28: Holy Son of the Holy Land? He's just a little brother in front of my disciple.

"Rumble—!"

The sky was torn open.

Nine ferocious Dragons pulled a blindingly golden war chariot, crashing through the clouds above the Fallen Mountain Range with an extremely arrogant posture, and hovered over the dilapidated plaza of the Hidden God Sect.

The sounds of Dragons roared, and divine light shone everywhere.

The spectacle was even more exaggerated than an emperor's imperial tour.

Countless soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty who were "undergoing labor reform" at the foot of the mountain saw this scene. Terrified, they dropped their hoes and knelt to kowtow, thinking a Heavenly God had descended.

On the war chariot, golden curtains were blown open by the wind, revealing the figure sitting inside.

The Saint of the Taiyi Holy Land, Dao Yi.

He couldn't even be bothered to stand up, simply leaning back against a soft animal-hide cushion. He scanned the shabby thatched cottages below with a gaze looking down upon ants, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

"Is this the legendary Forbidden Ground?"

"Heh, it truly is a land of barbarians; it doesn't even have a decent Sect gate."

An old servant beside him understood his intent, immediately stepped forward, channeled his Dantian Qi, and let out a furious roar towards below that was loud enough to shatter stones:

"Where is the Sect Revered Master of the Hidden God Sect?!"

"The Saint of the Taiyi Holy Land from the Central Plains has arrived! Why have you lot not rolled out yet to kneel and welcome him!"

The sound wave, like a tangible shockwave, crashed down.

The already teetering thatched cottages finally succumbed to the impact of the sound wave, and with a "clatter," half of them collapsed.

...

Inside the main hall.

Li Daoxuan was lying on that creaking rocking chair, covered by a thin blanket, sleeping soundly, with a suspicious trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

These past few days, between taking in Disciples, destroying Sects, and farming, even with his Great Emperor body, he felt a bit exhausted and was just preparing to catch up on some sleep.

But as soon as he was halfway through his nap.

"Boom—!"

A loud noise almost shook him off the chair.

Immediately after came that highly piercing "roll out and welcome me."

Li Daoxuan's eyelid twitched.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in those originally sleepy pupils, a trace of extremely dangerous morning grumpiness instantly flashed.

"Which dog thing is it?"

"Not sleeping in the middle of the day, and shouting for souls here?"

Li Daoxuan sat up, rubbed his brow, and looked displeased.

He hated being woken up from sleep the most.

In his past life during school, if anyone dared to make loud noises while he was catching up on sleep, he would chase them down and curse them for three blocks.

"Revered Master!"

Xiao Chen, Shi Tian, and Leng Yanran rushed out from their respective rooms, all with serious expressions.

"There's a very arrogant guy outside who claims to be the Saint of the Taiyi Holy Land from the Central Plains," Xiao Chen said in a deep voice.

"The Central Plains?"

Li Daoxuan yawned, picked up an apple from the table, and took a "crunchy" bite.

"What are people from the Central Plains doing running to our backwater place? Poverty alleviation?"

"No…" Leng Yanran looked at the nine Dragons in the sky, her eyes cold. "Judging by this posture, they are here to pick a fight."

"Oh, a challenge to the Sect then."

Li Daoxuan understood instantly.

It was this standard villain routine again.

He chewed the apple and waved his hand vaguely, looking like he couldn't be bothered to move.

"Alright, don't bother me with such trivial matters."

"Whoever has time, go out and handle it."

"Remember, make it quick; don't delay Revered Master's afternoon farming."

The three Disciples looked at each other.

Revered Master's heart is too big, right?

That's a Saint from the Central Plains!

Looking at that aura, he is at least at the Golden Core Great Perfection, perhaps even a half-step Nascent Soul!

And those nine Dragons, each has the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage!

However, since Revered Master has spoken, he must be confident.

"Revered Master, let this Disciple go!"

Xiao Chen was the first to step out, his eyes filled with high Battle Intent.

Ever since his Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Stage, he hadn't had a proper fight yet.

It would be perfect to use this so-called Saint to practice and test the power of his "fruit knife."

"You go?"

Li Daoxuan glanced at him. "Fine. Remember what Revered Master taught you; what should you do when you go out?"

Xiao Chen immediately straightened his back and said loudly: "Hide three major Realms!"

"Very good." Li Daoxuan nodded with satisfaction. "Then what is your cultivation level to the outside world now?"

"Replying to Revered Master, this Disciple is currently at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Hiding three major Realms… does that make me a Mortal?" Xiao Chen scratched his head.

"No, a Mortal cannot fly up." Li Daoxuan shook his head. "How about this, just expose a little bit, let's go with Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Don't go too high; it wouldn't be good to scare the kid."

Xiao Chen: "…"

Leng Yanran: "…"

Shi Tian: "Revered Master, can I go and roast his mount?"

...

In mid-air.

The Taiyi Saint Dao Yi waited for a long time, but no one came out from below.

He frowned slightly, feeling a bit impatient.

"What is going on? Are the people in this crappy Sect deaf?"

"Or are they so scared by this Saint's reputation that they dare not come out?"

The old servant was about to call out again.

Suddenly.

A figure slowly flew out from the largest thatched cottage (the main hall) below.

It was a youth wearing coarse linen clothes, stepping on an unremarkable iron sword, flying up wobblily.

His flight posture was crooked, like a novice who had just learned sword flight, making people terrified, fearing he would fall from the sky the next second.

"Just… just one?"

The old servant was stunned.

Dao Yi was also stunned.

The scene they imagined was the Hidden God Sect Revered Master leading the entire Sect to kneel and welcome them tremblingly.

The result?

They only sent out such a frail-looking little Disciple?

Who is this insulting?!

Dao Yi's face instantly darkened.

He couldn't even be bothered to speak, simply scanning him with his Divine Sense.

[Foundation Establishment Early Stage]

Pfft—

Dao Yi almost laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha!"

He finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud, his laughter filled with contempt and absurdity.

"An ant at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage?"

"Is your Hidden God Sect out of people? Sending such trash out to die?"

"This Saint is at the Golden Core Great Perfection! One finger of mine can crush you to death ten thousand times!"

The followers on the golden war chariot also burst into laughter.

"Laughing to death, the Eastern Wasteland is indeed a land of barbarians; they can't even send out a decent expert."

"This kid must be scared silly, right? Look at his sword-flying posture; I bet he won't last three seconds."

Facing the mockery that filled the sky.

Xiao Chen hovered in mid-air, his expression unchanged.

He just quietly watched the youth sitting in the golden war chariot, who looked like a god, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

This kind of gaze made Dao Yi very displeased.

He hated this kind of gaze.

When an ant looks up at a god, it should be fearful, it should be in awe, not like now, calm as if looking at a stone.

"Kid, state your name."

Dao Yi restrained his laughter, his voice becoming icy.

"This Saint does not kill nobodies."

Xiao Chen slowly raised his hand and pressed it onto the long object on his back wrapped in rags.

"Hidden God Sect, head Disciple, Xiao Chen."

He paused, lifted his eyelids, met Dao Yi's high-and-mighty gaze, and his tone was equally flat.

"Come to… send you on your way."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place burst into laughter.

"Send our Saint on his way? Is this kid awake yet?"

"Crazy, absolutely crazy!"

Dao Yi was also so angry he laughed. He shook his head, as if he had lost his last bit of patience.

"Fine."

"Since you are courting death yourself, this Saint will fulfill your wish."

"Make your move; I will give you three moves."

"Lest it get out that my Taiyi Holy Land bullied a bumpkin from the Eastern Wasteland."

Xiao Chen did not speak.

He just slowly, inch by inch, drew the sword on his back.

It was a… rusted iron sword.

The blade was full of notches, the hilt was wrapped in rags, and it looked even worse than a Fire Poker.

The moment he saw this sword, Dao Yi's smile became even broader.

"This is your weapon?"

"Hahahaha! This Saint has truly seen something new today!"

"You dare to challenge me with this kind of scrap metal?"

Xiao Chen ignored his mockery.

He gripped the hilt with both hands, holding the rusted iron sword horizontally across his chest.

Then, he raised his head, looked at the Saint who was still laughing wildly, and said indifferently:

"Whether it's scrap metal or not, we'll know after we fight."

"Also."

He paused, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp, and a long-sealed sharp energy soared into the sky.

"My Revered Master said."

"In front of me, there is no such thing as a Saint."

"Only… a little brother."