74: Son of the Divine Soul Sect

After Yang Xue, hundreds more were tested, and most were still unremarkable Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators.

Until that Black-robed Young Man appeared.

“Holy cow!”

“Look, who is that?”

“The Divine Soul Sect’s Divine Son, Yin Mingshang!”

“It seems it wasn’t just a rumor; it’s true, he really came.”

Both at the Peak of the Golden Core Realm, Yin Mingshang’s entrance was much livelier than Yang Xue’s.

There was no other way; to make a name for oneself, it wasn’t just about strength, but also background.

Yin Mingshang was born with a silver spoon in his mouth; as the new generation leader of the Divine Soul Sect, he had enjoyed endless glory since childhood and was once hailed as the number one Genius in the Eastern Region.

The Divine Soul Sect is located in the Netherworld Realm, in the far west of the Eastern Region.

In the eyes of all Cultivators in the Eastern Region, the Divine Soul Sect was full of mystery.

They used demonic methods to attain the Dao and ghosts as immortals, treading a different path from ordinary people in their Cultivation.

They were inherently cruel, often resorting to mass slaughter at the slightest disagreement.

Both their Cultivation Techniques and their methods were heavily criticized.

Despite the criticism, the Divine Soul Sect had been established for millions of years and had always been one of the most powerful forces in the Eastern Region, so no matter how the Divine Soul Sect acted, others could do nothing about them.

As for the other top forces in the Eastern Region, they didn’t care about the Divine Soul Sect’s actions, as long as their own interests were not threatened.

Yin Mingshang glanced around indifferently, and the people below bowed their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

When his gaze met Yang Yun’s, time seemed to stand still.

“Hmm?”

Yin Mingshang looked at Yang Yun with an indifferent expression, as if looking at a dead man, and the atmosphere gradually solidified. The crowd below quickly moved far away from Yang Yun, fearing being implicated.

Shangguan Yi, seeing Yin Mingshang being so presumptuous, leaped up directly, “Brat, how dare you! Get your dog eyes off him!”

Everyone gasped, looking incredulously at Shangguan Yi, who had flown onto the platform.

“Holy cow, he dares to talk to the Divine Son like that, unbelievable!”

“How bold!”

“Who is this person?”

“I don’t know.”

“He seems to be the servant of that white-clothed man.”

“What? Even a servant is that amazing?”

Immediately after, everyone’s eyes turned to Yang Yun, because they knew Shangguan Yi was standing up for Yang Yun.

“This person has no Cultivation at all; could he be a Mortal?”

“He is a Mortal.”

“An ignorant fellow.”

“Alas, ignorant fellow, be more careful in your next life.”

The crowd below murmured, mostly mocking Yang Yun.

Just as Shangguan Yi was pointing and roaring at Yin Mingshang, several Black-robed Old Men suddenly pounced from all directions.

“How dare you!”

“To dare to contradict our Divine Soul Sect’s Divine Son, your crime is unforgivable!”

The leading Black-robed Old Man stood beside Yin Mingshang and asked with concern, “Your Highness Divine Son, are you alright?”

Yin Mingshang waved his hand, “I’m fine.”

Then, with a murderous gaze, he stared at Shangguan Yi and Yang Yun, “Old Du, kill them for me.”

“Your humble servant obeys.”

Du Wuhen condensed his vital Qi, and a black evil Qi enveloped his body. Just as he was about to attack Shangguan Yi, a figure flashed across the sky and landed on the circular platform.

“Stop!”

“I am Elder Xin Shanhe of the Southern Palace. During the Tianjiao Tournament, no fighting is allowed in the city.”

“Violators will die!”

Then, a powerful surge of vital Qi immediately pressed down, and the black evil Qi on Du Wuhen’s body instantly vanished.

“Void Refining Peak!”

Du Wuhen, who was at the Early Stage of Void Refining, was helpless and could only suppress his anger, glaring at Shangguan Yi and Yang Yun.

“Today, I will give Elder Xin some Face. After the Assembly, I will ensure you both die without a burial place.”

Although Shangguan Yi was one Realm lower than Du Wuhen, still at the Peak of Soul Transformation, with Yang Yun present, he was not afraid at all.

“Oh, oh, oh, I’m so scared of you, you’re so amazing!”

“And die without a burial place? By then, I’ll let you know that there are always people beyond people, and Heavens beyond Heavens.”

“Hmph, a stubborn duck’s mouth.”

Du Wuhen had long seen through Shangguan Yi’s Realm, so he naturally assumed Shangguan Yi was just relying on Xin Shanhe to be verbally aggressive.

Yin Mingshang had never endured such humiliation. Since childhood, there was no one he couldn’t kill.

“Elder Xin, I am Yin Mingshang. Today, give this Divine Son some Face. I want to kill these two thoughtless beings.”

Xin Shanhe was slightly surprised to hear it was Yin Mingshang.

“So it’s Divine Son Yin Mingshang. It’s not that I won’t give you Face.”

“These are the rules set by our Palace Lord, and I dare not set this precedent. Please, Your Highness, do not make things difficult for me.”

“Hmph.”

Yin Mingshang snorted coldly, gave Shangguan Yi and Yang Yun a cold glance, and then stepped onto the circular platform.

“Twenty-five years old, Golden Core Peak.”

After leaving his mark, Yin Mingshang flicked his sleeve and departed.

Du Wuhen glared fiercely at Yang Yun and Shangguan Yi again, then followed with several Black-robed people.

Yang Yun, from beginning to end, did not say a word, merely watching Du Wuhen and Yin Mingshang perform with a faint expression.

He had originally thought he would have to expose himself in front of Yang Xue, but unexpectedly, Xin Shanhe had appeared halfway through.

Seeing Yang Yun looking at him, Xin Shanhe shook his head and looked at Yang Yun.

“Since you’ve provoked Yin Mingshang, don’t bother participating in the Assembly. You should run away quickly, or it will be too late after the Assembly ends.”

Yang Yun smiled, “Thank you for the reminder. We have our own plans, so don’t trouble yourself.”

Xin Shanhe glanced at Yang Yun and the others, said nothing more, and then flashed away.

Yang Xue never left Yang Yun’s side from beginning to end, instead standing tightly in front of him to protect him.

She knew that Yang Yun was a Mortal with a Mortal body, and a slight carelessness could lead to him being injured or even killed by these powerful Cultivators.

Ji Wufeng and Wang Tianya, though their bodies trembled continuously, still did not leave Yang Yun’s side.

Yang Xue grabbed Yang Yun’s hand, anxious to run outside, but Yang Yun immediately pulled her back.

“Xue’er, what are you doing? Oh dear.”

Tears welled in Yang Xue’s eyes, “Imperial Brother, that person is very powerful, and he said he wouldn’t let you go. Let’s leave quickly. I don’t want to participate in this Tianjiao Tournament anymore.”

Yang Yun was speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond.

Just then, a familiar figure slowly approached from the side.

“Young Miss, your talent is so high, you will definitely win first place.”

“At that time, many major forces will invite you to join, and once you join those top Sects, you naturally won’t have to fear that Yin Mingshang anymore.”

Yang Yun looked and saw it was the waiter from the Dragon Gate Inn, “It’s you, little brother, why are you here?”

The waiter grinned, “This Tianjiao Tournament is a grand event for all Cultivators in the Eastern Region, so I naturally didn’t want to miss it.”

“Today, I just wanted to see how amazing these Prodigies truly are.”

“I never expected this Young Miss to be such a Genius; it’s truly admirable.”

Yang Yun felt at this moment that the spirit crystals he had tipped yesterday were too little; this waiter was truly eloquent and had become his mouthpiece.

After hearing the waiter’s words, Yang Xue nodded firmly, “I want to be first.”

“Alright.”

Yang Yun smiled, “That’s the spirit.”