Live Strong in the Wilderness

"We’re here, you can open your eyes now," Xu Yi said.

Then, Gu Qinglian opened her eyes. After glancing around, she realized that Xu Yi had taken her back to the palace where her father lived.

"Young Master Xu, are we heading to the ceremony now?" Gu Qinglian asked.

It was just noon, and the ceremony was already nearing its end.

"Let’s go take a look," Xu Yi nodded in agreement.

Thus, Gu Qinglian gestured for him to proceed.

Xu Yi took out a fan, appearing like a gentleman in fine attire.

Soon, the two arrived at the great hall.

At that moment, all eyes were focused on Xu Yi and Gu Qinglian.

Everyone knew Gu Qinglian, the Saintess of Wuxu Palace.

Everyone present, including those from other Holy Lands attending the ceremony, had seen Gu Qinglian before.

However, no one had seen Xu Yi, walking ahead of Gu Qinglian.

"Junior Brother, is this your new Saint Heir from Wuxu Palace?" Chang Sheng asked Gu Mingli curiously, standing beside him.

After all, even if he were the Saint Heir of Wuxu Palace, he shouldn’t have appeared at this moment.

The ancestral ceremony was almost over.

And yet, he appeared alongside the Saintess.

What does this mean?

Could it be that Wuxu Palace not only wants an ancestral ceremony but also a succession ceremony?

But there was no prior notification about this.

Moreover, Gu Mingli was still in his prime; he couldn’t possibly be giving up his position early, could he?

"We Wuxu Palace aren’t that fortunate. This Young Master Xu’s identity is so distinguished that our Saint Heir may only serve as a footman," Gu Mingli communicated telepathically, not wanting everyone to know how noble Xu Yi’s identity truly was.

Chang Sheng was taken aback and glanced at his junior brother.

To say such words, how distinguished could this Young Master Xu be?

Is there truly someone this noble in the world?

Could he... be from another world?

A god?

Is his identity that of a god?

Chang Sheng’s pupils contracted involuntarily, then he glanced at Xu Yi.

No wonder, no wonder he couldn’t see through him.

It turns out that he was too weak and couldn’t see through Xu Yi.

Everyone present, unaware of the truth, was probing Xu Yi.

Xu Yi walked through the hall and sat down at a designated spot.

Soon, murmurs arose; though they were quiet.

After all, this was an ancestral ceremony, sacred to the disciples of Wuxu Palace.

Most joined Wuxu Palace due to their beliefs.

After Xu Yi sat, Gu Qinglian knelt beside him, serving tea as if she were a maid.

Such tasks shouldn’t fall on Gu Qinglian.

But having witnessed Xu Yi’s power, Gu Qinglian felt she might be akin to a maid in his eyes.

If she wanted to achieve her desires, she had to give something.

Being a servant is surely better than being a plaything, right?

Gu Mingli naturally noticed, but he was profoundly shocked.

He knew how discerning his daughter was.

Yet now, she knelt by Xu Yi.

Clearly, she must have seen Xu Yi’s power, been thoroughly subdued, for her to voluntarily serve him tea.

Where did Xu Yi take his daughter last night?

Though, if Xu Yi truly captured his daughter’s heart, Gu Mingli would be pleased.

She could leave this world, ascend to higher realms, pursue greater power and longevity.

However, he knew that wasn’t the case.

Her virtue remained intact.

Most present could perceive this.

"Perform the grand rites," a resonant voice announced.

Everyone present paid respect to Wuxu Palace’s spiritual tablets.

Except for Xu Yi, of course.

Xu Yi was observing, searching for the Child of Fortune.

Then, Xu Yi noticed a person with a purple number above their head.

"System, what does a purple number above someone’s head mean?" Xu Yi curiously asked.

After all, this was his first time seeing purple text.

This person had substantial Qi Luck, reaching 3500 points, higher than his own.

"It indicates they are the Child of Fortune in this world, a person protected by this world. Such Children of Fortune are the target for you, Master," the system explained.

"Oh, is there only one such person?" Xu Yi realized there was another with purple text above their head.

Moreover, Xu Yi noticed that Gu Qinglian’s number was tinged with red and purple.

Previously, he hadn’t seen it this way.

"There’s no limit to their number; some worlds have one or two, others have tens or hundreds," the system continued.

"Am I purple then?" Xu Yi asked again.

"Master, if you return to Earth, you would have a purple number. Leaving for another world, you must absorb the Child of Fortune’s Qi Luck to become one there," the system clarified.

Xu Yi took a sip of tea and asked, "Can a regular person’s Qi Luck increase too?"

"Yes, if they’re involved with the Child of Fortune’s fate or receive significant benefits from you, their Qi Luck may be affected," the system explained once more.

"Can I not kill those with purple Qi Luck directly?" Xu Yi wondered whether he could directly act against such individuals, considering the inherent opposition from seeking their Qi Luck.

This opposition was system-induced.

To possess power against the Divine Race, Xu Yi must leverage this system.

"Best not to, as it would cause Qi Luck backlash, leading to very negative consequences," the system warned.

"Alright, I know what to do now," Xu Yi said, tapping the table.

The teacup was empty.

Gu Qinglian instantly reacted, filling Xu Yi’s cup with tea.

Gu Qinglian had lost focus because someone walked to the center.

That person was Ye Fan, whom she encountered last night.

"Is this what they call Wuxu Palace of the Nine Great Holy Lands?"

"As Palace Master, you force your own daughter into servitude; is this the face of a Palace Master?"

"From start to finish, did anyone ask if the Saintess is willing?"

"Others may not dare, but I, Ye Fan, will ask."

"A Holy Land that panders, pushing their own daughter into the abyss—I, Ye Fan, cannot remain."

When Ye Fan finished speaking, the hall became a tumult.

"Presumptuous! An Inner Sect Disciple dared to demean my Wuxu Palace, slander its Palace Master and Saintess. Do you wish to die?" A furious elder exclaimed, his presence intimidating, the clothes of those nearby fluttered in the wind.

If it weren’t the ancestral ceremony prohibiting bloodshed, he’d have long slapped this reckless Ye Fan to death.

He understood Ye Fan knew this and acted boldly, relying on key figures from the other Eight Holy Lands.

It’s known that competition among Holy Lands is fierce and intense.

Every 10 years, the Nine Great Holy Lands hold competitions.

Elite disciples battle intensely, hence recruiting talents is vital for the Nine Great Holy Lands.

Ye Fan was aware and knew that by excelling he’d gain the Holy Land’s protection.

Moreover, he’d gain fame and perhaps win a beauty’s heart.

So, he decisively stepped forward.

If he missed this chance, it’d be lost forever.