Chapter 361
“Sorry for my abruptness.”
Seeing this, Zhang Qingzheng looked apologetic and quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, that bull demon has already set its sights on the Xuantian Holy Land, which is the strongest human power in the Central Region, with the mysterious Senior Ye stationed there. Who do you think will come out on top between them?”
Recently, Bull Dominator’s threat to the Xuantian Holy Land had become the hottest topic in the Central Region.
Everyone wanted to know how that supposedly god-like Senior Ye would handle Bull Dominator, who was at the level of an Immortal Emperor.
If the Xuantian Holy Land really sent someone to negotiate, it would be clear who was stronger and who was weaker.
After that, the entire Central Region would be under the dominance of the demon race!
This was a scenario that none of them, as members of the Human Race, wanted to see!
Upon hearing this,
the Green Lotus Sword Immortal’s eyes flashed with a glint, and after a long contemplation, he said, “In my day, I roamed the Kunlun Realm and met many Immortal Emperors, but I have never heard of an Immortal Emperor with the surname Ye. As for many of you speculating that his past identity was likely an Immortal Sovereign, I remain skeptical about that.”
Back then, he was at the peak level of the Immortal Emperor stage. Due to his fame, many powerful beings wanted to befriend him, so he basically had connections with most Immortal Emperors of the same level; his network was quite extensive.
In addition to that, a few Immortal Sovereign level titans even personally extended olive branches, hoping to recruit him.
Even to this day.
The Green Lotus Sword Immortal could still recall the feeling of meeting Immortal Sovereign level beings, fully aware of the terrifying gap between the two levels.
He found it hard to believe that a giant of the Immortal Path, who reached that kind of milestone, would have passed up the opportunity to go to the Immortal Realm and instead choose to stay in the declining Kunlun Realm, enduring the pain of regression in cultivation and lowering himself to compete for Immortal opportunities with mere cultivators like them.
It’s like a rich merchant, living lavishly, decides to run off to a poor and remote village, digging in the fields with a bunch of peasants, eating scraps and rough bread!
Such behavior—wouldn’t that be looking for trouble?
Thus, the Green Lotus Sword Immortal deeply doubted the claims about Senior Ye’s identity.
He felt that the worst-case scenario would be if the Xuantian Holy Land sent someone to negotiate, and that mysterious Senior Ye would be slapped back to his original form, his reputation utterly destroyed.
“This…”
Seeing that the old man in a green robe wasn’t optimistic about Senior Ye, Zhang Qingzheng’s heart sank.
He had still held strong hopes that Senior Ye could represent the cultivators of the Human Race and suppress the arrogance of Bull Dominator.
It seemed that was nothing but a pipe dream!
“Sigh, at this point, we can only take it step by step,” Zhang Qingzheng shook his head and sighed, lifting his teacup for a sip. Although the tea was rich in aroma, he only found it unbearably bitter at that moment, lacking any refinement.
“Don’t worry, if that demon bull continues to act recklessly, I’ll prepare for the worst and fight for a hopeful future for our Human Race,”
the Green Lotus Sword Immortal’s tone was calm, his aged voice tinged with determination.
A flash of sword-shaped light gleamed in his deep, ancient eyes.
That was certainly the Divine Sword Intent!
Even if this former grand sword immortal had suffered serious regression in strength, he still had the courage to take risks, pointing his sword at the Immortal Emperor!
Looking at the white-haired, weathered old man in green, Zhang Qingzheng couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his nose. He stepped forward, cupping his hands, his voice trembling slightly,
“Here, on behalf of all fellow daoists, I extend our thanks to the old senior…”
Soon.
The deadline had come.
In response to Bull Dominator’s taunts, the Xuantian Holy Land remained completely silent.
This left countless tense cultivators in disbelief.
What is going on?
Could you at least give a nod or something!
“What’s happening? I don’t understand!” Some cultivators were baffled, perplexed by the Xuantian Holy Land’s actions.
“Haha, I get it now! The Xuantian Holy Land doesn’t take that demon bull’s threat seriously at all, not even bothering to respond!” Someone excitedly clapped and shouted.
Once this theory was put out, it quickly spread throughout the Central Region.
Everyone suddenly realized, filled with deep admiration.
The Xuantian Holy Land had such confidence, clearly supported by Senior Ye behind the scenes; their attitude reflected Senior Ye’s stance!
The reason for choosing to ignore was that Bull Dominator wasn’t even worthy of Senior Ye’s attention!
This was a blatant display of contempt.
No words were spoken, yet everything was said.
They simply didn’t want to bother with you!
Because you… were totally unqualified!!!
Just as the outside world buzzed with chatter,
the streets of Tai Xuan Prefecture were bustling with festivities, adorned with celebratory red lanterns. People, familiar with each other, clasped fists and greeted one another, all wearing smiles saying:
“Happy New Year!”
According to the Tai Xuan Prefecture’s cultivation world calendar, each century marked a major year.
On this day, cultivators would visit each other’s homes to celebrate the New Year, offering prepared gifts and exchanging auspicious, hopeful wishes for lasting prosperity.
At the Xuantian Holy Land,
the atmosphere inside was vibrant.
Many disciples busily prepared and decorated everything for the New Year.
Even the usually stern-faced elders would clasp their fists and smile to offer New Year greetings on this special day.
They wore joyful smiles, and anyone who looked at them could see their merriment.
“Happy New Year! Happy New Year!”
Lin Duxiu, as the Saint Son, set aside his status on this day and greeted every coming and going disciple and elder with warm smiles and fist salutes.
It was a matter of etiquette!
“Hey hey hey~”
“Brother Lin, I’m here!”
A young man with half-black and half-white hair, with a somewhat cheeky grin, approached Lin Duxiu, waving to greet him.
As the local force in Tai Xuan Prefecture, the Xuantian Holy Land was naturally bustling with preparations for the New Year.
Ji Baxiao may not be a cultivator from Tai Xuan Prefecture, but he also received an invitation from Lin Duxiu to attend the New Year’s celebration at the Xuantian Holy Land.
“Brother Ji, Happy New Year!” Lin Duxiu clasped his fists and smiled.
“Hello, hello! Everyone’s good!”
Ji Baxiao walked with an air of confidence, beaming with joy.
When he reached Lin Duxiu, Ji Baxiao suddenly glanced around vigilantly before leaning in closer to Lin Duxiu and whispering,
“Brother Lin, regarding the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, everyone is closely watching. I want to ask, what exactly is Senior Ye’s stance on that Bull Lord?”
His visit was partly to participate in the New Year ceremony but also to assess the situation and gather real internal information.
After all, if his greatest support fell, he would truly be at a loss moving forward.
During this period, Ji Baxiao had heard about how powerful the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance’s leader was, far surpassing the status of an Immortal King; he was an ancient being of great strength.
This had him quite frightened, fearing for Ye Junlin’s safety; he had been worried lately and now decided to seize the opportunity to find out.
Lin Duxiu seemed to have anticipated his friend’s inquiry as he smiled and waved his hand, saying,
“We’ve been too busy with the New Year preparations to bother with that guy; according to Senior Ye, we’ll deal with it after the festivities.”
Hearing the tone of someone not taking it seriously at all, Ji Baxiao’s eyes suddenly lit up, and excitement bubbled within him.
It seemed that, as the rumors suggested, Senior Ye didn’t regard the Bull Lord at all!
If that’s the case, then there was nothing to worry about!
“Brother Lin, where is my big brother?”
“Your big brother is with Senior Ye; I’ll take you there.”
“Awesome!”
On the upper floor.
Ye Junlin stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the lively scene before him and listening to the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers, a deep look of nostalgia in his eyes as he sighed,
“This festive atmosphere reminds me of my hometown.”
As the saying goes, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
Because he had been in Tai Xuan Prefecture for quite a while, he had neatly timed his visit and could enjoy the festive New Year atmosphere here.
He didn’t expect that the Xuantian Holy Land would have such a rich New Year spirit, immediately stirring memories of his past New Year celebrations on Blue Star.
Behind him, Hong Qianye murmured softly, “I really wonder what Master’s hometown is like.”
For some reason, she felt that the young man’s silhouette appeared strangely lonely and out of place from this world.
Was it just her imagination?
“Take a look!”
Hearing this, Li Wujie skillfully pulled out a blue-covered book from his robe.
“What do you mean by that?” Hong Qianye frowned, not understanding his intention.
“In the book, you’ll find the answer,” Li Wujie said earnestly.
Skeptical, Hong Qianye took the blue book and saw the cover inscribed with the words “Legend of Senior Ye.”
Suddenly.
Her forehead creased, feeling utterly speechless.
This guy… is hopeless…
Without saying a word, Hong Qianye shoved the blue book back, leaving Li Wujie quite puzzled.
“What’s wrong? I was just trying to show you something and you don’t want to?”
“Do you know this book is a limited edition in the Eastern Domain?”
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, “Big Brother! I’m here to wish you a Happy New Year!”
Ji Baxiao came rushing in, clasping his fists with a bright smile, saying, “Wishing my big brother’s sword techniques improve, reaching the pinnacle of the Sword Path soon!”
This comment brought delight to Li Wujie.
He laughed heartily as he patted Ji Baxiao’s shoulder, “Good, good, good! I’ll take that blessing!”
Ji Baxiao then turned to Hong Qianye and exclaimed, “Wishing the esteemed Sect Leader a prosperous New Year, with endless fortunes and disciples spread throughout the realms!”
Initially, Hong Qianye had no intention of acknowledging the slick-talking young man. However, hearing this made her cold expression soften, and she surprisingly offered a rare smile, nodding, “Thank you for your kind words.”
“Hehe.”
Ji Baxiao scratched his head.
Seems like all those lessons in “emotional intelligence” weren’t in vain!
Then, he turned to the tall figure, unable to restrain his excitement, and hurried over to Ye Junlin, clasping his fists to congratulate him:
“I wish Senior Ye happiness and prosperity, may you have abundance year after year, congratulations on your wealth, may fortune shine upon you, may the five blessings come your way, may you always have joy and smooth sailing, wishing you peace year after year, may joy fill your life, and may spring arrive for all…”
Ye Junlin: “???”
