoke your sign up qualification if you cause any longer trouble here!” The Wangu Clan disciple barked.
Only then did the blue-robed son scamper away.
Being barked at in public areas with a Wangu Clan disciple made the blue-robed young man feel extremely insulted, hatred was brimming in his center. Of course, he dared not hate the Wangu Clan disciple, hence all of his hate and anger was centered on Huwang Xiao.
When the young man was leaving, he looked venomously at Huwang Xiao.
The Wangu Clan disciple returned to his earlier position, seemingly ignoring Huwang Xiao.
The surrounding disciples had not expected this ending. Soon, they started to whisper amongst themselves about Huwang Xiao, this perfection stage late-Tenth Order God World who easily defeated a late-First Order Highgod Realm get good at. Even in the powerful galaxies’ prominent sects or family members, this was uncommon.
Defeating a Highgod Realm learn while still a God Realm, this kind of people were the freaks among the monstrous geniuses.
A few rows away from Huwang Xiao, two female disciples were also coating up for enrollment. At this right time, both of these were taking a look at Huwang Xiao, talking about through voice transmitting.
‘Sis, could see your face have learned some concealing technique, deliberately disguising his cultivation?’ The young woman in goose-yellow attire asked with disbelief in her firmness.
The other young woman clad
in an emerald green dress, appearing slightly mature, shook her head, ‘No, that black-haired young man is indeed a perfection stage late-Tenth Order God Realm.”
The goose-yellow dress young woman’s eyes widened in surprise, “A perfection stage late-Tenth Order God World can beat a late-First Order Highgod Realm so easily? Doesn't that mean his skill is even greater than our Senior Brother’s?”
Their Senior Brother was hailed as the most talented genius of their sect within the last hundred thousand years, rivaling their Founding Ancestor.
The emerald green dress young woman said, ‘In the vast space with countless galaxies, there will naturally be geniuses with greater talent than our Senior Brother. The Wangu Clan’s Wangu Yanhui, Zhou Clan’s Zhou Yao, Mu Clan’s Mu Qi, Fortune Gate’s Fang Chu, the Ancient Sorcerer School’s Luo Shaochen, Orthodox Yang Sect’s Lu Dongwei, Flying Roc Chamber’s Peng Xuejiao, etcetera. Every one of them possesses skill higher than our Senior Brother’s.’
The goose-yellow young woman pouted, ‘Sis, the Wangu Clan’s Wangu Yanhui’s talent might be greater than our Senior Sibling, however the others not necessarily.’
The emerald green dress young woman shook her head, not attempting to discuss the subject any further. She was still looking at Huwang Xiao, ‘Although this person’s talent is very high, it's a pity that his cultivation is too low, just a perfection peak late-Tenth Order God World. As strong as he might be, he won’t make it to the top 1000.’
Across the street from the square, in the pavilion building, two Wangu Clan Elders had witnessed Huwang Xiao sending the blue-robed son flying with one punch.
“This black-haired young man is not bad, his talent is almost at the level of our Wangu Clan’s core disciples.” Elder Wangu Shuo said, one of his hands stroking his beard as he appeared on at Huwang Xiao with interest.
The Wangu Clan had close to a hundred million disciples, and these disciples had to go through multiple assessments before they could obtain the status of a core disciple. Each and every one of them were geniuses.
Hence, the assessment he gave Huwang Xiao was a recognition.
to Wangu Shuo was the other Wangu Clan Elder, Wangu Changqing. He smiled as he replied, “Really not bad, but not necessarily comparable to our clan’s primary disciples, right? He most likely cultivated for no less than a thousand years...”
Wangu Shuo shook his mind, “I’d say around five hundred years.”
Wangu Changqing made an ‘oh’ sound, adding, “Since it’s like that, how about we make a bet?”
“Bet on what?” Wangu Shuo somewhat tilted his head.
“We’ll bet 10 billion. If his bone-age test doesn't exceed 500 years, it’s my loss; and if it exceeds five hundred years, then I win.” Wangu Changqing laughed.
Wangu Shuo hesitated. In all honesty, when he said that Huwang Xiao got cultivated for under 500 years it was only a guess, not something spoken with great self-confidence. In the end, ten billion had not been a small sum.
Wangu Changqing taunted, brightly smiling, “What? You don’t dare?”
Wangu Shuo gritted his tooth and agreed: “Fine, we’ll bet!”
With that, the two Wangu Clan Elders made just a little bet predicated on Huwang Xiao’s results, of which the individual himself was unaware.
After Huwang Xiao sent that young man flying with a single punch, it served as a great deterrence as no one dared to covet his spot anymore.
Several hours passed by quickly, and all the people before Huwang Xiao had registered and left. Finally, it was his convert.
Huwang Xiao walked up to the disciple accountable for the registration and testing the bone-age. That disciple asked Huwang Xiao for some basic information, which galaxy, what name, and so forth. Huwang Xiao answered all he wasked.
“Go stand in front of the mirror to assess your bone-age.” The Wangu Clan disciple directed at the mirror at the medial side about two meters tall and one meter wide. Simply by position before this reflection, it might accurately read a person’s bone-age.
According to the rules of the competition, so long as one did not surpass two thousand years in age and acquired reached Ninth Order God Realm cultivation, they could register their name.
Huwang Xiao went to stand in front of the mirror as instructed. Then, the reflection surface emitted a shiny light that enveloped him within, leading to a warm energy to slowly movement through Huwang Xiao’s bones.
In the pavilion building in the length, Wangu Shuo and Wangu Changqing stared at Huwang Xiao, not blinking whatsoever. They were waiting for the effect with bated breaths, especially Wangu Shuo. He was so nervous that his hands were clenched into fists.
Noticing Wangu Shuo’s nervous expression, Wangu Changqing chuckled, “Looks like you’re paying me those 10 billion, I'm sure this black-haired son is definitely more than five hundred years.”
At this moment, Wangu Shuo’s intestines were twisting from regret. Right now, he was thinking that Huwang Xiao’s bone-age couldn’t possibly be lower than 500 years, for even among their Wangu Clan’s core disciples who cultivated for five hundred years, only a handful had the power to defeat a late-First Order Highgod Realm.
In the square, the light from the mirror flickered, dissipating to reveal a line of words: Bone-age, 258.
Ch.842
Bone-age: 258.
The Wangu Clan disciple responsible for Huwang Xiao’s registration stared dumbly at the words on the mirror. It experienced almost been a year since the Highgod Advancement Tournament sign up began.
In this one year’s time, the number of disciples he had authorized reached at least ten thousand, if not more. However, those disciples that originated from various galaxies’ pushes averaged above one thousand in their bone-age. In fact, a large amount of these were fifteen hundred years old and above. Even though there have been still a few disciples whose age was below 1000, the lowest was still eight century old.
That Wangu Clan disciple had never seen a participant with bone-age below 500 years.
But this black-haired young man’s bone-age was actually below five hundred years, at 2 hundred and fifty-eight to be exact!
Some of the surrounding disciples were paying attention to Huwang Xiao. When they noticed the result, most of them were stunned agape, including the two sisters who secretly discussed about Huwang Xiao previously.
In general, one started cultivating at the age of six. Wouldn't this mean that, until today, Huwang Xiao got only been cultivating for just two hundred and fifty-two years!
Two hundred and fifty-two years!
Some super sects also had geniuses who managed to reached perfection stage late-Tenth Order God Realm with over two hundred many years of cultivation, and although small in number, such great talents did exist. However, having the ability to easily beat a late-First Order Highgod World master with significantly less than three hundred years of cultivation was unprecedented!
How monstrous was this person’s talent to be able to achieve this?!
The encompassing disciples lining up to join up were all top talents of their families or sects, but when they compared themselves with Huwang Xiao, they were reduced to pig heads!
In the pavilion building over the square, Wangu Shou who was simply sense pangs of regret earlier for agreeing to wager with Wangu Changqing was stupefied taking a look at the test result. Seconds handed before he recovered his senses, jumping to his foot. It wasn’t because of the joy of earning the bet, but from overwhelming shock.
Wangu Changqing was just like shocked, muttering in a barely audible voice, “A peerless genius has appeared in this term’s Highgod Advancement Competition!” He then converted toward Wangu Shuo, a hint of wryness in his smile, “Your judgment is more accurate than mine, you win.”
Wangu Shuo nodded absently mindedly, his gazed fixed on Huwang Xiao’s body. A light flickered in his eyes as he contemplated without saying a term.
“What is it? Are you moved? You want to receive a disciple?” Wangu
Changqing jokingly teased.
Wangu Shuo heavily shook his mind, “This sort of monstrous genius can’t be taught by us.”
Wang Changqing nodded in agreement, “Unfortunately, although this kid is a monstrous skill, his cultivation time is too brief, so he won't be able to achieve any good results in this tournament. Not forgetting his current strength, the probability of him dropping his life in the Overflowing Lightning World is as high as ninety percent.”
Wangu Shuo was feeling the same way, “You will find countless peerless geniuses in the vast space, it's a pity not many of them can grow with their maximum. It doesn’t matter how great of the talent they possess if they expire early.”
Over the square, the disciples who saw the effect erupted into an uproar.
Huwang Xiao who had been standing before the reflection for quite a long time finally asked the dumbfounded Wangu Clan disciple in charge of his enrollment, “Is it done?”
Only then did the Wangu Clan disciple regain his sense, though he sounded flustered as he hurriedly replied, “Done, done.”
He quickly took away a jade token, inscribing Huwang Xiao’s name and ‘Dark Tortoise Galaxy’ on its surface, then told Huwang Xiao to drop a little of his bloodstream on top to refine the jade token.
At the time of the tournament, he could use this jade token to get into.
Huwang Xiao poured a drop of his blood onto the jade slip and refined it on the spot. Within it was information related to the competition’s guidelines and awards, all of it entering his mind.
Huwang Xiao remaining the square with many curious gazes following him. Then located his Master Feng Yang and others at the edge of the square and still left.
There was greater than a month left before tournament day, hence they needed to find a spot to stay.
However, the process of finding a lodging made Huwang Xiao speechless. The numerous disciples from other galaxies were simply too many to count, and even though there were quite a number of inns in Aeon City, all of them were loaded full, with no possibility of squeezing out a clear room.
