Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

In a private room on the second floor, not long after taking a seat, Ye Wushuang’s eyes suddenly flickered.

He stood and said to the two of them, "You two wait here and gather any new information. I have some business to attend to."

Yang Qing’er and Meng Fan looked bewildered, having no idea what Ye Wushuang was planning. They simply nodded and said, "Brother Ye, please be careful." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"I’ll be back soon." Ye Wushuang rose and left, appearing on the street moments later. After a brief scan with his Divine Sense, he darted into a small alley.

At the end of the alley was a courtyard, and Ye Wushuang walked straight inside.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Several shadowy figures flickered by the courtyard gate, which then swung shut.

"Pavilion Master!"

When Ye Wushuang reached the center of the courtyard, Feng Jue, Xiang Tianxiao, and Su Mu appeared before him.

Feng Jue had now broken through to the Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer, Xiang Tianxiao had reached the Spiritual Spring First Layer, and Su Mu was approaching the Peak of True Essence Ninth Layer.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang was quite satisfied. ’This is my core team.’

In addition to the three of them, countless masked, shadowy figures emerged from all corners of the courtyard.

Xiang Tianxiao smiled. "Pavilion Master, these are some of the members of Lingxiao Pavilion."

"Pavilion Master!"

The men dropped to one knee, bowing in unison.

Ye Wushuang sized them up. Their cultivation was all at the True Essence Sixth Layer or higher. ’It seems Xiang Tianxiao and the others have put a lot of effort into selecting people.’

After a moment, Ye Wushuang said, "Rise."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

The men rose to their feet, also sizing up Ye Wushuang. They had long heard the name of the White-Clothed Killing God.

They just never expected this God of Slaughter to found the Lingxiao Pavilion and become their Pavilion Master!

Feng Jue stepped forward. "Pavilion Master, we’ve made all the preparations for the Barbarian God Battle Platform."

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang instructed, "This year’s Barbarian God Battle Platform is different from the past. You and Xiang Tianxiao will select ten people to participate. Su Mu, you will be responsible for the rest of Lingxiao Pavilion’s affairs."

"Understood!" Feng Jue, Xiang Tianxiao, and Su Mu replied in unison.

After arranging a few more matters, Ye Wushuang left the courtyard and returned to Youkelai Tavern. By the time he, Yang Qing’er, and Meng Fan returned to their residence, it was already nighttime.

He shared the news they had gathered with the others. Upon learning of the other powers’ terrifying strength, everyone decided to enter secluded cultivation.

「Three days passed in the blink of an eye.」

As the first rays of morning light drove away the darkness and pierced through the clouds, Barbarian King City entered its most fervent hour. The air was thick with excitement.

Countless figures converged beneath the Barbarian God Battle Platform, their faces alight with fiery passion.

The Barbarian God Battle Platform was not only a place to obtain fortuitous encounters and treasures, but also a chance to achieve fame before the eyes of the masses. For the younger generation of geniuses, it was an incredibly thrilling event.

In the courtyard housing the Ancient Spirit Sect, everyone had also risen early, their determined faces brimming with youthful vitality.

Ye Wushuang was dressed in immaculate white robes. His features were handsome, his posture ramrod straight. His pair of bright, black eyes were as deep and luminous as a sea of stars.

He pushed open his door to find Dii Qingxue, Yang Qing’er, Ye Rou, Qianling, Meng Fan, Cheng Tao, and three others—nine in total—all waiting outside.

They stared at Ye Wushuang, momentarily lost in a daze.

Ye Wushuang wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but he possessed a unique aura that put others at ease.

"Let’s go."

Ye Wushuang smiled at the group and set off. Dii Qingxue walked by his side, becoming the object of countless envious gazes.

Before long, the ten of them arrived beneath the Barbarian God Battle Platform. The area was already packed solid, mostly with members of other powers.

The area designated for the Ancient Spirit Sect was just as congested—a veritable sea of people. Some were spectators who had come to watch the show, while others were disciples participating in the event.

When Ye Wushuang’s group of ten arrived, the crowd voluntarily parted to form a path, and all eyes fixed upon the approaching cultivators.

They were about to fight for themselves and for their Sect!

The disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect cheered as if welcoming their heroes. Those adoring gazes made the group’s blood surge with excitement!

Passing through the crowd, the ten of them arrived at the very front.

Nangong Liuyun, the Star Elder, and four Sect-Protecting Elders were standing there.

Mo Wentian and Yee Qianmo’s team of ten!

Yunn Xiao and Jian Bufan’s team of ten!

They all stood in neat formation behind the elders, their expressions solemn.

Sensing someone’s arrival, they all turned to look.

"Apologies, we’re late."

Ye Wushuang gave a faint smile as he walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Dii Qingxue. Both were dressed in white robes that seemed purer than snow, causing the surrounding disciples to gasp in admiration. Then, as if realizing something, their eyes lit up.

They looked like a match made in heaven.

Yunn Xiao and Jian Bufan smiled at Ye Wushuang. It wasn’t that he was late, but that everyone else had arrived before dawn.

As for Mo Wentian, his eyes narrowed with a sharp glint as he stared at Ye Wushuang and Dii Qingxue.

Nangong Liuyun and the other elders turned to face the assembled disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect.

The cheering crowd immediately fell silent, and the fervent atmosphere grew quiet.

"Disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect! Today, the Ninth Pass opens! These thirty individuals will represent our Ancient Spirit Sect as they enter. They will fight to win glory for our Sect, to defend our Sect’s pride, and to protect our Sect!"

"They are the pride of the Ancient Spirit Sect! Regardless of success or failure, victory or defeat, they are our heroes! I hope you will all give them your blessings!"

Gazing at the vigorous disciples, Nangong Liuyun’s resonant, powerful voice boomed, echoing in the ears of every disciple from the Ancient Spirit Sect.

At this, the blood of the Ancient Spirit Sect disciples began to boil. They stared at the thirty figures before them, faces flushed, and roared with encouragement.

To fight for the Sect under the gaze of thousands was truly a glorious affair. Every disciple wished they were among the chosen, able to receive such a high honor.

They all bowed in unison, offering their silent blessings. ’Secure a place in the top ten and bring glory to the Sect!’

Ye Wushuang, Dii Qingxue, Mo Wentian, Yunn Xiao, and the others all bowed. How could they not be excited as well!

Nangong Liuyun and the other elders exchanged a smile, then announced, "Now, everyone prepare to enter the Ninth Pass!"

At his words, the thirty participants formed three teams, lining up behind Ye Wushuang, Mo Wentian, and Yunn Xiao respectively, their gazes fixed on the area below the Barbarian God Battle Platform.

Beneath the floating Battle Platform were nine enormous tunnels—the entrances to the Ninth Pass. By stepping inside, one could enter the Ninth Pass and ultimately reach the Battle Platform above.

"Enter!" Nangong Liuyun shouted.

Hearing the command, Jian Bufan glanced at Ye Wushuang. "Ye Wushuang, we’re heading in. I hope to see you on the final Battle Platform!"

With that, Jian Bufan, Yunn Xiao, Qiu Mo, and their team entered one of the tunnels.

Mo Wentian shot a look at Ye Wushuang’s group before following suit.

The Star Elder approached Ye Wushuang and advised him once more, "Xiaoshuang, be extra careful!"

"Master, I will," Ye Wushuang replied solemnly.

Then, he turned to the others behind him. "Let’s go."

At Ye Wushuang’s command, the expressions of Dii Qingxue, Ye Rou, and the others hardened as they charged into a tunnel. All the disciples who remained behind clenched their fists and roared their encouragement.

Nangong Liuyun also watched with a solemn gaze. ’I hope to see you on the final Battle Platform. Whether or not we can secure a place in the top ten... it’s all up to you now.’