North of the Bai Duan Mountain Range, eight million miles away, in the Great Yin Dynasty, an imposing and magnificent grand hall stood. Several figures were present.
At the top, an old man with white hair lay on a soft couch, emitting an aura of profound twilight, like an elderly person nearing the end of life. His body remained motionless, eyes lowered, silent, yet exuding unparalleled majesty that suppressed the entire hall, making everyone dare not to ignore him.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, radiating a burst of brilliance. He turned his head towards the direction of the Bai Duan Mountain Range.
"Great Luo Sword Sect!" A hoarse voice echoed as the old man clenched his five fingers, crushing a flawlessly white jade cup in his hand into powder. Simultaneously, a terrifying aura swept out.
Like a towering mountain, the pressure weighed on the shoulders of everyone in the grand hall.
"Imperial son," the old man said indifferently.
"Son is here." A middle-aged man stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
"The person who just broke through, is he the Sect Master of the Great Luo Sword Sect, Ren Qingtu?" the old man hoarsely asked.
"Imperial father sees all things clearly. Nothing can escape Imperial father's eyes," the middle-aged man said solemnly.
"Hehe." The old man chuckled coldly, and said indifferently, "Ren Qingtu is your peer. He has stepped into the Saint realm, while this God Emperor is still lingering in the Holy Lord realm."
This old man was the contemporary God Emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty. In terms of seniority, he was a whole generation higher than Ren Qingtu and Yang Qiu. Such an existence had yet to achieve the Saint realm, but he watched the younger generation surpassing him. It made him lose face.
The atmosphere in the grand hall became even heavier. No one dared to speak at this moment.
"Enough." After a moment, the old man spoke again, and said indifferently, "Imperial son, go personally to the Bai Duan Mountain Range, find out what opportunity Ren Qingtu has encountered, and bring it back! The Bai Duan Mountain Range ultimately falls within the jurisdiction of our Great Yin Dynasty. How can we allow others to come and go as they please?!"
"Son obeys!" The middle-aged man respectfully replied.
"Also," the old man slowly sat up, his eyes gleaming, like an awakened fierce tiger. Even in his twilight years, he remained formidable. He looked at his son and said in a hoarse voice, "You should practice faster. I don't have much time left."
"Son understands." The middle-aged man lowered his head. In an angle where no one could see, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.
"You may leave." The old man waved weakly.
"Yes." The middle-aged man bowed and left the grand hall.
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In the Great Wilderness City, in front of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, Li Yun and Liu Chengxue stood side by side at the gate, gazing in the direction of the Bai Duan Mountain Range. The distance was not far, and the soaring sword intent was clearly visible here, even emitting a faint holy pressure.
"It seems that your master is the one who became a Saint," Li Yun said casually.
"All of this is thanks to the guidance of senior." Liu Chengxue said respectfully, but there was a hint of joy in her brows that was hard to suppress. After all, if the master becomes a Saint, the disciples also gained face.
"It's a pity." Li Yun shook his head slightly.
"Is senior feeling sorry for Yang Qiu?" Liu Chengxue's heart skipped a beat.
Senior put forth a sing chance to become a Saint, which was sold to both her master and Yang Qiu. Now that her master had become a Saint, and the senior said it was a pity, it was clearly not a good sign.
"No." Li Yun sighed deeply, looking into the distance. He thought about how Ren Qingtu had become a Saint, naturally, the opportunity for becoming a Saint was gone, and he couldn't sell it to a third person. It was like cutting off one route to accumulate Secret Points.
Isn't it a pity?
Next time, if something like this happens again, at least he should gather more people and offer them a group discount. Yeah, an 80% discount for a group purchase! Otherwise, if every Holy Lord-level figure came one by one, even if he has many opportunities, it won't be enough.
Although Holy Lord Grade weapons were precious, but compared to the strength of a Saint, they weren't that significant.
"That's good." Liu Chengxue patted her chest, relieved. As long as it wasn't her master who offended senior, then everything else could be discussed.
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"Senior!" At this moment, a heartbreaking scream echoed from the edge of the sky. The voice arrived before the person did. When the sound hit the ground, an old man in black was already standing in front of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.
He pounded his chest and stomped his feet, and said, "Senior, someone stole my chance to become Saint!"
"Hmm?" Li Yun raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat amused at Yang Qiu.
You still have the nerve to say that? I gave you three days, and you didn't become a Saint. Is that my fault?
After checking Yang Qiu's information, Li Yun found it even more amusing. Instead of thinking about seizing opportunities after entering the formation, he was contemplating formations. If someone else plucks the peaches, who can you blame?
"Don't panic." Li Yun waved his hand casually, and said, "Fortune isn't limited to one place. If Ren Qingtu can become a Saint, so can you. It's just a matter of timing. Moreover, although you haven't become a Saint, you obtained many good things in that cave, didn't you?"
"But these things are not as valuable as becoming a Saint," Yang Qiu lamented, regretful. If he had to choose, he would give up everything just to become a Saint.
"Becoming a Saint isn't such a big deal. As long as you can afford the price, I can provide you with another opportunity!" Li Yun said with a smile.
Yang Qiu: ??
If becoming a Saint wasn't a big deal. He couldn't think of anything else in this world that would be.
Looking at the entire cultivation world, the only person who could say this was probably the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.