“I never expected the Tai Hua Holy Son to have such an ace up his sleeve.”
Whispers rose among the crowd.
The Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul was a magical treasure that could grow, and even if it couldn’t exert the full strength of the Ancient Thunder Dragon, it could still reach up to sixty or seventy percent of its power.
The Ancient Thunder Dragon was a powerhouse of the Dragon King caliber.
Not only outsiders but even Lin Xuantong was stunned.
He had no idea where his disciple had acquired the Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul.
The Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul had yet to grow to its peak, its power not as strong as Feng Mu’s, but Lu Changsheng and Feng Mu had already reached their limits. At this moment, the Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul became the unpredictable factor.
One could see the Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul brandishing its teeth and claws, with dragon whiskers resembling lightning bolts and its entire body composed of thunder and lightning, awe-inspiring.
Fierce Sword Qi sealed off time and space, attacking Feng Mu from both sides in concert with the Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul.
“Eternity Extermination!”
Feng Mu’s forehead bulged with veins, twisted like a dragon, sweat seeping out continuously as he expended his last bit of True Qi to deploy the Ancient Feng Family’s signature technique.
The brutal Sword Qi surged forth as if to annihilate eternity itself, a primordial Sword Qi that swept through all eight desolations.
Boom, boom, boom.
Their True Qi clashed violently, the Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul roared, the Cloud Realm trembled, and winds swept through like the scattering of clouds.
The blinding light was so intense it was difficult to keep one’s eyes open.
“Who has emerged victorious?”
Everyone was observing for the outcome.
When the light and earth-shaking noise faded, a figure in a deep purple Daoist Robe descended from mid-air.
The once luxurious Daoist Robe had become tattered.
The ferocity of the match had surpassed that of a Preliminary Immortal Emperor’s level, and even Feng Mu’s Daoist Robe, an inferior Emperor Soldier, couldn’t withstand such an intense battle.
The Holy Mother of Yaochi hurriedly used her True Qi to catch Feng Mu as he fell.
After all, Feng Mu was the number one genius of the Ancient Feng Family. If Feng Mu were to be killed in the great assembly of Yaochi, it was likely that the entire Ancient Feng Family would go berserk.
The Ancient Feng Family had not easily encountered a peerless genius of the Thunder God Emperor Body’s caliber. If something were to happen to Feng Mu, the Ancient Feng Family would certainly mobilize in full force.
Apart from the fallen Feng Mu, in mid-air, Lu Changsheng stood suspended, his Great Wilderness God Armor showing more than a dozen cracks, but still intact as a superior Emperor Soldier.
Lu Changsheng was gasping for breath, but in the end, he had defeated the formidable opponent Feng Mu.
“Feng Mu is defeated!”
“The number one genius of the Ancient Feng Family has actually lost!”
“Does this mean that the Tai Hua Holy Son will replace Feng Mu as the second on the Qilin Ranking?”
Everyone’s eyes were fervently fixed on Lu Changsheng.
Being ranked second on the Qilin Ranking was an extremely high honor.
Even the current Tai Hua Saint Lord, Lin Xuantong, in his youth, had only reached the second place on the Qilin Ranking!
Second place on the Qilin Ranking was undoubtedly one of the strongest geniuses of an era.
Sure enough, after Lu Changsheng defeated Feng Mu, Chongxu Daoist of the Purple Void Palace revealed the Qilin Ranking and updated the standings.
First place, Ku.
Second place, Tai Hua Holy Land, Lu Changsheng.
Third place, Ancient Feng Family, Feng Mu.
Fourth place, Taishi Holy Land, Yi Zhenqing.
…
Whoosh.
The crowd burst into an uproar.
They were witnessing the defeat and replacement of the unparalleled genius ranked second on the Qilin Ranking.
Feng Mu’s prowess was beyond doubt, and even in defeat, Chongxu Daoist still ranked him third, which attested to his strength.
And the greatest beneficiary was Lu Changsheng, who directly took Feng Mu’s second-place position.
“Lin Xuantong, congratulations, your disciple’s brilliance is no less than yours in your day.”
“Tai Hua Holy Land has struck gold this time, producing such an extraordinary talent.”
“From now on, Tai Hua Holy Land will once again flourish.”
The Primordial Saint Lord, Linglan Fairy, and others congratulated Lin Xuantong.
Being Lu Changsheng’s master, Lin Xuantong felt a deep sense of honor in mentoring a disciple of such a level.
The envious Ancestor Changliu commented, “Your disciple is truly exceptional. My disciple lost fair and square to yours. Lin Xuantong, you have won this time.”
“It’s nothing much.”
Lin Xuantong was modest, but still couldn’t help feeling somewhat pleased; after all, this was his disciple, and Tai Hua Holy Land’s reputation had been elevated thanks to him.
“Master, are you alright?”
A crowd of disciples gathered around, inquiring about Lu Changsheng’s condition.
Xia Ningxue also leaned in, her face full of questioning.
“I’m fine,” the teacher said.
Lu Changsheng took an elixir pill to recover his True Qi.
After the battle with Feng Mu, Lu Changsheng had nearly exhausted all his strength.
The power of the elixir pill was refined, and Lu Changsheng slightly recovered some True Qi.
“Hahaha, I’ve made a fortune!”
Yan Zhiqiu laughed heartily, pocketing a large number of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
With Lu Changsheng’s victory, Yan Zhiqiu gained four times the profit!
Yan Zhiqiu also returned the various treasures he had borrowed from his fellow brothers, and made a huge profit on top.
“This guy…”
The other cultivators who lost their treasures couldn’t help but look at Yan Zhiqiu with envy; they had bet on Feng Mu and ended up losing everything.
The Han Family ancestor and Han Jie had even worse expressions, looking as sullen as a pig’s liver.
They had wagered all their treasures on Feng Mu, only to lose everything, with no return on their investment.
Who could have expected that Lu Changsheng, ranked tenth on the Qilin Ranking, could defeat Feng Mu, ranked second?
Feng Mu had been well-known for a long time, while Lu Changsheng had recently entered the Qilin Ranking as a genius, and yet Feng Mu lost?
Eighty percent of the cultivators suffered heavy losses.
Only Yan Zhiqiu and a few others who bet on Lu Changsheng were the ultimate winners.
“Hahaha, I just knew Brother Lu would win. Hand it over!”
Zhao Wuyan snatched the treasures he won with one swift move.
At this Yaochi conference, Zhao Wuyan became a beneficiary because he bet on Lu Changsheng to win, increasing his treasures fourfold.
Most cultivators wanted to cry but had no tears left.
Helplessly, with major figures like the Holy Mother of Yaochi, Saint Lord of Primordial, Saint Lord of Tai Hua, Immortal of Changliu, and Chongxu Daoist present, the losing cultivators couldn’t go back on their word.
“Lin Xuantong, your disciple is something else. Is this what you called the variable?” the Holy Mother of Yaochi secretly transmitted her voice to Lin Xuantong.
“Exactly. This child’s fate is a blank slate; perhaps he is indeed the variable.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
The Holy Mother of Yaochi fell into deep thought, secretly calculating and indeed unable to discern Lu Changsheng’s fate.
Strong figures like the Saint Lord of Primordial, Immortal of Changliu, Chongxu Daoist, and Linglan Fairy also secretly tried to calculate Lu Changsheng’s fate, and all of them were shocked by their findings.
They came up empty-handed.
“It’s indeed strange; it seems necessary to inform the Sect Leader,” the Chongxu Daoist thought to himself, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Lu Changsheng’s fate was completely a blank slate.
The Chongxu Daoist thought of the Sect Leader of the Purple Void Palace in the Kunlun Mountains; perhaps only the Sect Leader could calculate this child’s fate.
The Sect Leader of the Purple Void Palace, like Lin Xuantong and the Immortal of Changliu, was a peerless genius of their era, with a talent far surpassing theirs.
He was exceedingly proficient in the Dao of cause and effect calculation.
What the Chongxu Daoist couldn’t calculate, perhaps the Sect Leader could.
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“Wait, I wonder if giving this young man a little more time, can he defeat the one ranked first on the Qilin Ranking? That person has a far greater background than Feng Mu, and his talent is terrifyingly strong. Being in the same era as that person nearly guarantees the impossibility of obtaining the first place on the Qilin Ranking. It’s truly something to look forward to.”
The Chongxu Daoist thought of the monster that ranked first on the Qilin Ranking, wondering if anyone could challenge and replace him.
If someone could defeat the monster ranked first, the entire Immortal Realm would be astounded.
“I would like to experience the strength of the Guanghan Palace’s Holy Maiden,” a dignified voice rang out.
Everyone present turned their gaze to the speaker, recognizing him as Buddha Son Buddha Lord Xingwang of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
Buddha Lord Xingwang, having been defeated by Lu Changsheng, now wanted to challenge Xia Ningxue.
“Xue’er, it’s time to show them your strength,” the Guanghan Palace Master said, not waiting for Xia Ningxue’s refusal, arranging for her to spar with Buddha Lord Xingwang.
The Guanghan Palace also needed an exceptional genius ranked high on the Qilin Ranking to make a name for themselves.
The crowd suddenly became interested.
Nobody knew the true strength of the Guanghan Holy Maiden yet.
If Xia Ningxue could defeat Buddha Lord Xingwang, then the Guanghan Holy Maiden would enter the top fifteen ranks of the Qilin Ranking.
“No way…”
Chongxu Daoist noticed another genius emerging, wondering how there could be so many geniuses, and all related to Lu Changsheng?