mtl008 Chapter 1950
Chapter 1950
He asked in confusion, "I heard that the Yao Guang Holy Land has sent eighteen holy sons and holy daughters this time, but our Jue Qing Holy Land, including myself and Zi Xian, only has seven holy sons... Can't we put together another five-person team to go into battle?"
Elder Xiyue shook her head with a wry smile, lightly tapping the railing of the warship with her fingertips, her voice filled with helplessness:
"Among the direct disciples, the strongest is Bai Qianhuan's team - even they were defeated. The remaining disciples either lacked the necessary cultivation level or their techniques were countered, making them no match for the five from the Nine Netherworlds."
"Not necessarily." Chen Xuan suddenly smiled, raised his hand and waved behind him, his voice filled with certainty, "I have a team here, maybe they can do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, five figures emerged from the back of the warship and quickly stood beside Chen Xuan. Leading them was Qing Tian Yu'er, dressed in green, holding a green divine sword whose tassel swayed gently in the wind.
Beside her, Zi Mo had her long hair simply tied up, and held a star chart in her palm, with star patterns flowing endlessly on the surface of the chart;
Lin Yuyao wore a goose-feather robe and held a golden-scaled arrow in her hand, her whole body radiating golden light;
Piaoxue was dressed in a long black dress, surrounded by fine, bone-chilling snowflakes.
Tianxing was clad in full-body armor, and his hands were adorned with a pair of top-grade dragon-patterned immortal gloves crafted by Chen Xuan himself—these were the gloves worn by his five Daoist partners.
Chen Xuan reached out and took Zi Mo and Tian Xing's hands. The warmth of his palms seeped through his sleeves, easing their tense shoulders. He looked up at the three elders, his voice firm and resolute:
"Of these five, Tianxing and Zimo are currently core disciples, but I guarantee with the honor of the Ruthless Saint that as long as they participate, they will definitely defeat Jin Hu, Yin Long, and the other four!"
"Nonsense!" Elder Qianzhan immediately frowned and objected.
“They’ve only been in the sect for a hundred years. Although they’ve made progress, the five from the Nine Netherworlds are all seasoned veterans, especially the Golden Tiger and Silver Dragon. Even Bai Qianhuan couldn’t handle them. If they lose again, it will make the other holy lands laugh at us and damage Jueqing’s prestige!”
Elder Li Yu also hesitated, his gaze falling on his disciple Qing Tian Yu'er, his eyes filled with worry – although Yu'er was his most prized disciple, she had never fought against an opponent at the level of a quasi-saint.
Just then, Elder Xiyue suddenly spoke, her gaze falling on Zimo. Although Zimo had his head down, the hand holding the star chart was as steady as a rock, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was like a burning flame, showing no fear whatsoever.
Xi Yue's heart stirred, and she raised her hand to interrupt Qian Zhan: "Since Chen Xuan is so confident, why don't we give them a chance?"
She paused, then slowly said, "Even if we lose, we won't lose the two points we already have. It's just a loss of reputation. In the past few hundred years, how many losses and humiliations has our Heartless Holy Land suffered? It won't make a difference if we lose this one."
Elder Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her words, raised her hand to ruffle Yu'er's hair, and spoke with a hint of teasing:
"Exactly! Instead of hiding in the warship and not daring to fight, let you go out and compete with the real prodigies of your generation. Even if you lose, you can see the gap and temper your Dao heart. It's better than just burying yourselves in cultivation."
These words made the five girls blush instantly, and Zi Mo gripped the sword hilt even tighter—did even their master think they would lose?
A surge of indomitable spirit welled up from the bottom of their hearts, and the five of them bowed respectfully to the three elders in unison, their voices ringing out with strength:
"Master, rest assured! Your disciple will never bring shame to the sect, nor will he tarnish the dignity of Jueqing! We will surely win this battle!"
Chen Xuan stepped forward and gave each of them a gentle head pat. The warmth of his palm seeped through their hair and into their scalps, easing their tense emotions considerably.
He simultaneously transmitted his voice into the minds of the others, his tone calm and steady: "Zi Mo, you are the core of this battle. Pay attention, do this, do this, and do this!"
Chen Xuan then looked at Tianxing, Piaoxue, and Lin Yuyao, "Tianxing, Yu'er, this battle is your battle to make a name for yourselves. It's time to show the results of your thousand years of hard work."
Upon hearing this, Tianxing immediately nodded excitedly.
"Yuyao, you don't need to rush out later. You just need to use the Holy Qilin Dharma Form to restrain the enemy's vanguard and protect Zimo and Piaoxue."
Upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, the group looked at him with confusion.
Chen Xuan knew what the others were wondering about, and said with a smile, "That's right, just focus on Tianxing Yu'er when it comes to the charge. You are all just their assistants."
Yu'er is alright, as her overall strength is already quite strong. But as for Tianxing, the younger sister... I really don't know what her husband is trying to do. The opposing team is a group that can defeat the five holy sons of the sect.
However, out of trust in her husband, Yu'er and the others nodded emphatically.
"Go!" Yu'er shouted in a low voice, and took the lead in transforming into a streak of green light and flying towards the outside of the warship.
Tianxing, Yu'er, Piaoxue, and Lin Yuyao followed closely behind—five streams of light intertwined in the void.
The moment the five women rushed out of the warship, the holy sons and daughters of the seven holy lands, as well as their direct disciples and core disciples, were all stunned by what they saw.
Although Yu'er and the others have just been promoted to the position of personal disciples, they are not holy sons and their status will not be updated in real time. In other words, at this moment, in the eyes of other holy land disciples, Yu'er, Lin Yuyao, Piaoxue and the other three are the five core disciples.
What a joke! The top-tier fighting force, led by Bai Qianhuan, has already suffered a crushing defeat.
I thought that the one facing off this time would be the sixth and seventh holy sons who hadn't made a move yet.
However, who could have imagined that it was five core disciples who rushed out of the warship?
This scene was met with disdain by everyone.
Even the elders from other holy lands shook their heads slightly, exchanging whispers among themselves, "This Heartless Holy Land is truly on the verge of collapse. To make up the numbers, they've disregarded the difference in strength."
However, just when everyone was treating Yu'er and her group of five as clowns.
At this moment, Yu'er, who was in the lead, swept her gaze over the golden tiger and silver dragon on the sword-fighting platform and shouted, "Everyone, do you still remember the Chaos God's Nest Secret Realm a hundred years ago? I never thought that my husband would spare your lives back then, but today you dare to take the initiative to fight against my sect?"
"You lowly servant, we have been defeated, but not by you. What are you so arrogant about?" Yinlong's expression changed, and he pointed his sword at Yu'er, cursing her.
"Hmph, we stand with our husbands through thick and thin. If our husbands are defeated, then we are defeated. Do you understand?" Lin Yuyao shouted at Yinlong and the others, holding the Golden Scale Divine Sword.
Before Yu'er and the others even rushed into the Jade Platform for the Sword Debate, the atmosphere between the two sides was already extremely tense and irreconcilable.
This unintentionally revealed information shocked everyone, and many eyes looked in surprise at Chen Xuan, who had white hair and stood with his hands behind his back.
A hundred years ago, this kid wasn't yet the Heartless Saint, was he? How could a mere rogue cultivator defeat a top-tier disciple of the Nine Nether Holy Land?