Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 26: Making a Name in Star Moon City, an Unexpected Visit
Dugu Nan finished speaking, raising his hand slightly with his fingers slightly spread.
Suddenly, over a hundred ancient swords trembled wildly, emitting waves of sword intent. The sound of sword singing echoed throughout the Martial Arts Arena, even causing countless cultivators’ swords to seem as if summoned, showing a tendency to fly out of their hands.
At a certain moment, within the circle of swords surrounding the master and disciple, with a ’clang’, an ancient sword instantly flew into Dugu Nan’s hand, emitting waves of sword hums.
"This sword is named Luoyu, it was the one I used in my youth. Today, I will gift it to you as a greeting gift."
Dugu Nan finished speaking, and several items appeared in his hand: "This is a space ring containing some cultivation resources, enough for you to touch the Profound Sea Shackles. This is a set of Heart Method and Sword Technique. You must practice these diligently, and when you arrive at the Divine Sword Sect, I will personally test you."
"Master, aren’t you returning to the Divine Sword Sect with your disciple?" Ye Xiaofan asked somewhat puzzled.
Dugu Nan smiled faintly upon hearing this: "Having become my disciple, you are naturally a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect and must adhere to the sect’s rules. Mu Yan will tell you what to do. I will wait for you at the Divine Sword Sect."
After finishing, Dugu Nan waved his hand, and countless ancient swords rose like a tide, quickly retreating into his sleeve, transforming into a long rainbow that soared into the sky and disappeared under the gaze of the crowd.
Ye Xiaofan stood on the stage, holding the Luoyu Sword, a space ring, and a set of Heart Method and Sword Technique in his hands, staring blankly at the place where Dugu Nan disappeared, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Even now, he couldn’t believe it. A month ago, he was still a discarded wastrel, and just a month later, he had entered the renowned Divine Sword Sect and become a disciple of the First Generation Sword Saint.
Not only was Ye Xiaofan incredulous, but so were hundreds of thousands of cultivators, including Ye Wuyuan, Ye Xiaotian, Ye Xiaojiang, Nangong Jianchen, Shangguan Wan’Er, Ye Xiaoyue, and all the members of the Ye Race.
In the crowd.
Ye Xiaotian breathed heavily, staring fiercely at Ye Xiaofan on the stage, his fists unconsciously clenching, nails digging into his palms without him realizing it.
The look he now gave Ye Xiaofan was no longer one of dismissiveness, contempt, indifference, superiority, or indifference, but one of immense hatred.
"Why? Why is it you? I am the one who should have been accepted by the Sword Saint as a genius of Sword Dao. My Martial Soul is the most compatible with the Sword Saint. What right do you have to compete with me? What right?"
"It’s you, all because of you. You took the opportunity that should have been mine. Without you, the Sword Saint would have definitely taken me as a disciple. It’s you, all because of you!"
Ye Xiaotian murmured to himself, stepping back step by step, full of resentment and disappointment, overwhelmed with hatred.
Ye Wuyuan and the elders of the Ye Race nearly collapsed to the ground, regretting their actions.
"Leader, maybe we still have a chance. Xiaofan is naturally weak. If we feign civility and leverage our blood ties, perhaps we can still salvage this," suggested an elder of the Ye Race.
However, someone shook their head with a look of desolation: "The child is not naturally weak; he was just small and frail, able to endure what ordinary people could not. After what we did to him, who wouldn’t feel disheartened? Let alone him."
These words left the members of the Ye Race filled with regret. It was their decision that drove away a peerless talent rarely seen in hundreds of years, and the loss from this decision was incalculable.
Ye Wuyuan even wished he could slap himself right then and there; it was he who brought about this result.
On the eastern spectator stand.
Nangong Jianchen looked at Ye Xiaofan on the stage and finally realized the terrifying nature of that young man.
Previously, his flattering words only served as diplomatic niceties, and although he praised Ye Xiaofan’s talent as no less than his own, deep down, he still didn’t believe that Ye Xiaofan could surpass him.
But at this moment, Nangong Jianchen even began to doubt himself. Could he really compare to the person on the stage?
As for Nangong Linyun, as the head of the Nangong Mansion, he had always prided himself on his son’s talent, believing that no one in Star Moon City could truly surpass his son. However, at this moment, Nangong Linyun found himself sharing the same feeling as Nangong Jianchen.
Shangguan Wan’Er’s pretty face was filled with astonishment. No one had anticipated that Ye Xiaofan would finally gain the appreciation of the First Generation Sword Saint.
This is not only a world that respects strength but also one that values background and status. If Ye Xiaofan was once a lowly son of a rural family, not even being in the same world as them,
then his current status is far more terrifying than anyone present. As the sole inheritor of the Sword Saint, just those four words are enough to shock the entire Nanming Country.
After a brief pause, Ye Xiaofan slowly descended from the stage amidst countless eyes watching him, disappearing from the sight of the masses.
Below the stage, the sister and brother embraced tightly, Ye Xiaoyue bursting into tears of joy, holding her brother with great force.
Ye Xiaofan’s participation in the competition had come to an end, though the shock it brought did not fade. After today, the name Ye Xiaofan was destined to echo throughout Star Moon City, becoming known to many more people.
Following Ye Xiaofan, the competition was nearing its conclusion, with only the final match between Nangong Jianchen and Shangguan Wan’Er remaining.
However, both considered the competition a mere formality, with neither expending full effort. With Ye Xiaofan setting a precedent, regardless of how extraordinary they might be, it appeared difficult to stir as many waves.
Yet, Shangguan Wan’Er made a startling decision that shook the entire arena. The strong-willed prodigy chose not to join Yunlan Sect as dictated by her clan leaders and elders, but instead opted to enter the Divine Sword Sect alongside Nangong Jianchen.
This nearly made Mu Yan of the Divine Sword Sect smile uncontrollably, while the elders of Yunlan Sect looked grim, nearly coming to a break with Shangguan Mansion, though Divine Sword Sect intervened.
In the end, among the four peerless talents of Star Moon City, the Divine Sword Sect secured three: Nangong Jianchen, Shangguan Wan’Er, and Ye Xiaofan under Dugu Nan’s tutelage, while Li Yang Sect obtained Xiao Yan. Below these four, most of the other talents were divided among the Three Divine Sects and over ten first-class sects.
Before long,
time slowly passed by.
As night fell, outside Ye Xiaofan siblings’ residence, in front of the desolate grass hut.
"Xiaofan has just finished the tournament and is really exhausted, unable to meet with everyone. I must beg your pardon and ask you to leave, please."
The once-unnoticed desolate grass hut was now constantly visited, with countless people coming to pay their respects, the numbers unending.
Ye Xiaoyue sent off batch after batch of visitors, long exhausted, and it wasn’t until late into the night that she could finally take a breath.
As Ye Xiaoyue sent off the last batch of visitors and was about to turn and relax,
"Sister Xiaoyue."
A breathtakingly pleasant voice suddenly arose from behind, causing Ye Xiaoyue to turn around.
In the distance stood a beautiful silhouette, enchanting to the point of suffocation, waving at her energetically.
Beside the figure in snow-white clothing stood an equally extraordinary young man, handsome and elegant, with an air of being both refined yet unfathomable.
Ye Xiaoyue was taken aback, as the arrival of these two seemed utterly unbelievable and unexpected.
The visitors were none other than Nangong Jianchen and Shangguan Wan’Er. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Their arrival genuinely surprised Ye Xiaoyue: "Young lady Ye Xiaoyue greets Young Master Nangong and Miss Shangguan."
Ye Xiaoyue bowed slightly to them. One was the Young Mansion Master of Nangong Mansion, and the other was the cherished daughter of the City Lord—both were peerless talents rarely seen in centuries, whether in terms of status or talent, they were beings far beyond reach.
However, Ye Xiaoyue’s bow left Nangong Jianchen at a loss, prompting him to immediately return the gesture: "Miss Xiaoyue, please do not. Five years ago, you were the champion of the competition, with talent no less than ours. If it weren’t for taking care of your younger brother, you would have already been a prodigy of the highest order. What merit do we possess to deserve such respect from you?"
After Nangong Jianchen finished speaking, Shangguan Wan’Er looked at Ye Xiaoyue in disbelief, stunned.
"Brother Nangong, did you just say that Sister Xiaoyue...she is...?"
