Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

Chapter 187: Insufferably Arrogant

A gentle and ethereal voice, as beautiful as the music of the heavens, rang out.

Within the crowd...

When Jiang Chen heard this voice, his entire body shuddered, and his fists clenched unconsciously. His knuckles turned white, his shoulders trembled slightly, and a terrifyingly cold light shot from his eyes.

That voice was all too familiar!

Like a waking nightmare!

A year!

For a whole year, his feud with this person had festered, never once diminishing.

Six years of deception!

Six years of devotion, repaid with betrayal!

All of it was a scar branded upon his soul, impossible to heal.

"Jiang! Zi! You!"

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, enunciating each syllable as he spoke the newcomer’s name!

That’s right!

The person who had just appeared was none other than Jiang Ziyou.

Jiang Ziyou was currently dressed in a goose-down yellow long gown. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, held in place by a golden hairpin that glowed with a faint, precious light. This hairpin was actually an Advanced Profound Tier Weapon. She carried herself with grace and nobility, her gaze fixed forward, her eyes filled with indifference and pride.

Just as always, she was like a proud swan—insufferably arrogant, high and mighty, looking down on all living things.

She held the world and everyone in it in contempt.

Lin Feifei frowned, a grave expression clouding her features.

She was, of course, aware of Jiang Ziyou’s identity.

This person had entered the Saint Martial Sword Sect a year ago, personally brought into the Sword Sect by the Holy Son, Lan Haichen. She even received personal guidance in her cultivation from the Holy Son. In just one short year, she had advanced with unstoppable momentum from the Martial Arts Realm to the True Martial Realm Ninth Stage. Now, she was even aiming for a position as a Core Disciple.

As a fellow "favored daughter of the heavens," Lin Feifei felt an instinctive aversion to Jiang Ziyou.

But her background was too powerful!

The Holy Son, Lan Haichen!

He was a supreme prodigy who stood at the very pinnacle of the Saint Martial Sword Sect, and indeed, the entire Saint Martial Dynasty. Anyone associated with him would rise to prominence, and ordinary people dared not provoke them.

What’s more...

Jiang Ziyou was someone the Holy Son, Lan Haichen, valued greatly.

Lin Feifei fell silent for a moment before saying, "Junior Sister Jiang, the assessment for new disciples is currently underway. Could you perhaps wait until they..."

Before she could finish, Jiang Ziyou cut her off. She said flatly, "Senior Sister Lin, you must be joking. They’re just a group of new disciples. At best, only a few Elite Disciples will emerge from the lot. Once I’m promoted to a Core Disciple, I must go to the Holy Son Palace for an audience with Senior Brother Lan. Do you think my time and Senior Brother Lan’s time is more precious, or the time of these people?"

As soon as these words were spoken,

all the experts in the Earth Martial Hall were enraged.

’Damn it!’

’So your time is precious, but ours is garbage?’

’This is too much!’

Nalan Qiantian’s face was flushed with anger. He muttered, "Dammit, she’s only acting so high and mighty because she’s leaning on the Holy Son for support. What’s there to be so proud of?"

His voice wasn’t loud, but to the ears of Jiang Ziyou, a True Martial Realm Ninth Stage cultivator, it was perfectly clear.

The smile on Jiang Ziyou’s face didn’t fade as her icy gaze fell upon Nalan Qiantian. She said coolly, "Kneel. Apologize. And slap your own face."

"Are... are you talking to me?" Nalan Qiantian flared up.

He was the Young Mansion Master of Cangyun Mansion, a prodigy with an Earth-tier Martial Soul! How could he kneel before a woman, apologize, and slap his own face?

"Kneel!"

Jiang Ziyou suddenly thrust a palm through the air.

HUM—

The palm’s light was dark and sinister, as if it had come from the Nine Netherworld. A terrifying pressure bore down on him.

Nalan Qiantian didn’t even have time to resist before the palm strike forced him to his knees. His knees slammed heavily onto the ground, causing him to grimace in pain.

Jiang Ziyou’s cold voice rang out again. "Slap your own face, or I will personally cripple your cultivation. Don’t doubt my words. Even if I were to kill you right here, no one would dare say a single word against me!"

Domineering and insufferably arrogant!

Faced with such a tyrannical Jiang Ziyou, Nalan Qiantian struggled for a moment before finally choosing to submit. He began to slap himself across the face, one strike after another.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!—

Both his cheeks were already swollen. His eyes were bloodshot like an enraged bull’s as he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Sister, I’m sorry. Please forgive me..."

"Begging for forgiveness? You think just saying the words is enough?" Jiang Ziyou snorted coldly. "Three kneelings and nine kowtows. Beg for my forgiveness with sincerity!"

"You’re going too far..."

Nalan Qiantian’s eyes blazed with fury as he snarled.

"Too far? Hahaha, so what if I, Jiang Ziyou, am bullying you? What can you do about it? I’ll give you three breaths. If you don’t kowtow and beg for my forgiveness, I might just change my mind. As it happens, I’m about to become a Core Disciple, and I’m in need of a sacrifice!" A sinister light flickered in Jiang Ziyou’s eyes as she spoke, word by deliberate word.

A chill swept over Nalan Qiantian. Frustration, humiliation, despair...

Faced with Jiang Ziyou’s tyranny and arrogance, faced with the threat of death, he chose to submit once more.

His head slammed heavily against the ground—THUD, THUD, THUD. He gritted his teeth and forced out the words, one by one, "Nalan Qiantian begs for Senior Sister Jiang’s forgiveness!"

"Hahaha! Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll let you off this time!"

Jiang Ziyou laughed heartily, her smooth chin held high. Like a proud swan, she strode forward, ignoring Lin Feifei’s dark expression as she walked straight into the Earth Martial Hall.

Outside the Earth Martial Hall,

the crowd was completely silent. Their gazes toward Nalan Qiantian were filled with a hint of pity and sympathy.

Nalan Qiantian’s face was grim. He remained silent.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes. Jiang Ziyou’s power just now had astonished him. ’Jiang Ziyou... To think that in just one short year, she’s already broken through to the True Martial Realm Ninth Stage. Her cultivation speed is truly incredible!’

"Jiang Chen, this woman is no simple character. You must be careful!" the Black Emperor’s voice sounded in his ear.

Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. "I know she’s not simple. I almost fell into her trap back then. But... no matter how strong she becomes, she won’t escape my grasp. In another month or so, it will be time for the Celestial Fate Hunting. I will crush her under my foot, fair and square!"

"You can’t be careless. I sense a familiar aura from this woman. If I’m not mistaken, she might have *that* kind of constitution. If she really does, you must be extra cautious!" The Black Emperor’s voice was unusually grave.

Jiang Chen was surprised. "You’re not mistaken, are you? Jiang Ziyou’s talent is decent, but she only has a Profound Tier Ninth Grade Martial Soul..."

"Profound Tier Ninth Grade? No, that’s not right. This Emperor just sensed that her Martial Soul is clearly Earth Tier Ninth Grade. Holy shit! It seems my earlier guess was correct. She really does have *that* kind of constitution!" The Black Emperor looked astonished. "I never thought I’d encounter such a constitution here."

"What kind of constitution is it?" Jiang Chen asked quickly.

’The Black Emperor has always been proud and aloof. For a constitution to shock even him... could it be that Jiang Ziyou is truly different?’

The Black Emperor took a deep breath and said, "Her constitution is called the Profound Yin Body. The Celestial Demon Emperor Venerable once encountered such a monster. Experts with this constitution are the best Furnace Cauldrons for dual cultivation. However, for geniuses with this body, the Profound Yin Power within them is so overwhelming that even after their Martial Soul awakens, its true form is suppressed. Only by using a Secret Technique can the Martial Soul be restored to its original state. This Emperor was only guessing before, but after what you’ve said, I am certain she has this constitution!"

"Profound Yin Body? It suppresses the Martial Soul’s true form?"

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded.

He had previously wondered why Lan Haichen, the dignified Holy Son, would take an interest in Jiang Ziyou.

Now, he finally understood!

Lan Haichen was after Jiang Ziyou’s constitution—the Profound Yin Body, the perfect Furnace Cauldron for dual cultivation!

No wonder Lan Haichen placed so much importance on and invested so much in cultivating Jiang Ziyou.

"Hmph! So what if you have Lan Haichen as your backer? When the Celestial Fate Hunting begins, I will crush you under my foot right in front of him!" Jiang Chen clenched his fists, his eyes blazing.

At the same time...

Within the Earth Martial Hall, the twenty-fifth floor lit up.

Jiang Ziyou walked out of the Earth Martial Hall, a look of pride on her face. She looked at Lin Feifei and said indifferently, "Senior Sister Lin, I have been promoted to a Core Disciple and must now go see the Holy Son. When the Celestial Fate Hunting arrives, I will have to ask for your guidance. As for the top ten prodigy positions in the Outer Sect, I’ll be reserving one for myself!"

’So wild, so arrogant, so insufferable!’

’To directly announce that she’s reserving one of the top ten prodigy spots in the Outer Sect—isn’t that a direct challenge to Senior Sister Lin?’

Lin Feifei’s expression turned cold. She said flatly, "Then I will be waiting for your challenge, Junior Sister."

"Hahaha..."

Jiang Ziyou let out a hearty laugh, then soared into the sky and vanished into the clouds.

Lin Feifei stared grimly in the direction Jiang Ziyou had departed, a cold light flickering in her eyes. Her expression was utterly foul as she announced coldly, "Next group..."