484: Chapter 484 The Heavenly Emperor (49)

Inside the Heavenly Emperors Tomb.

At this moment, many Prodigies from the Three Thousand Dao Provinces had already poured in.

After Ye Yun entered, he immediately used his Heavenly Eye in conjunction with his Heart Heavy Pupils to search for the primordial sacred fluid.

He soon found it, but the aura attached to that place was somewhat eerie. Ye Yun did not let Ye Wuchen and the other Ye Family Prodigies follow him, heading towards that direction alone.

...

In an ancient medicine garden shrouded by an ancient Formation, the Heavenly Martial Saintess cautiously moved through with several elites from the Sacred Dynasty.

The medicine garden was not large, but the Spiritual Qi was concentrated to the extreme.

The Saintess stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling upon a Spiritual Plant emitting a faint golden luster, momentarily losing herself.

In her mind, a dusty image surfaced uncontrollably.

That was a long time ago.

She was trapped in the boundless darkness of her Sea of Consciousness, her Divine Soul bound by black chains, her consciousness on the verge of collapse.

She thought she was going to die.

Just then, a beam of light appeared.

A young figure surrounded by golden light stepped out from the darkness and stood calmly before her.

He said.

"Don't be afraid, I am here."

That voice was more capable of calming one's heart than any Divine Ability.

He held her hand and led her out of that Divine Soul purgatory.

That hand was very warm.

Upon parting, he stood on the Ye Family's Flying Boat and left a sentence.

"When you can step into the Saint Realm by your own strength, come to the Ye Family to find me."

Saint Realm.

These two words, she had remembered for hundreds of years.

She did not have the talent of a peerless Prodigy, nor did she have a Heaven-Defying Bloodline.

All she had was a breath of Qi that she couldn't swallow.

Over several hundred years, she hunted Primordial Vicious Beasts, ventured into Forbidden Grounds that Saints dared not enter, and walked on the edge of life and death countless times, finally stepping into the Venerable Realm.

She was only one step away from the Saint Realm.

She would soon be qualified to stand by his side.

"Your Highness Saintess, a Pseudo-Saint-Grade Great Medicine has been discovered ahead!"

A voice interrupted her memories.

The Saintess snapped back to her senses and stepped forward quickly.

In the deepest part of the medicine garden, a divine medicine, entirely emerald green, was rooted in an ancient Spirit Stone, emitting a rich aura of life.

Nine-Rotation Soul-Returning Grass.

If she could refine it, it would be enough to take her Divine Soul to the next level, clearing the final obstacle for her charge into the Saint Realm.

A look of joy flashed in the Saintess's eyes, and she raised her hand, about to pick it.

Buzz!

An extremely sharp Saber Intent swept in from the entrance of the medicine garden without warning.

The Saintess's expression changed, and she immediately withdrew her hand and retreated.

But the Sacred Dynasty elites behind her were not so lucky.

Just being swept by the aftershock of the Saber Intent, the three of them spat blood simultaneously, were sent flying, and fainted.

"Who is it!"

The Saintess shouted, pushing the power of her Mystic Water Saint Physique to the limit as ice-blue Laws condensed into a shield in front of her.

Boom!

The protective Restriction at the medicine garden entrance was slashed open like paper.

A youth dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, carrying a narrow-bladed long saber as black as ink, walked in slowly.

Visible grey Saber Qi swirled around the blade's edge.

The youth entered the medicine garden, scanned the area, and finally landed his gaze on the Nine-Rotation Soul-Returning Grass, letting out a cold laugh.

"Not bad."

The Saintess stared intently at the newcomer.

She did not recognize this person, but that terrifying Saber Intent made even breathing difficult for her.

On the periphery of the medicine garden, some Prodigies hiding in the shadows saw the newcomer clearly and were so scared they didn't dare to breathe loudly.

"It's Xiao Qianjue! The Personal Disciple of the Mad Saber Great Emperor!"

"Why is this guy here too? Since entering the tomb, he has already crippled three Prodigies with 'great emperor talent'!"

"The Heavenly Martial Sacred Dynasty is a subsidiary force of the Ye Family. I heard this Saintess has a history with the Ye Family Imperial Scion... she's really walked right into it."

"The Mad Saber Great Emperor was defeated several times by the Desolate Heaven Great Emperor back then, which he regarded as his life's shame. This Disciple of his won't let anyone associated with the Ye Family off."

Inside the medicine garden.

Xiao Qianjue's gaze moved away from the divine medicine and landed on the Saintess, recognizing her Heavenly Martial Sacred Dynasty attire.

"Someone from the Heavenly Martial Sacred Dynasty?"

He tilted his head with a playful expression.

"A lapdog of the Ye Family."

The Saintess's fist instantly clenched.

Xiao Qianjue sized her up again, seemingly remembering some rumors.

"You're that follower of the Ye Family Imperial Scion? The one who was saved by him back then and insisted on following him ever since?"

The Saintess did not answer.

Xiao Qianjue smiled, his tone full of disdain.

"Only this much ability? The son of the Desolate Heaven Great Emperor has such poor taste. Your Ye Family, from the Great Emperor to the Imperial Scion, and then to the followers, is a lineage of trash."

The Saintess's gaze turned completely cold.

Xiao Qianjue walked to the Nine-Rotation Soul-Returning Grass and slammed the narrow-bladed long saber into the ground.

Buzz!

A terrifying Saber Intent spread out from the saber, turning into an invisible cage that pinned the Saintess firmly in place.

The Saber Intent constantly eroded her Divine Soul, like ten thousand ants gnawing at her bones.

The Saintess groaned, kneeling on one knee, her face instantly turning pale.

But she gritted her teeth hard and didn't make a sound.

Xiao Qianjue sat on a rock, crossing his legs, his voice lazily echoing throughout the area.

"Give that Imperial Scion of the Ye Family one day."

"If he comes, let him personally come and take my saber."

"If he doesn't come—"

He glanced at the Saintess.

"This woman's Divine Soul will be extinguished."

...

The news spread rapidly.

Countless Prodigies were attracted by this explosive news and rushed over from all directions.

But when they saw that long saber emitting terrifying Saber Intent, everyone consciously stood a hundred feet away, and no one dared to step forward.

In another area.

Xiang Tian was searching through a collapsed ancient hall when a Hegemon Palace Disciple rushed over to inform him of the matter.

Xiang Tian frowned.

"Xiao Qianjue? If he wants to find trouble with Ye Yun, he should go to the source. What kind of skill is it to bully a woman?"

He snorted and turned back to continue searching, but after a couple of moves, his actions stopped again, as if he had thought of something.

...

In another place.

Ye Wuchen received the news through the Family Jade Talisman, his face turning ashen.

"Where is the Imperial Scion? Have you contacted him?"

"No, the Imperial Scion is in the deeper layers of the tomb, and the signal is blocked by an Emperor-Grade Restriction."

Ye Wuchen clenched his fist.

"Damn it..."

...

Medicine garden.

A day had passed.

Ye Yun had not appeared.

More and more onlookers gathered, but the scene became quieter and quieter.

The Saintess was in a very bad state.

After a day of Saber Intent erosion, her Divine Soul was already teetering, her face so white it lacked any trace of color, but her eyes remained open.

Xiao Qianjue stood up.

He patted the dust off his pants, walked to the long saber, and pulled it out.

The Saber Intent cage dissipated.

The Saintess lost her support and fell forward, but she used both hands to firmly prop herself up on the ground, not letting herself fall flat.

Xiao Qianjue looked at her and shook his head.

"Boring."

Carrying his saber, he walked step by step toward the Saintess.

"Since your Imperial Scion isn't coming, then you have no value in staying alive."

Everyone held their breath.

The Saintess looked up at the approaching blade's edge.

Very pale.

But she didn't close her eyes.

Imperial Scion... she hadn't stepped into the Saint Realm yet.

She was not yet qualified to stand by his side.

She was unwilling.

Xiao Qianjue raised his hand, the grey Saber Intent condensing to the extreme.

At this critical moment.

Bang!

A massive fist whistled in from the side without any warning.

That fist slammed solidly into Xiao Qianjue's face.

He was sent flying horizontally, plowing a deep trench dozens of feet long in the ground before barely stopping.

The entire place was silent.

Everyone's eyes widened.

The Saintess was also stunned.

She instinctively looked toward the person who had acted.

It was not the golden Qi and blood she had imagined.

The fist of the person who acted was wrapped in a thick layer of Overbearing Power with a bronze luster.

A burly youth withdrew his fist, rolled his wrist, and stood in front of the Saintess.

In the distance, Xiao Qianjue rose from the ruins, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Who are you?"

The youth grinned.

"A real man... what kind of skill is it to bully a weak woman?"

He cracked his knuckles.

"You want to play? I'll play with you?"