The Prodigies War-Chapter 2689 Declaration of War

She was Qi Tingzi, a Nirvana Spirit expert of Immortal Giant Qi Clan! Dressed in black with snow-white hair, she looked like a beautiful young woman, but in reality, she was an ancient fossil who had been cultivating for tens of thousands of years. The moment she spoke, many looked over.

Jun Huan raised her brows, about to say something when Lin Xun took out the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron and gently tapped its surface. Immediately, a muffled groan rang from inside the cauldron.

“Lin Xun, if you have the balls, just kill me instead of keeping me imprisoned here and humiliating me with despicable means!” The voice of a woman, filled with frost and hatred, came out from the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron and resounded throughout the venue.

Qi Tingzi and the clansmen around her instantly paled. One of them exclaimed, “It's Lingyun!”

Lin Xun leisurely said, “That's right, it's Qi Lingyun. She became my prey way back in the Ruins of the God, and I haven't been able to bring myself to kill her.”

The crowd grew even more restless as they gawked in disbelief, never imagining that Lin Xun would start out with such a domineering stance. He had even taken hostage Qi Lingyun, the daughter of the Qi Clan’s leader!

Qi Tingzi's expression had turned extremely unsightly, murderous intent flashing in her eyes, “Let Lingyun go, and I promise that my clan won't target you during this successor selection.”

Her voice was sharp and piercing like a cold blade. Many felt a stinging pain in their very soul from just hearing it, and their expressions grew serious.

“You wish.” Lin Xun, to everyone’s surprise, casually grabbed Qi Lingyun out of his sword cauldron and tossed her to Jun Huan. “She’s all yours, Senior Sister. Whenever you're in a bad mood, just take it out on her.”

Jun Huan smiled sweetly, “I just knew you love me the most, Little Junior Brother.”

“You...!” Qi Tingzi and her group were so angry their faces turned livid. If this wasn't in front of Absolute Sunder Sword Palace, they would have attacked long ago.

“Fellow cultivators, don't get riled up. No one can commit violence here. As rampant as these Fangchun Mountain remnants are, they wouldn't dare kill Qi Lingyun,” stated an Immortal standing next to the Pixiu.

This Nirvana Spirit expert of the Zhongli Clan looked like a young man. Clad in a green robe, he stood on a cloud with his hands crossed behind his back. His eyes were filled with a majesty as deep as the sea.

He was Zhongli Chong, an old monster who had attained the Nirvana Spirit Realm countless moons ago!

He continued in that same indifferent voice. “It's also quite easy to save Miss Qi Lingyun. Lin Xun will undoubtedly fail in the Origin Sect’s selection, so he and Jun Huan will have to leave Absolute Sunder City. When they do, we can suppress them together.”

His voice rattled the whole field as he calmly but directly declared Lin Xun's defeat. Such an attitude was undoubtedly overbearing and fear-inducing.

“I guess that's the optimal solution,” said Qi Tingzi.

“Ah, I suddenly feel a little unhappy.” Jun Huan raised her hand and slapped Qi Lingyun across the face. The latter's fair cheek immediately became swollen and red.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the air and was heard clearly by everyone present. Zhongli Chong frowned slightly.

“Jun Huan, you have a death wish!” an enraged Qi Tingzi ground her teeth.

Jun Huan put on a winsome smile, “If I may be blunt, someone like you, I would take your life within three sword strikes in a one-on-one. What a pity I can't do that here, so this little prey will have to bear my anger for now.”

Pa!

Jun Huan slapped Qi Lingyun again as soon as she finished speaking.

Being humiliated and trampled in front of so many people, Qi Lingyun was on the verge of losing her mind. She screamed desperately, but no sound came out—clearly silenced by Jun Huan.

“Abhorrent! Is this how you people from Fangchun Mountain act? Don't you fear the ridicule of the world?” said a towering man in the Mu Clan's party with sharp, scruffy hair and beard. His heavy voice resonated like thunder, causing many cultivators' eardrums to buzz and stars to dance before their eyes.

It was Mu Cangjia, an old Nirvana Spirit monster from the Mu Clan!

“You, who are all from immortal giants of the Eighth Heaven Domain, team up to threaten us...but somehow you don't find that shameless,” said Jun Huan calmly. “No need for further argument because we all know what will happen next. I'll watch the selection intently and see if all of you combined can withstand the might of my junior brother!”

This was a declaration of war against all the factions present who harbored hostility toward Fangchun Mountain. One of unparalleled domineeringness!

The top powers of the Seventh and Eighth Heaven Domains, as well as many cultivators from all over the world, were gathered there. At this moment, every single one of them was shaken by Jun Huan's declaration.

Three years ago, the world already knew that so long as Lin Xun dared to show up in the Origin Sect Ancestral Court's successor selection, he was destined to face countless dangers. What was currently transpiring certainly confirmed it.

However, no one had expected his party to declare war at this kind of juncture! What kind of courage and confidence would it take to utter such words?

“Very well! I'd like to see who will emerge victorious from this competition!” said Donghuang Qiong icily.

“After so long, Fangchun Mountain still hasn't given up on its arrogant and overbearing ways. Let this be an opportunity for the whole world to witness how you remnants meet your end!” Qi Tingzi's ruthless voice didn’t hide her killing intent in the slightest.

The frost on the faces of those like Zhongli Chong and Mu Cangjia also showed that they already deemed Lin Xun and Jun Huan to be dead meat. The surrounding spectators trembled again.

The four Immortal Giants had all revealed their seething killing intent. On top of that, other enemy forces of Fangchun Mountain, such as the Donghuang’s Four Clans and the Zhuang Clan, would definitely not stand idly by.

Under such circumstances, how could Lin Xun hope to enter the Origin Sect Ancestral Court?

Despite that, Jun Huan acted as if nothing was wrong, gently patting Lin Xun on the shoulder, “Junior Brother, go register in Absolute Sunder Sword Palace.”

Lin Xun instantly moved. He walked straight into the empty training ground toward the palace at the end of it. His tall and refined figure became the focal point.

Everyone wore different expressions: some felt bad and pitied him, some took pleasure in his misfortune, some exuded undisguised murderous intent...

Lin Xun remained expressionless like he was oblivious to it all until he entered Absolute Sunder Sword Palace.

In the spacious hall, there were only four individuals standing. The leader wore a wide-sleeved hemp robe over his tall and slender figure. His gray hair was tied into a Buddhist bun. His gaunt features bore the marks of time, and his eyes emanated an air of tranquility and detachment.

Upon seeing Lin Xun, he spoke, his voice resonant like the tolling of morning bells, “I am Fang Daoping, Deputy Pavilion Master of Origin Clarity Pavilion. I will be overseeing this selection.”

“It’s an honor, Senior. I am Lin Xun,” Lin Xun bowed with a clasped fist. He had heard that Fang Daoping was one who was unconcerned with worldly desire and held great prestige within Origin Clarity Pavilion.

Fang Daoping nodded, “The participants, regardless of their background or identity, must follow the rules of our Origin Sect. Do you understand?”

Lin Xun solemnly replied, “I understand.”

Fang Daoping gestured to the three people beside him, “They are Elder Donghuang Qing, Elder Xiao Wenyuan, and Elder Li Zhen. The selection has three stages, and the three of them will each be responsible for one stage.”

“Greetings, Seniors,” Lin Xun cupped his fist, registering their appearance as he spoke.

Xiao Wenyuan had the appearance of a young man. He wore a blue outfit and a square headscarf, and his hand was holding a snow-white jade scepter. His lips curled in a slight smile, he radiated an otherworldly, scholarly aura.

He gave Lin Xun a slight nod, “Your reputation has preceded you.”

Li Zhen had a sturdy frame, bronze-colored skin, disheveled hair and beard, and an unmistakable aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness.

As he returned Lin Xun's bow, he said in a deep, resonant voice, “Remember what Deputy Pavilion Master Fang said: in the Origin Sect, everyone must follow the rules!”

Donghuang Qing was dressed in a violet robe. He had narrow cheeks and deep-set eyes that gleamed with a piercing light.

After taking a moment to assess Lin Xun, he smiled faintly but meaningfully, “Lin Xun, Lin Daoyuan. I've heard your name more than once, and now I finally get to meet you in person.”

He acted normal, showing not a hint of hostility.

Lin Xun remained composed, giving no emotional reaction. He wasn't stupid enough to provoke Donghuang Qing, an Immortal with great power and influence in this territory.

“Lin Xun, imprint a thread of your willpower on this nameplate and keep it safe. This will be your participation credential in the selection,” Fang Daoping took out a nameplate and handed it to Lin Xun.

Lin Xun did as instructed.

“Follow me,” said a smiling Xiao Wenyuan.

Upon arriving in this city, Lin Xun had learned that the successor selection would have three rounds.

The first round would take place in a secret realm called the Absolute Sunder Battlefield, where all the Emperor Ancestor participants would be competitors. The requirement to pass was defeating three opponents. The chief examiner of the first round was Xiao Wenyuan.

Following him, Lin Xun went up a series of floors until they reached the highest point of Absolute Sunder Sword Palace, which was the ‘sword tip.’

Here, there was a platform floating among the clouds. The magnificent sight of the billions of stars spreading across the sky was displayed in full when one stood on it. On one side of the platform, there was a vortex portal.

“Take this slip. Once the round begins, it will show the information of all the participants.” Xiao Wenyuan handed Lin Xun a golden jade slip and pointed at the portal. “Go through it to reach Absolute Sunder Battlefield. The first round will begin in two days, lasting a month. If you fail to meet the requirement within this timeframe, you will be eliminated.”

Lin Xun nodded, “Thank you for your guidance, Senior.”

Xiao Wenyuan smiled and waved his hand, “Go ahead and familiarize yourself with the conditions of Absolute Sunder Battlefield.”

Lin Xun immediately walked toward the vortex portal on the cloud platform. As a spatial ripple swept through him, his figure vanished.

Xiao Wenyuan muttered to himself, “Lin Xun, oh, Lin Xun, do you know that your arrival caused quite a stir in the Origin Sect Ancestral Court? If you are eliminated from the selection, then there will be nothing interesting to watch... Although I don't see much of a possibility of your success, I do hope that a miracle will happen...”

He then smiled, shook his head, and turned to leave.