Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 140 - 104: Reunion with an Old Friend, Premonition and Sudden Change (Part 2)
"Hmm, we will set off in a few days. Brother Xiaofan, do you want to join Wan’Er on the journey? The ’Land of Ten Thousand Beasts’ is lively, and it’s said that disciples from the Hundred Sects Beast Peak will all be there. You will surely meet many interesting people," Shangguan Wan’Er said with excitement.
Before Ye Xiaofan could reply, Nangong Jianchen furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this, "Though the ’Land of Ten Thousand Beasts’ is not as intense and dangerous as the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ it’s not much safer. The Beast Peak sent you there to seek opportunities, not for fun. Ye Brother and I can’t go with you, so you must be extra careful."
"Why are you making it sound so serious? Besides, those senior brothers have agreed to protect me. Don’t worry, I’m the master of Beast Peak, what I say goes." Shangguan Wan’Er said, raising her soft little fist and shaking it toward Nangong Jianchen.
The two of them could only shake their heads helplessly. This girl really dares to ’defy the master,’ doesn’t she? The Peak Master of Beast Peak is still alive, when did the Beast Peak become yours to command?
However, it’s true that Shangguan Wan’Er is deeply loved by the Peak Master of Beast Peak. In just over two years, this girl has indeed been able to rally people around her within Beast Peak. Even the elders of Beast Peak are quite fond of her.
Given her extraordinary popularity, Ye Xiaofan and Nangong Jianchen were not too worried about Shangguan Wan’Er’s safety in the ’Land of Ten Thousand Beasts.’ Whoever dares to put this little girl in even the slightest danger will likely face the wrath of those senior brothers and the ’beasts’ of Beast Peak.
After a brief chat, Shangguan Wan’Er had to prepare for her journey to the ’Land of Ten Thousand Beasts,’ so she bid farewell to Ye Xiaofan and Nangong Jianchen.
Watching her graceful figure slowly fade from view.
Nangong Jianchen took a deep breath and then turned to Ye Xiaofan, suddenly saying, "Ye Brother, you must have received the task from the Sect, right?"
"Task? What task?" Ye Xiaofan frowned slightly.
Nangong Jianchen reminded him, "According to the rules of the Divine Sword Sect, the disciples of the Seventy-Two Small Peaks go to the Outer Sect once a year to explain their cultivation insights. Surely, Ye Brother hasn’t forgotten about this, right?"
"A while back, an elder did mention it. If you hadn’t brought it up, I would have almost forgotten," Ye Xiaofan replied with a wry smile.
Perhaps the Divine Sword Sect wanted to comfort the outer disciples, or maybe they truly wanted the unrivaled talents among the unrivaled talents of the Seventy-Two Small Peaks to elevate the standard of the outer sect. Every year, the Divine Sword Sect selects a group from the Seventy-Two Small Peaks to visit the outer region, and Ye Xiaofan and Nangong Jianchen are both on this year’s list.
"When are we going?" Ye Xiaofan couldn’t help but ask.
"Tomorrow at noon. The Outer Sect will start on time, and we will head over then," Nangong Jianchen said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan nodded slightly and fell silent, quietly observing the initiation ceremony on the Martial Arts Arena at Divine Sword Peak.
He didn’t know why, but recently he had been feeling restless, as if something significant was about to happen. What puzzled him even more was that Nangong Jianchen seemed to feel the same way. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
This feeling was quite acute, as if it were an innate perception of a cultivator.
As time passed, the initiation ceremony on the Martial Arts Arena gradually approached its end.
The prodigies of the Divine Sword Sect this year were clearly not comparable to those two years ago. The number of people still standing on the field was noticeably two to three tenths fewer.
Time is astonishing.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
On the next morning, the liveliest place in the entire Divine Sword Sect was undoubtedly the Outer Sect region.
Not only was it the day for the unrivaled talents from the inner sect to share their cultivation insights, but it was also the last day of the annual assessment for the outer sect disciples.
The Outer Sect region was packed to the brim.
And amid the sea of people like an ocean, four familiar figures appeared.
"I didn’t expect that after nearly two and a half years, we would finally enter the Divine Sword Sect," a young man said, gazing at the vast and boundless Divine Sect with eager excitement.
Beside him stood two other young men and a young woman.
As the four walked through the Outer Sect region of the Divine Sword Sect, they were filled with hope for the future.
But soon, one of the young men sighed, "It’s a pity. We came as eight, went through so much together, and yet only four of us remain."
The other three nodded at his words, yet their excitement was clearly more pronounced than their sorrow. Being able to cultivate in the Divine Sword Sect was a dream come true for many aspiring youth.
The four continued walking for a bit in the Outer Sect region of the Divine Sword Sect until, suddenly, someone spoke up as if remembering something.
"Right, I wonder how that young brother Ye is doing now?"
"You mean Ye Xiaofan?"
"Yes, that’s him."
Mentioning this person, waves of memories swept over the four.
Two years ago, while crossing the Forest of Sin, they traveled with a Divine Sword Sect disciple named Ye Xiaofan in a caravan.
They remembered that the ’fool’ had even used a Soul Core to pay for his travel expenses, but later they found out that he was actually a prodigy newly recruited by the Divine Sword Sect that year.
These four were none other than Qing’Er’s group. However, by the time they battled their way to the Divine Sword Sect, it had been two years since then, and of the original eight companions, only four remained.
When Qing’Er heard this, an unusual light flickered in her beautiful eyes. Those ten days or so together engraved that figure deeply into her memory; back then, they had shared the most profound conversations during their boredom.
Seeing the expression on Qing’Er’s face, the three youths frowned slightly, but one quickly spoke up.
