Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 312 - 310: I Never Make Promises—Believe It or Not
Xu Yang’s eyes were cold as knives: "What are you so anxious about?"
The crowd was dumbfounded, the whole place in an uproar!
"He actually dares to talk to Huangfu Qing like that?"
"Out of everyone here, Huangfu Qing is hands-down number one!"
"Probably only Ning Wuyang could go toe-to-toe with him."
"No matter how strong he is, Xu Yang can’t possibly compare to Huangfu Qing!"
"This guy’s still as cocky as ever!"
Not just the crowd—even Zhou Tai, Fang Jianchen, Yie Vajra, and the rest were stunned!
After all, even they had heard Huangfu Qing’s name like thunder rolling in their ears!
To be honest with themselves, even Yie Vajra was deeply wary of Huangfu Qing!
The first titled Marquis Wu in Wuhou Hall isn’t a fluke.
To call him the strongest out of the eight, maybe someone deep down won’t accept it, but definitely wouldn’t pick a fight over it!
That’s the weight of reputation!
What does Xu Yang have going for him?
Huangfu Qing’s face was dark as iron, his voice twisted, "You little bas—"
He barely got a word out before remembering something, his expression changing instantly as he switched: "Xu Yang, you’d better pray you don’t fall into my hands!"
"Even if I do, the only one dying will be you!"
Xu Yang sneered, showing no mercy.
"All talk!" Zhou Tai frowned, his impression of Xu Yang dropping even lower, getting more convinced he was all show and no substance!
Fang Jianchen also started to doubt him deeply.
Was this guy really like the rumors say?
Ning Wuyang frowned ever so slightly.
If it weren’t for Xu Yang...
Xu Yang kept a straight face, boldly staring at the sky, completely ignoring the strange looks and chatter all around!
"Zheng Xuan, you want to win—would you even dare NOT choose me?"
At these words, the whole place was dead still—pin-drop silence!
Everyone’s pupils shrank; they could hardly breathe!
Is this guy insane?
Fang Jianchen looked like he’d seen a ghost.
First time in his life, he thought: Xu Yang must be nuts!
That’s King Beixuan, for crying out loud!
"Holy shit!"
"Here we go again! Knew it!"
Some Martial Artists who’d seen Xu Yang’s madness firsthand in Beixuan City were gasping, eyes twitching wildly.
This scene—this tone and attitude—was exactly like back then, wasn’t it?
Damn, it’s exactly the same!
No matter where this guy is, he’s a total maniac—through and through!
Yang Ziye was so shocked her mouth dropped open. The only thing she knew about Xu Yang was rumor.
She couldn’t help but tug at Ning Wuyang’s sleeve, whispering, "Mr. Ning, has Xu Yang always been like this?"
"Ahem!"
Ning Wuyang gave a dry cough, pulling a weird face: "You’ll get used to it."
Yang Ziye was silent for a moment.
But she suddenly grew wary: "Mr. Ning, don’t you go learning from him!"
Ning Wuyang’s mouth twitched, and he instinctively scooted away a little.
At once, Yang Ziye’s eyes grew mournful, and she unnoticeably edged her feet away as well.
She might look gentle, but in some matters, she’s real decisive!
Ning Wuyang’s facial muscles stiffened awkwardly—couldn’t move anymore even if he wanted to.
"He’s way too arrogant!"
"Is Daqian really unable to find a last team captain?" Zhou Tai sneered coldly.
Yie Vajra’s eyes were blazing brighter and brighter: "Interesting, very interesting!"
"Xu Yang, if there’s a chance, you and I are definitely sparring!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Others might think Xu Yang was wild and arrogant, but he just liked this sort of guy.
No skills?
I’ll beat you to death!
If you do have strength, then that’s even better.
"Hehe!"
Zheng Xuan’s voice laughed out from atop the skies.
He seemed to pay Xu Yang’s words no mind. His tone bland: "The ninth captain—Xu Yang!"
As his words landed, it was set in stone, nailed down—no turning back!
Many people looked disappointed.
"Thought he wouldn’t get picked in the end."
"Sigh!"
Xu Yang gazed at the firmament, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Now you can relax, kid," Gu Jun sighed.
"Teacher, I wasn’t trying to provoke anyone!"
Xu Yang curled his lip, not impressed. "Guo Wenzhan, Surihan, Wuo Chengfeng—all of them were killed by me. And Huang Hua too. Would Zheng Xuan not know how strong I am?"
"Putting me in last—he’s just messing with me on purpose!"
Among the nine captains, I was always gonna be there!
From Xu Yang’s point of view, this whole act had no other aim but to gross him out.
Gu Jun was dumbfounded by this.
"I really misjudged things."
He actually thought Xu Yang was worried about not getting a spot and spoke up to egg them on!
Only after Xu Yang’s words did he realize.
Whoosh!
A burst of mysterious light.
Nine tiny pieces, chessman-like, appeared out of nowhere and flew before the nine captains.
"This is the Setting Sun Chess Seal?"
Xu Yang curved his hand and grabbed it, looking it over. It was actually pretty damn cool.
The chess piece was tiny, all made from mysterious gold, and looked just like a mini blazing sun, lively and vivid. The surface pulsed with spiritual light, like true sunlight wrapping around it!
Its edges were missing a chunk—the same as if a piece was bitten from the actual sun above!
Setting Sun Chess Seal!
"This thing is no joke!"
Gu Jun’s voice was deadly solemn.
Xu Yang’s heart twitched. "Teacher, what do you mean?"
Gu Jun said with a heavy voice, "This chessboard treasure... Among True Monarch’s Supreme Treasures, this may be one of the most top-tier and unique. It blows things like the Asura Blood Book out of the water by who knows how many times!"
"Just the secrets hidden in this Chess Seal—only someone at True Monarch level might grasp even a clue!"
"Kid, if you can snatch a few of these, let me absorb just one’s mystical energy—my soul could recover a lot! If I had, say, eighty or ninety of these..." Gu Jun instinctively tried to lick his lips, but abruptly remembered he was only a remnant soul now.
"You old glutton—you want eighty or ninety of ’em? Why don’t I just feed you the whole Celestial Profound Setting Sun Chessboard?"
A cold sneer suddenly echoed in Gu Jun’s consciousness.
In the Cyan Jade Yin Yang Pendant, Gu Jun shivered, scalp tingling.
King Beixuan!
He can actually eavesdrop on me?
How is that even possible?
Gu Jun actually felt fear for the first time in forever.
"King Beixuan, you..."
"Heh, Dan Emperor!"
Gu Jun’s heart jolted yet again.
"Your origins? I, the king, know them clear as day. I won’t go on about it. Just hear this—the Celestial Profound Setting Sun Chessboard concerns Daqian’s future. It is vital. You must make sure Daqian wins. Understood?"
Zheng Xuan’s tone was cold and severe, laced with a king’s absolute aura—no questions allowed!
The scary part—just his tone made Gu Jun’s remnant soul tremble!
"How long’s it been since that brat left? Back then, he was only at Wanxiang Realm; now, his strength might be scarier than I ever was." Gu Jun couldn’t believe it.
"As compensation, after all this—I’ve saved something for you. It will restore your remnant soul to the initial True Monarch stage!"
Hearing that, Gu Jun gulped down his excitement.
"For real?"
You know, even those Setting Sun Chess Seals I was after just now—get four or five, absorb them all, that’s at most a twenty- or thirty-percent recovery!
Directly restoring to True Monarch entry-level?
The resources and spiritual objects needed—Xu Yang would have to spend years running around for that!
And that’s if he could even find any at all!
"I never make empty promises. Believe it or don’t!"
"..."
Gu Jun’s face twisted up—he felt like cursing him out!
Damn it!
Pushing me around just ’cause my state is crap, huh?
Come on, I’m old enough to be your grandpa’s grandpa’s grandpa!
This is just too damn infuriating.
Gu Jun took a deep breath, forcing down his annoyance, and said coldly, "I got it."
"Heh!"
Gu Jun made an odd laugh, then shut up again—no more ripples!
Xu Yang, the owner of the Cyan Jade Yin Yang Pendant, noticed none of this.
"Teacher? Teacher?"
Xu Yang frowned, bewildered—why’d things go quiet all of a sudden?
"Ahem, here, here! Just remembered something important just now!"
