Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Outside Myriad Arts City

Yan Zhong He said he wanted to formally take Fang Qing Yu as his disciple, and Ye Zhao Zhao still hesitated.

She already knew the Heaven Slaying Codex and the Heaven Severing Blade were two huge traps. If she officially trained in them, wouldn’t she also be overdrafting her future potential? [No way.]

Through the System, she could gather the fate of the world’s Heaven’s Chosen into herself. Her future potential would only keep increasing.

But if she practiced those two arts, no matter how much her potential grew, it would still be drained. It would also be almost impossible to reach the Integration Stage.

For Ye Zhao Zhao, who had great ambitions, that was something she could not accept.

She was thinking about how to decline when Yan Zhong He looked at her with a gentle gaze and said: “Qing Yu, you should not cultivate the Heaven Slaying Codex or the Heaven Severing Blade. These two arts are too bloodthirsty and do not match your gentle and kind nature. After you formally apprentice, I will teach you the Hell-Subduing Mantra. From then on, you will switch to this method.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Zhao Zhao’s eyes.

Yan Zhong He…

He was not telling her to train in the Heaven Slaying Codex and the Heaven Severing Blade?

[That doesn’t add up.]

She knew those two arts had problems, so she had planned to refuse.

But in Yan Zhong He’s heart, these were supposed to be two peerless manuals that could help the Tyrant Blade Sect rise again.

Yet now, he took the initiative to stop her from cultivating them.

What did that prove? [Did Yan Zhong He already know about the problems with the two arts?]

No matter what, not having to practice those two giant pits was a good thing, so Ye Zhao Zhao happily agreed.

Yan Zhong He said softly: “Go prepare. Tomorrow you will formally enter my tutelage.”

After Ye Zhao Zhao left, Yan Zhong He watched her back, a strange light in his eyes.

The power of bloodlines was sometimes a very useful thing.

There were some matters that others could not accomplish, but his blood relatives could help him reach those goals with ease.

He did not care what lay under that skin. As long as this body carried the blood of Yan Zhong He, that was enough.

The next day, Ye Zhao Zhao officially bowed to Yan Zhong He and became his youngest Disciple.

At the same time, the First Disciple under Yan Zhong He had his dantian destroyed and became useless. Yan Zhong He banished him straight to the outer sect, and before long, the man died in hardship.

Throughout the whole process, Yan Zhong He did not look at him even once.

Such cold behavior made the Disciples of the Tyrant Blade Sect feel uneasy.

Maybe to prove he was not entirely heartless, he gave some pills to Wu Ling Chuan and Cong Xin, helping both of them recover.

From then on, within the Sect Master’s Lineage, no one dared mention Ren Gu again. Wu Ling Chuan and Cong Xin stayed as respectful as before.

As for whether there were hidden currents under the surface, others could not see that for the time being.

Inside Myriad Arts City, the moment Li Shuang’s spirit entered, her Bronze Eye buzzed nonstop.

Startled, Li Shuang fumbled around and turned off the alerts. Only then did the world grow quiet.

She was puzzled.

She had spent only one day in Myriad Arts City. She had no friends and had not done anything out of line. Why were so many people looking for her?

She checked the messages.

While she had been away from Myriad Arts City, she had received over a hundred invitations.

Most were from small and mid-sized sects inviting her to join and promising all kinds of benefits.

She casually opened a letter from a Mid-tier Sect and clicked her tongue in surprise.

This sect, called the Flamewind Sect, was only a Mid-tier Sect in the Central Continent, but the offer in its invitation beat the treatment given to Personal Disciples of the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect, one of the six great sects of the Nanlan Continent, was not even as good as a Mid-tier Sect within the Central Continent.

Besides those small and mid-sized sects, two High-tier Sects also extended olive branches to Li Shuang.

But both High-tier Sect invitations required her to take entrance tests first. Her treatment would depend on the results. She could not join directly.

In the Central Continent, there were also Super Sects that stood above large sects.

None of those Super Sects sent her any message.

Seeing all this, Li Shuang understood.

In the Central Continent, the talent she had shown was equal to a Mid-tier Sect’s Heaven’s Chosen, or about the level of an ordinary Elite Disciple in a High-tier Sect.

As for the Super Sects, she still had not caught their eye.

She did not feel discouraged.

Her cultivation path had only just begun. [Having countless geniuses ahead to surpass actually feels pretty good.]

She replied to those sects, saying she already had a sect and thanking them for their kindness.

Then she opened the task list.

Back then, the Guard had told her that the requirement to enter the Soul Prison was at least three lines on the Soul Golden Core.

But her situation was different.

After cultivating the Rebirth Art, she no longer had a Soul Golden Core. In its place was a Soul Lotus.

Still, Li Shuang knew herself best. The Soul Lotus was much stronger than a Soul Golden Core.

She definitely met the minimum standard for the Soul Prison.

[Time to go outside and see it for myself.]

She had long been curious about the vast world beyond Myriad Arts City.

For her first time out, she did not dare take difficult tasks.

She just wanted to pick a few beginner tasks to test the waters.

As she was choosing, she heard a few people nearby talking. At first she only listened casually, but then she grew more focused as one man said: “In two years, the Golden Soul Altar will open again. I wonder how many levels I can reach this time.”

Another sighed and said: “I don’t even think about that. I might not even qualify.”

A third said: “By past standards, to compete at the Golden Soul Altar you need to earn thirty thousand Soul Points within seven years. I’m just a little short. I should be able to take part.”

Someone groaned to Brother Lin and said: “You’re the lucky one, Brother Lin. I risked chasing a Sixth Tier Soul Beast last time. I failed and hurt my own Spirit Body. I don’t dare leave the city again. This time… I can only miss it.”

A companion tried to comfort him and said: “Missing it is fine. In the end, the Golden Soul Altar is the battlefield for people on the Genius Ranking. I’d just go join the crowd anyway.”

Another added and said: “True. The strongest this time is probably still You Lan. Of the top ten on the Genius Ranking, eight are Righteous Path Disciples. Yet You Lan alone suppresses the whole list. Even many Righteous Path geniuses look dim beside her.”

Someone else pushed back and said: “Not necessarily. Everyone on the Genius Ranking is hard to deal with. After seven years of tempering, who knows what trump cards they’ve gained.”

Li Shuang listened quietly, and a name appeared in her mind: [Golden Soul Altar.]

What was it? Based on their talk, the Golden Soul Altar was very important, but the contenders were mainly young Disciples. Veteran powerhouses did not join.