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Zhang Lin leaped out of the water and grabbed Yu Xiao, laughing heartily. "So many years have passed, and my genius hasn't been stuck at that level for thirty years, has he? Hahaha! They say I'm no genius, but even if I'm not, what does it matter? It's just a foolish arrogance."
I don't deny his faults; what qualifications do I have to criticize him? In the air, Hong Yulong summoned his spear back, landing on the water's surface, looking at Zhang Lin with indifference, unaffected by Zhang Lin's mockery.
By the time he entered the Golden stage, I had already made a name for myself in the Northwest region. While he was still in the Golden stage, I chose to enter the Pseudo Golden Elixir realm and faded from the Northwest scene. Ru Ming had already reached Gold Mid-stage. I felt like I was going in circles; it was truly frustrating.
Who says I’m just going in circles? My efforts are enough.
As he spoke, he pushed forward with his spear, and a massive True Dragon burst forth from it, flying towards Zhang Lin's small boat with claws bared, as if aiming to shatter it completely.
Zhang Lin pressed his legs together and silently recited a spell. Just as the red dragon was about to crash into the boat, he pushed forward with his legs and uttered the name of the spell to activate his technique: Spirit Shield Technique.
The Spirit Shield Technique is a fundamental spell that every Orthodox Sect disciple seeks to learn. Its sole purpose is to create a solid Spiritual Energy shield around oneself. Zhang Lin, a Gold Mid-stage cultivator, cast it with ease, conjuring a circular Light Barrier that enveloped the entire boat. No matter how fiercely the dragon clawed or crashed against it, the boat remained unharmed.
I would not be like a turtle hiding its head as rumored. Hong Yulong sheathed his Jade Dragon Spear and returned to shore, mocking Yi Dong and Zhang Lin along the way.
In recent years, Zhang Lin had made rapid progress in his cultivation and excelled in defensive spells. Thus, he had become quite a well-known young cultivator in the Northwest region controlled by Moon River Sect. Although Hong Yulong had not paid attention to disputes among young cultivators for some time, such a famous figure like Zhang Lin would certainly catch his ear.
Hong Yulong had risen to fame over thirty years ago. Despite appearing youthful now, he had been trapped in the Pseudo Golden Elixir realm for over a decade without breaking through. He focused solely on seeking advancement and ignored conflicts among his peers.
Zhang Lin never expected to encounter Hong Yulong there, nor did he anticipate that Hong Yulong would abandon his title of Rain Dragon King and simply call himself Hong Yulong. He was even more surprised that after all these years, Hong Yulong had not managed to break through; it was frustrating for him as Rain Dragon King still held significant weight. Even without a breakthrough, he could still rival that genius of mine.
Do you know Chongming Guang? Zhang Lin ignored Hong Yulong's taunts; their earlier exchange was merely a test of each other's strength. Only with sufficient power could they engage in equal conversation.
Beside them, Luchenzhou and the others watched with bated breath. If a fight broke out at Lingyuan Pavilion, those without any backing would surely suffer greatly.
Everyone knew that the realm of the Pseudo Golden Elixir was formidable, but since no one had seen it before, how could they know just how strong Hong Yulong truly was? Moreover, such monsters were not limited to just one; let’s not forget about Chongming Guang lurking behind, who was also a terrifying figure.
Luchenzhou scoffed, while Wei Wuyou's eyes burned with fighting spirit. "I don't deny," he thought. The disparity was too great; that battle-hungry individual would definitely charge out to face Hong Yulong in a great war, or perhaps he had some treasures hidden away.
Hong Ling observed that Hong Yulong was not at a disadvantage and, being no stranger to verbal sparring, immediately shouted, "Who cares if Chongming Guang is strong? Let him send his Xiao Liuzi to fight; if there are two of them, then let them come! Unlike me, who just hides like an old turtle."
Chongming Guang and Gan Yuan did not share Hong Ling's carefree attitude. For a Gold Mid-stage cultivator to deliberately speak about their own shortcomings meant that name must belong to a powerful figure, one not weaker than Hong Yulong.
Light, Chongming Guang. Mu Qinglong transmitted a message to Gan Yuan. He knew that Gan Yuan understood the implications of Hong Ling's words and would make the right decision.
Upon hearing Mu Qinglong's transmission, Gan Yuan's expression suddenly changed. Everyone knew that Yan Dong placed great importance on surrounding light; however, who could guarantee that they wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire? At that moment, uttering those words merely indicated a desire for alliance.
Just that one name forced the Moon River Sect to consider an alliance with the Jade Void Sect. That person must be incredibly strong—perhaps an ancient monster of the Nascent Soul Stage. If they were indeed such a being, then the sects would certainly take notice.
Thinking this over, Gan Yuan looked at Hong Yulong and wondered if Jin Qi was as much of a monster as that guy. Would he really go to his death?
Mu Qinglong waved his hand and said goodbye, wishing them luck.
He knew Gan Yuan wouldn’t make such a decision lightly. Now that he had informed him, he would be prepared for when Chongming Guang made his appearance; everything would fall into place then. Speaking too much would only make Gan Yuan feel as though the three of them were conspiring against him—there was no need for further discussion.
Just as everyone was about to turn away, suddenly a cavalry unit charged in from afar. The people by the bridge were all cultivators with vision far beyond ordinary men; even without using Divine Sense, they could see clearly that behind the cavalry was a large crowd of people. Those dressed in Deep Abyss Robes were keeping pace with the cavalry.
The leader of the horse team charged forward as if oblivious to everything, galloping along the bridge with his head down. The group behind him was poised, ready to strike at any moment, their legs coiled like springs, waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver a lethal blow.
It seemed they were ready. Luchenzhou shrugged, wearing a look of resignation, and quietly bowed, waiting for Chen Zongbiao's arrival.
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