Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 450 - 435: Inquiry

High Tower City.

Cangfie Blue and the entire family of wizards gathered under the square, incredulously gazing at the brand-new ranking on the Ancient Spirit Road.

First place, Zhou Tianjihan.

Second place, Cyan Flame.

"Patriarch, according to your calculations, Zhou Leng schemed against Xiao Yan, maybe even silencing him to cover it up, which is why you called us here. Then, Zhou Leng led Xiao Yan to the second place?"

"Big brother, although I’m not very smart, how does this not seem right to me?"

"If someone deceived me and got me to second place on the Ancient Spirit Road, I don’t mean to brag, but I’d let them deceive me for a lifetime."

Cangfie Blue was expressionless, his mind a blank.

How could this be?

A Martial Artist, how could they be first?

How could Xiao Yan be second?

Being placed second, there was no longer a need to exhaust all resources to arrange for someone to study in a branch of the Three High Towers for three years; instead, the Three High Towers actively recruited people.

Official member.

Cangfie Blue stood dazed for a long time, sighed, and said, "We can’t understand the world of young people anymore."

"We young people can’t understand it either." Some of Cyan Flame’s brothers and sisters were also at a loss.

"I estimate that the whole world’s legends and demigods can’t understand this now either."

Ice and Snow Temple.

In a side hall, everyone fell into a lengthy silence.

As Zhou Leng’s ranking continued to rise, all the members of the temple came rushing in, blocking the door completely.

Anyone not at the Innate level had no qualification to enter at all.

Frosty Hand, one of the masters presiding over the regular affairs of the Ice Snow Divine Sect, could now only sit in the second row.

In the first row sat several demigods draped in crimson mage robes.

Everyone was silently gazing at the light screen at the front of the side hall.

First, Zhou Tianjihan.

Second, Cyan Flame.

The silence this time was so long, it was like a failed marriage.

"What exactly did Zhou Leng do?" a Demigod Demon Spirit Master broke the silence, like a third party in an affair.

No one answered.

"Only god knows," a legend murmured softly.

"What do you think the Three High Towers will do?"

"Zhou Leng is one of our Ice and Snow Temple’s people!"

"Let’s go, to the Great Demon Spirit Tower."

"Go!"

Five demigods at the front, dozens of legends behind, and the rest of the demon spirit masters followed at the back, entering the teleportation array in a grand procession.

A flash of light, and Zhou Leng found himself appearing in a hall.

Then, a series of light flashes in the hall transported everyone from the Ancient Spirit Road to the same place.

Almost the instant those people appeared, a white light swept past.

Before the others could even react, Zhou Leng was whisked away by a new white light.

The crowd exchanged glances.

Those who were unconscious or injured had disappeared; the people present were all those who had remained conscious on the Path of Will.

Cyan Flame, already healed, had also been transported here.

They raised their heads in unison, looking at the light screen on the far wall of the hall.

On it, the final rankings were displayed.

First place, Zhou Tianjihan.

Second place, Cyan Flame.

Third place, Light of Mountains and Seas.

Fourth place...

"Human Martial Artist cheating!"

The demon spirit master’s heart shattered at fifth place; the rewards between fifth and third were entirely different tiers.

"Fourth and fifth should have been second and third!" the demon spirit master ranked fourth growled.

Light of Mountains and Seas remained silent, thinking there’s no such thing as ’should have been.’

"Let’s find the masters and overturn this ranking before the award ceremony!"

"Yes, once the rankings are confirmed, there’s nothing we can do to change the rewards."

"All aspiring individuals of the Three High Towers, join us in reporting Zhou Leng and Cyan Flame, report them for cheating."

"The glory belongs to the Three High Towers, the first place too!"

Some demon spirit masters of the Three High Towers angrily marched out.

"Light of Mountains and Seas, why aren’t you going? Is it because you got third and didn’t suffer a loss?"

Light of the Deep Sea remained silent.

"Coward!"

Subsequently, some demon spirit masters from the Three High Towers looked at Cyan Flame.

Most didn’t say anything because being ranked second, Cyan Flame would surely be recruited into the Three High Towers.

But one demon spirit master angrily said, "Cyan Flame, you promised not to compete for the top three, yet you broke your promise and violated the magical oath; aren’t you afraid of magical backlash?"

Cyan Flame retorted, "Zhou Leng carried me to second place, what does it have to do with me?"

"You..."

They recalled that when Zhou Leng carried Cyan Flame away, the crowd used the oath to obstruct, and Zhou Leng had said something similar.

Nearly half of the demon spirit masters left in anger, going to report.

The Eye of the Spirit Hall and the Spirit Hall’s Book exchanged a glance and gently shook their heads, not intending to go.

Song of Long Wind, who had bought the Heart of the Zhou Leng, hesitated for a long time but decided to give up.

He made it into the top ten, and the top three originally had nothing to do with him, there was no need to offend such a fierce Martial Artist.

If we encounter each other on the great battlefield, there’s still a chance to survive, instead of being killed with one punch.

Great Deep Court.

The core of the Great Demon Spirit Tower, the highest organization of demigod demon spirit masters.

Zhou Leng was standing in the circular area, looking around.

Right in front, on tiered seats, were demigod demon spirit masters wearing crimson magic robes.

Their eyes shone with magic power, and each eye seemed like a spotlight, bright and dazzling.

Just by sitting there, they created an endless spiritual storm, with power surging.

Zhou Leng glanced once and felt dizzy and had to look away.

Hundreds of demigods sat in various places, with only a dozen being corporeal, and the others were semi-transparent projections.

"Greetings to the esteemed demigods," Zhou Leng kept calm.

"You are a human martial artist, named Zhou Leng?" an elderly man asked.

"Yes."

"Why did you enter the Demon Spirit World?"

"Firstly, to join the Ice Snow Divine Sect, and secondly, to help the Cyan Flame cross the Ancient Spirit Road."

"Where did you obtain your Ancient Spirit Bird Token?"

Zhou Leng suspected on the road that he had the Ancient Spirit Bird Token, perhaps it was taken upon entry, as he hadn’t seen it.

"If nothing goes wrong, it was obtained from the Ice Snow Divine Sect. Because that day I was drunk, with blurry memories," Zhou Leng replied.

"Was this trip planned, or a coincidental accident?"

"This is my first time in the Demon Spirit World, my understanding of it is minimal. All of this is absolutely coincidental; the power and mystery of the Demon Spirit World are not something an ordinary martial artist like me can plan," Zhou Leng replied.

"Why is your martial arts will so strong?"

"Last year, I got poisoned and sick, but instead, I settled down to think and study martial arts, turning misfortune into a blessing, making some achievements. And what helped me achieve this was the ’Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun,’ which led to me receiving the spiritual inheritance of Saint Zhao in the Ninth Palace of the Path of Suppression, furthering my martial arts will."

Demigod demon spirit masters exchanged glances.

This explanation was similar to many people’s guesses.

Demon spirit masters and martial artists are ultimately different, demon spirit masters find it difficult to understand Zhao Dongjun’s martial arts will.

Most demigod demon spirit masters relaxed.

Most of them were captivated by Zhao Dongjun’s charm, with some having personal ties, some even very deep.

Zhou Leng is a member of the Ice Snow Divine Sect, and also a Snowborn and Dancer of Light.

Both publicly and privately, they were worth caring for.

They also discovered that Zhou Leng had roamed the Ten Realms, holding significant credentials among the Dwarf, Giant, and Tree-man Races.

"After completing the Tenth Palace and entering the Dimensional Path, what happened?"

Zhou Leng was about to answer, thought for a moment, and said helplessly, "I don’t dare say much about what happened inside because it involves high-level civilization inheritance. I can only say it seemed like a simulated starry sky, and I stayed for only a short time before leaving."

Some demigods nodded lightly; this aligned with their speculations.

"Then, how did you obtain the Divine Text Magic Book?"

A gust of wind blew, and the Divine Text Magic Book from the magic spirit bag flew into the air.

The eyes of demigod demon spirit masters were bright, and powerful spiritual power surged within the Great Deep Court.

Zhou Leng bowed his head to avoid looking.

The spiritual pressure like waves in front was stronger than in the Tenth Palace.

"Indeed."

"The content is more profound than the last volume."

"It’s a pity the last volume wasn’t fully deciphered..."

Zhou Leng listened quietly to the demigods’ discussions, finding they were similar to the Blue Star Martial Saint.

Even the Blue Star Martial Saint could not decipher the Divine Text, but could sense different martial arts from the implications of the Divine Text.

Then, this martial arts inheritance could be passed on to martial artists.

"Answer the previous question," a demigod said.

Zhou Leng thought for a moment, then said, "I have exceptional talent in the path of the Divine Text. Fortunately, I’ve come into contact with a lot of Divine Text and knowledge during the trials of both the Ancient King of the Dwarf Race and the Ancient River of my Human Race, elevating my skill in the Divine Text."

"Possibly due to my great luck, through guesswork and luck, I completed the examination and obtained the Divine Text Book."

"Luck?"

None of the demigods believed it.

Every demigod here is considered lucky.

Luck is important but not the most critical factor in advancing to demigod.

Every demigod has put forth great effort, learning endless knowledge, mastering immense power.

"Demon Spirit World has existed for eons, and countless demon spirit masters have entered the Ancient Spirit Road, are they not as lucky as you?"

Zhou Leng said, "Those luckier than me are not as skilled in the Divine Text. Those more skilled than me are not as lucky. Those who surpass me in both cannot enter the Ancient Spirit Road."

The demigod demon spirit masters paid no attention to Zhou Leng’s humorous remarks.

"So you’re saying you obtained the Divine Text Magic Book by passing the high-level civilization exam?"

"Yes."

"Can you recount the examination process?"

"Do you think high-level civilization allows leaks?" Zhou Leng asked politely.

No one answered.

Some parts of the Ancient Spirit Road belonged to the high-level civilization trials, where even demigods weren’t sure.

Everyone knew Zhou Leng had hidden something, but which demigod isn’t full of secrets?

Some demigods exchanged glances.

Now, two points were most important to them.

First, they have already obtained the Divine Text Magic Book.

Second, to keep this martial artist, preferably forever within the Demon Spirit World.

Leaks are secondary; the main reason is that Zhou Leng’s displayed proficiency and potential in the Divine Text could greatly aid in demon spirit research.

Talent like this should be put to its fullest use.

As for the trivial, superficial interests, such as not getting first place in the Three High Towers or the embarrassment of the Demon Spirit World losing first place to a martial artist, such considerations are not at all within the demigods’ concern.

While the demigods were communicating, Zhou Leng reviewed the demigod demon spirit masters’ questions and discovered a key point.