The Prodigies War

“Okay.” Lin Xun readily agreed.

Qing Yunyang no longer hesitated and led the way.

On the way, Lin Xun learned that other than the many influential figures of various clans who would attend the treasure auction, many outstanding young geniuses such as Qing Yunyang would also be there.

Among them, many were top figures comparable to saints. Every one of them had a remarkable identity.

Qing Yunyang had received an invitation to a gathering among the younger generations of various clans.

A quarter of an hour later, Drunken Immortals Tower.

The entire place had been reserved, and elite guards were standing guard outside the building. Those without an invitation were refused entry.

“You must not cause trouble,” Qing Yunyang urged again as they arrived. He couldn’t help but worry about Lin Xun stirring more trouble.

It was understandable. Lin Xun was the demon god youngster. The consequences of his trouble would be extremely serious!

It was a gathering of the younger generations of various major clans. Who would be able to take responsibility for any conflict happening there?

In Qing Yunyang’s view, Lin Xun was a dangerous and ruthless person who would kill without mercy at the slightest disagreement. He couldn’t help but repeatedly warn him.

Lin Xun found it a little funny on the other hand. Am I the kind of person who likes to cause trouble?

To avoid attracting attention, he had even disguised himself before he set foot on Yunpeng Island and had tried to curb his usual temperament. He acted ordinary and simple to not bring any attention to himself.

He had no other choice. If his identity was exposed, then there would be serious consequences.

Therefore, Lin Xun didn’t need Qing Yunyang to remind him to not stir trouble.

Still, Lin Xun solemnly agreed to Qing Yunyang’s request.

“Oh, it’s the Azure Turtle Clan Saint, please go in!”

After inspection at the door, the guards allowed Lin Xun and Qing Yunyang into the Drunken Immortals House.

……

The highest floor of Drunken Immortal House was a grand and spacious hall large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

It provided a stunning view of half of Yunpeng Island.

When Lin Xun and the others arrived, the hall was already full of cultivators, all of whom were leaders of the younger generation.

The men were handsome, and the women were beautiful. They were all dressed differently, but they all had an equally strong aura around them. Almost all were at the Heaven Ascension Stage!

Lin Xun couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.

In the Ziyao Empire, a great Heaven Ascension Stage cultivator such as Yao Tuohai could terrify an area and awe countless cultivators. But in the Spirit Burial Sea, Heaven Ascension experts were found everywhere, and many of which were within the younger generation.

The cultivation world of the Ziyao Empire couldn’t compare to the Spirit Burial Sea based on quantity alone.

As soon as they arrived at the main hall entrance, a young man with purple hair and a cold and stern expression frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Qing Yunyang’s late arrival. “Young Master Yunyang, what took you so long?”

To Lin Xun’s surprise, Qing Yunyang, who was always proud, seemed afraid of the young man. He explained awkwardly, “Sorry, I…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, quickly come in!” the purple-haired youth impatiently interrupted his sentence and didn’t glance at Qing Yunyang again.

Qing Yunyang frowned, seemingly annoyed, but he suppressed his emotions in the end and took Lin Xun to sit in the corner of the hall.

The corner seats were the only remaining seats.

Lin Xun couldn’t help but ponder the situation. But he didn’t ask any more questions as he knew it wasn’t appropriate.

The main hall was very lively with young leaders of various clans gathered inside, drinking and chatting.

“Speaking of the treasure auction, although it is grand, only the older generation of influential figures are allowed to participate in it and it has little to do with us.” a young man in a black robe said aloud, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.

Lin Xun could tell that all the gazes were more or less tinged with fear and awe.

The black-robed youngster no doubt had an extraordinary status and identity, superior to many young geniuses of various clans.

Qing Yunyang whispered to Lin Xun, his voice mingled with a hint of fear, “He is Luo Ya, the saint of the Black Phoenix Clan. Among the saints in the Southern Burial Sea, he could be ranked in the top thirty for his tremendous strength.”

“Oh, how is he compared to Niu Tuntian from the Herculean Demon Bull Clan?” asked Lin Xun.

The corners of Qing Yunyang’s lips twitched, and he almost rolled his eyes. He had forgotten that the guy beside him was also a ruthless and fierce character.

“They can’t be compared. Niu Tuntian is a top supreme saint and could be ranked in the top three,” Qing Yunyang patiently explained, feeling bitter. Regardless of how amazing he described the saints, they likely were inferior to the youngster beside him.

“Then—“ Lin Xun corrected, “If you say that, that guy should be at the same level as Kong Xiu, the saint of the Cloud Hou Clan, right?”

Qing Yunyang’s forehead wrinkled. He was at a loss for words. “Kong Xiu is so strong that he can be ranked in the top ten. How can Luo Ya compare with Kong Xiu?”

“No way, then how is he compared to the saint of the Jade Qilin Clan?” Lin Xun asked again.

Qing Yunyang almost had a breakdown. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out. The saints that he mentioned are all incredibly strong! How can Luo Ya compare to them?

Qing Yunyang found it most irritating that he was not as good as Luo Ya, which meant he was the worst of them all!

Lin Xun became more confused when he saw that Qing Yunyang didn’t answer him. “Don’t tell me…that he is worse than Lin Lang, the saintess of the Blood Lion Clan?”

Qing Yunyang was about to cry.

Big brother, stop asking, please forgive me, okay?

“He is indeed inferior.”

Lin Xun couldn’t help from feeling amused. He had thought that there would be many extraordinary figures participating in the gathering. It turned out that he had overestimated the gathering.

“That’s right, your social circle must be around the same level as you. Apologies for misunderstanding,” Lin Xun said thoughtfully.

The truth pierced deep into Qing Yunyang’s heart like a blade.

He reddened with shame. This guy…is so infuriating!

“Although the treasure auction has nothing to do with us, I have an important matter to discuss with you at this gathering.” Luo Ya donned a solemn expression as he sat on the main seat. He condescendingly swept a glance over everyone, enjoying the attention.

“I wonder what could alarm Big Brother Luo?” asked a youngster.

Luo Ya said aloud, “Everyone must have heard about the demon god youngster. I want to discuss that person!”

Demon god youngster!

The title stilled everyone in the hall as though it had magical powers. Their expressions dramatically changed, and the atmosphere also subsequently changed.

Undoubtedly, they had heard about the demon god youngster’s ruthless deeds.

Qing Yunyang stiffened, and his hands were quivering so much that the cup in his hand almost dropped. Demon god youngster!

The discussion is going to be related to the guy beside me!

All of a sudden, Qing Yunyang’s chest tensed up. He couldn’t help but glance at Lin Xun, only to see him calmly enjoying a piece of cake like nothing had happened.

That guy…how can he remain so composed…

Qing Yunyang suddenly felt a strong urge to crack open Lin Xun’s head to see what he was thinking.

Is he not worried at all?

Is he not nervous?

What if his identity is exposed?

Qing Yunyang’s heart churned with worry.

“Don’t think about it. The more you are like this, the more unusual you look and the easier it is for people to notice,” Lin Xun sent a voice message to Qing Yunyang.

Qing Yunyang’s heart trembled violently and his expression slightly altered. He realized that he had lost his composure.