“Ma-Ma-Ma-Master????”
Su Ling'er stammered, unable to form a complete sentence, her mind a blank.
“How are you here?”
A charming, innocent smile appeared on her Face, her eyes fluttering, giving off a sense of childlike innocence.
But this was clearly useless against Luo Huangjun; she simply looked at Su Ling'er, a smile playing on her lips, which immediately made Su Ling'er feel restless.
“I’ll let you off this time.”
Luo Huangjun gently patted Su Ling'er’s small head, just like an Older Sister scolding a disobedient younger sister.
She turned her gaze to Chu Ge, who was still standing on the platform.
Seeing that she had managed to muddle through, Su Ling'er no longer panicked and obediently followed behind Luo Huangjun.
On the platform, Chu Ge felt like he was in a dilemma.
He had intended to remove his hand from the Spirit Measuring Stone, but unexpectedly, his hand felt as if it were glued, and a tremendous suction force prevented him from moving it at all.
Those Great Powers who had come upon hearing the news, as well as Xing Feng beside Chu Ge, initially thought Chu Ge wanted to stay on the platform longer to show off.
However, as time passed and Chu Ge’s expressions changed, they also noticed something unusual.
“Young friend Chu Ge? Is there a problem?”
Xing Feng tentatively asked.
“I.......” Chu Ge had just opened his mouth to answer when, the next moment, an even more terrifying aura erupted from the Spirit Measuring Stone, spreading in all directions.
Looking towards his hand, Chu Ge was horrified to find that amidst the golden light, tiny cracks began to spread across the Spirit Measuring Stone, dense like a spiderweb!
‘Is this going to explode?!!!’
Chu Ge roared in his heart.
The terrifying aura dispersed, and this time even Xing Feng couldn't stand firm, his body uncontrollably flying off the Spirit Measuring Platform.
However, unlike Ye Chen's discomfiture, he landed steadily on the ground.
Upon landing, Xing Feng immediately looked at Chu Ge, a look of horror on his Face.
The impact of that aura just now, profound as the sea, made it difficult even for him, a Six Heavens Cultivator, to resist.
It was hard to believe that this originated from someone who had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation and possessed only a meager cultivation.
And if even he was like this, the quasi-Disciples who had just finished testing their bone roots were even worse off, with Ye Chen being the unluckiest among them.
He was already close, so he naturally bore the brunt of it.
But having had a previous experience, this time he was cautious.
However, what he thought was not to evade, but for some unknown reason, he chose to directly withstand this wave of aura impact.
“Quickly retreat!”
The voice in his mind rang out.
But Ye Chen directly ignored it, a wicked smile curving his lips.
‘Why retreat? Previously, I was just unprepared; this time I won’t be.......’
“Ugh ahhh!!!” Ye Chen cried out.
The idea was good, but the outcome was not so pleasant.
Although he had cultivation to protect him, how could an aura that made even a Six Heavens Cultivator feel difficult to resist be something he, a mere Condensing Seed Realm Cultivator of the Second Heaven, could contend with?
Ye Chen was like a kite with a broken string, swept away by a fierce wind, without the slightest resistance, directly tossed back and forth in mid-air, spinning upside down.
His originally somewhat delicate Face contorted and deformed in the wind, and his formerly neat robes were disheveled and messy.
Ye Chen wanted to call for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it was directly filled with sand and dust carried by the strong wind.
Ultimately, Xing Feng couldn't bear to watch any longer and intervened to pull Ye Chen out of his predicament.
Upon landing, Ye Chen's black hair was disheveled, and his entire body was covered in dust and dirt, polluting his originally clean robes beyond recognition, his Face also plastered with weeds and mud.
One of his shoes was also missing, he knew not when.
Presumably, it had been blown away by the strong winds.
Now, Ye Chen looked like a beggar at first glance, completely devoid of the previous demeanor of a Wang Body Prodigy.
After Xing Feng rescued Ye Chen, he merely glanced at the other party without speaking.
His previous intention of taking the other party as a Disciple had long since vanished completely.
With his experience, how could he not see why Ye Chen chose to directly resist the aura impact caused by Chu Ge?
Clearly, it was because he had fallen from the high platform earlier and felt he had lost Face, desperately wanting to prove to everyone that he was no worse than anyone else, which led him to make such an extremely irrational choice.
From this single action, Xing Feng discerned numerous flaws in Ye Chen.
Arrogant, narrow-minded, and overestimating his own abilities.
With such a disposition, even possessing a Wang Body, he would be difficult to achieve greatness!
He had previously thought that the other party was a Prodigy worth investing in and nurturing.
Now it seemed, he was merely an arrogant boy who was lucky enough to possess excellent talent but didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
“Foolish!”
Leaving this cold remark, Xing Feng turned and departed.
Many Great Powers who had come upon hearing the news also noticed this scene, but they did not care.
A Wang Body is indeed an excellent bone root Aptitude, and there is a considerable possibility that they will reach their current Realm in the future, but it is only a possibility, not a certainty.
Which of the people who could Cultivate to the Realm of a Great Power was not a brilliant and outstanding individual in their youth?
It can be said that each of them possessed some talent no less than a Wang Body, or even superior to a Wang Body.
A Wang Body was not yet qualified to garner much attention from them.
‘Damn it!’
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his fists clenching audibly.
Xing Feng’s remark of “foolish” still echoed in his mind, causing the rage in his chest to burn fiercely, difficult to suppress.
“Are you very angry? Do you think he was wrong?”
In his mind, a neutral voice rang out.
“I think he’s very right, Ye Chen. What gave you the illusion? That a mere Wang Body could contend with a Saint Body?”
“Look around, the Wang Body you rely on and are proud of has become a laughingstock. In others’ eyes, your actions are no different from a mere clown?”
“I’m now doubting whether choosing you was correct in the first place. Your actions, your thoughts, are simply utterly foolish.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen’s Face turned green, his expression terrifyingly grim, as if water might drip from it. He turned to look around.
The envious, jealous, and worshipful gazes he had previously received for his Wang Body had now all turned into sarcasm and mockery.
Especially one young man dressed in luxurious sea-blue robes.
At this moment, the other party was gesturing at him, his lips constantly changing shape, as if repeating something.
Ye Chen looked closely and nearly fainted on the spot from anger.
Tang Shan was silently repeating the words ‘clown’ to him!
Seeing this, Ye Chen felt as if his whole body was on fire, and an uncontrollable killing intent surged within him!
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