Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Miaoyin Ancient Saint, The Protective Ancient Holy God
“This matter won’t just end like this.”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint whispered in her incarnation.
She was one of the three Saints of the Tianmiao Holy Land.
Being the strongest among the Nine Great Holy Lands, all three Saints of the Tianmiao Holy Land were very powerful, with the most formidable being the Old Saint Master at the Heavenly Saint Level.
Next was Miaoyin Ancient Saint.
When she left this incarnation, she was only at the peak of the Saint Entry, but recently, her main body had broken through to the Saint Manifestation Level during battles in the Outer Realm and her power had soared.
Miaoyin Ancient Saint harbored a grudge as the Ancient Sacred True Dragon had stolen the Sacred Arms Short Flute that she had bequeathed to Yin Rurong.
“When my main body returns, I’ll make sure he pays for it!”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint said coldly.
Ye Feng is the Son of Destiny and untouchable, but the Ancient Sacred True Dragon is not. She need have no reservations.
“Miaoyin Ancient Saint, do you know the origins of the person who took the Sacred Arms Short Flute?” Yin Rurong asked.
“I don’t know.”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint shook her head, “I only know that this person is at the Unity Realm Stage, yet possesses a Sacred Body. His combat power is no different from someone in the Saint Entry Realm, which is quite strange.”
“This person said he was with Ye Feng.” Yin Rurong added.
“You mean, his Sacred Body is related to Ye Feng?” Miaoyin Ancient Saint speculated.
“Very likely.” Yin Rurong’s eyes rolled, “I heard that buried beneath the ground near the Misty Sect lies the skull of an Ancient Holy God, and perhaps, Ye Feng forged it into a Sacred Body for that Unity Realm Stage person to possess.”
“Ancient Holy God?”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint was stunned.
She had no idea that such an extraordinary entity was buried beneath the ground near the Misty Sect.
“Let’s go see!”
The incarnation of Miaoyin Ancient Saint left the Tianmiao Holy Land and, together with Yin Rurong, tore through the void, arriving near the Misty Sect.
Three breaths later.
They landed near the Hardwood Plains, ready to delve underground, but they heard a somewhat youthful voice from afar.
“One two three, three two one!”
A youth who appeared to be only fifteen years old, radiating Jingguang, carrying a mountain on his back, was rhythmically running on the grassland near the plains.
With every step he took, a swathe of golden light was stamped onto the ground, ensuring the earth did not collapse.
“Body Cultivator at the Divine Origin Realm level.”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint observed the youth, with a look of approval in her eyes, “This person’s control over power has reached the Micro Level. Could it be, he’s a disciple of the Misty Sect?”
“Qiao Jiaxi, one of the True Disciples,” Yin Rurong said.
“If only he were a disciple of our Tianmiao Holy Land, I would be willing to personally guide him. It’s a pity he’s not,” Miaoyin Ancient Saint murmured softly.
Upon hearing this, Yin Rurong’s gaze flickered.
She had not expected Miaoyin Ancient Saint to think so highly of Qiao Jiaxi that she considered taking him as a disciple.
To be noticed by a Saint would mean either possessing extraordinary talent or having a unique and unparalleled constitution.
Either way, it indicated that Qiao Jiaxi was remarkable.
“Such an exceptional prodigy was picked up by the Misty Sect, and that really annoys me.”
Yin Rurong looked displeased.
“I’ll go and see if I can take him away. You wait here for a while, and don’t show yourself.” Saying so, Miaoyin Ancient Saint had already walked over.
“Yes.” Yin Rurong stayed put.
On the ground.
Qiao Jiaxi, carrying the heavy mountain, was sprinting all the way, honing his flesh.
Suddenly, a beautiful woman, like an Immortal Fairy, appeared before him, causing him to be momentarily entranced.
“So beautiful!”
Qiao Jiaxi stopped and exclaimed in admiration.
Upon hearing this, the corners of Miaoyin Ancient Saint’s mouth lifted slightly, finding Qiao Jiaxi’s words sweet and growing even fonder of the boy.
“Little guy, what’s your name?”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint asked with a smile.
She was a Saint, beautiful, and every smile and glance cleared the heart and mind of the young and vigorous Qiao Jiaxi.
Immortal Fairy Sister!
That was Qiao Jiaxi’s first impression of Miaoyin Ancient Saint.
“Immortal Fairy Sister, hello, my name is Qiao Jiaxi.”
He did not hide his name.
If Yin Rurong appeared, Qiao Jiaxi naturally would not show them any kindness, as he knew Yin Rurong had targeted the Misty Sect multiple times and was not a good person.
Miaoyin Ancient Saint had also considered this, which is why she did not let Yin Rurong appear.
“Qiao Jiaxi? That’s a nice-sounding name. Sister thinks you look strong. Have you ever thought about joining Sister’s sect?”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint asked with a smile.
She was very confident in her charm.
In her memories of the distant past,
she too was considered one of the top beauties in Shenzhou.
A simple smile in a man’s direction would bewitch him, driving him to eagerly join the Tianmiao Holy Land.
But, a scene that astonished her unfolded.
“Immortal Fairy Sister, I am a disciple of the Misty Sect and will not join another sect,” Qiao Jiaxi refused on the spot, his tone calm, as though stating something completely ordinary.
“You refused?”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint widened her almond eyes in surprise.
“Did I hear wrong? You didn’t even ask which sect I belong to?”
Qiao Jiaxi shook his head.
“No matter which sect you are from, I would not agree. Alive, I am a person of the Misty Sect; dead, I will be a ghost of the Misty Sect.”
His tone was firm.
This was not an act, but a sincere belief from the heart.
In the past, when Qiao Jiaxi was unable to cultivate, it was Ye Feng who led him on the path of cultivation.
Joining the Misty Sect gave Jia Xi the warmth of a family.
For him, there was no place in this world that could replace the Misty Sect.
“What if I told you I am an Ancient Saint from the Tianmiao Holy Land? Would you like to join then?”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint smiled, her expression turning slightly cold.
A powerful Saint Might burst from her, enveloping several miles around, causing the pressure on Qiao Jiaxi to skyrocket.
Thump!
He was pressed to the ground by the weight of countless mountains, his eyes filled with anger.
“The thing I dislike the most is your Tianmiao Holy Land!”
Qiao Jiaxi said in a heavy tone.
He was pressed so hard that his bones creaked, veins bulged on his forehead, and he realized that a second figure had appeared in his field of vision.
That was Yin Rurong!
“Miaoyin Ancient Saint, this person will not join the Tianmiao Holy Land. What shall we do with him now?”
“Let him continue to be pressed by rocks with ten times the gravity!”
The voice of Miaoyin Ancient Saint was chilly.
She wanted Qiao Jiaxi to understand the consequences of rejecting her.
Whoosh!
The two women dived underground, arriving before a gigantic skull.
“It’s indeed the remains of a Body Cultivation Saint Realm!”
“However, even I cannot discern his exact realm, I only feel he possesses an immensely strong power.”
Miaoyin Ancient Saint was quite shocked.
Hum!
The skull of the Ancient Holy God suddenly lit up, causing tremors around it, its eyes ignited as if coming back to life.
A severe oppressive force instantly enveloped the two women.
They were frozen in place, unable to move.
“Such a profound aura of suppression!”
“This is… a Power Domain!”
Both women were immensely shocked.
“The young man on the ground, is he the one you’ve suppressed?” the voice of the Ancient Holy God was cold, filled with a terrifying oppressive force.
Miaoyin Ancient Saint and Yin Rurong sensed something was amiss.
Before they could speak, the Ancient Holy God continued, “Do you know who he is to this Saint?”
Bang bang!
As soon as the words ended, terrifying forces formed into two heavy fists, striking both Yin Rurong and Miaoyin Ancient Saint.
Boom!
The incarnation of Miaoyin Ancient Saint collapsed on the spot, and even her original body suffered a degree of damage.
Yin Rurong was sent flying millions of miles, crashing into the sea and causing sky-high waves.
“He is my true disciple!”
Only at that moment,
did the thundering voice of the Ancient Holy God echo in Yin Rurong’s mind, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief.
[Happy Qixi Festival indeed!!]