Chapter 432: From Martial Contest to Seeking Guidance
“Five Heavenly Origin cultivators!”
The onlookers in the plaza gasped when five figures suddenly appeared on the stage.
“Isn’t that Daozi Qingfeng of the Mysterious View Temple? He reached the seventh layer of the Heavenly Origin Realm within just sixty years—a rare young genius indeed.”
“Qingfeng Daoist is impressive, but Songyangshou of Great Sun Mountain is even stronger. He’s only two years older, yet two realms higher in cultivation.”
“……”
As the crowd discussed heatedly, their gazes all turned toward the arrogant young man on stage.
Many wore amused expressions, ready to watch the show unfold.
Only the Feng family members looked uneasy, glancing instinctively toward the prodigy seated in the stands from South Sea Dragon Palace.
Unfortunately, that prodigy showed no intention of stepping in.
“Boy, show your true ability! Let us see who gave you the courage to challenge the geniuses of the world!”
Songyangshou spoke in a deep voice.
Although he disdained cooperating with the others, this youth was simply too arrogant—better to teach him a quick lesson first.
“Geniuses?”
Ye Beixuan showed a puzzled expression, then asked indifferently, “You all think you’re worthy of that title?”
As his words fell, a surge of Path Union Realm pressure burst from his body, enveloping the entire arena.
Under that overwhelming force, the faces of those on stage twisted in disbelief as they stared at him in shock.
He clearly looked younger than all of them, yet his cultivation was far superior.
“Immeasurable Celestial Lord.”
Qingfeng Daoist clasped his hands in salute. “I am Qingfeng of the Mysterious View Temple. May I ask how to address you, Daoist friend? To possess such strength at your age—you must be one of Xuanzhou’s top prodigies. Why must you mock us like this?”
“I am Ye Beixuan.”
After introducing himself, Ye Beixuan continued, “Daoist Qingfeng, you overpraise me. I have trained under the Great Sage Qiankun for over twenty years, yet within the mountain I am merely an unknown disciple. Each time I witness the brilliance of my Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, I feel utterly inferior. The word ‘prodigy’ is far beyond my reach.”
Hiss—
The entire audience sucked in a breath of cold air.
The Great Sage Qiankun was a being who could strike down Saints—a legend among sages. It was said that when Qiankun remained secluded, no other Great Sage in the world dared to claim first.
If anyone else had spoken these words, people would have thought he was bluffing.
But recalling his two senior brothers who were famous across the world, the statement suddenly seemed entirely plausible.
The Feng family members were completely dumbfounded.
Feng Fu slowly turned toward his daughter and asked, “Qiongyu, why didn’t you tell your father that your Dao companion is the direct disciple of the Great Sage Qiankun?”
“Father, you never gave me the chance to say so!”
Feng Qiongyu replied timidly, stealing a glance at her mother.
Feng Mu immediately said with a stern face, “Exactly! Ever since Qiongyu came home, when have you shown her a kind face? I wanted to tell you, but you forbade me from even mentioning Beixuan. Hmph.”
Feng Fu: “……”
The family’s conversation was heard word for word by everyone from the Feng clan, leaving their expressions strangely complicated.
The most miserable of all was Feng Yanxiang, who looked at the scene before him and suddenly thought—so the fool was me all along?
The cultivators on the stage were completely stunned.
Now, neither staying nor leaving felt right. In strength, they couldn’t match him; in background, they were utterly crushed.
At this moment, Songyangshou clasped his hands and said respectfully, “I have heard that the Great Sage Qiankun stands peerless across ancient and modern times, mastering all paths under heaven. May I ask, Daoist friend, would you be willing to offer this junior a few pointers today?”
Ye Beixuan’s lips curved slightly as he looked at the man with newfound regard. This fellow had first praised his master, then cleverly asked for guidance—quite perceptive.
“Of course,” Ye Beixuan said calmly. “Among the disciples of Wendao Academy, there are many whose cultivation matches yours. Since we meet on this stage today, it must be fate.”
Songyangshou’s face lit up with delight. He clasped his hands respectfully. “Many thanks, Senior Ye.”
The surrounding cultivators changed expressions upon hearing this, their gazes toward Songyangshou shifting entirely.
Who would have thought that this supposedly upright, dignified man would act like this? Clearly, they had misjudged him.
Qingfeng Daoist also spoke up. “Senior, might you offer me some guidance as well?”
“You may,” Ye Beixuan said with a pleasant smile.
“I’d like to receive instruction too!”
“Senior, please guide me as well!”
“……”
In an instant, the entire scene on the arena changed. The martial contest for marriage had somehow turned into a lesson-seeking session.
The Feng family’s expressions grew especially strange—this outcome was entirely beyond their expectations.
As for the spectators, they were thrilled rather than confused. They had come precisely to witness the brilliance of these so-called prodigies.
Now that Ye Beixuan was willing to demonstrate his power, it was more than they could have hoped for. Some even wished to join the stage and seek instruction themselves.
After all, Ye Beixuan was an elder of Wendao Academy. To receive guidance from such a formidable figure would surely bring great enlightenment.
“Very well, then all of you come at once.”
As Ye Beixuan spoke, he leaped into the sky.
The cultivators on the stage followed, soaring upward before attacking him together.
Boom!
Before their attacks could even brush his robes, they were halted by the primordial light radiating from his body.
Ye Beixuan spoke calmly, “Songyangshou, your Great Songyang Palm has form but lacks essence. In my view, a true Great Songyang Palm should look like this.”
He thrust out a palm. The strike differed entirely from Songyangshou’s earlier one—the power, rhythm, and Dao resonance were on a completely different level.
The palm dissipated just before reaching Songyangshou, its intent lingering.
Songyangshou closed his eyes, quietly comprehending the profundity within.
“Daoist Qingfeng, as for you…”
While speaking, Ye Beixuan manifested sword qi imbued with the meaning of primordial creation, using it to demonstrate and guide the other cultivators.
Moments later, they all bowed deeply toward him.
“Many thanks for your instruction, Senior Ye. We are utterly convinced of your superiority. May Senior Ye and Lady Feng be joined in eternal harmony.”
Ye Beixuan clasped his hands in return before descending to the stage.
The crowd in the plaza was left dumbfounded. None had expected Ye Beixuan to display mastery over so many techniques simultaneously. Could he truly be the once-in-an-era genius spoken of in ancient legends?
Though curiosity burned in their hearts, none dared to ask further—it was clearly his secret.
Ye Beixuan stood quietly upon the stage, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he asked indifferently, “Is there anyone else who wishes to exchange pointers with me, Ye Beixuan?”
At the South Sea Dragon Palace’s viewing area, a young man exchanged a look with the tall figure standing behind him.
The latter immediately understood. After bowing slightly to the young man, he took a step forward and descended onto the stage.
The moment he appeared, he announced, “I am Ao Ding of the South Sea Dragon Palace, here on behalf of the Ninth Prince to witness Daoist Ye’s brilliance. If Daoist Ye feels this is unfair, you may have one of Wendao Academy’s experts take your place.”
As soon as he spoke, an uproar swept through the audience.
“Ao Ding! He’s the Azure Wave Marquis, the Bibo Banner General of the South Sea Dragon Palace!”
“It seems the Dragon Palace can’t stay still any longer. But who from Wendao Academy will respond?”
“……”
Ye Beixuan examined him carefully and smiled. “No need to call for assistance. However, this arena is far too small—you and I wouldn’t be able to move freely. How about we take this battle to the skies?”
As his words fell, the entire plaza once again fell silent…
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