Chapter 154.2 : Lingxiao Ancient City (Part 2)
"What an overwhelmingly domineering war chariot! I wonder which great cultivator from what faction has arrived this time. Even the war chariots used by princes and princesses I saw years ago pale in comparison to this one!"
Someone who had yet to enter the city spoke in shock, his eyes gleaming with astonishment.
"Tsk tsk, this round of the Heavenly Prodigy Rankings has really drawn in a lot of major factions. Great powers are gathering everywhere. Compared to this, even the previous editions of the rankings feel somewhat insignificant!"
Another person sighed emotionally. His weathered face showed clear signs of long years spent amid hardship and the trials of cultivation.
"Isn't that the truth? I don't know what's been going on these past few years, but the young talents emerging one after another are stronger than the last—each one more monstrous than before. It really puts us to shame, cultivators who've trained for decades or even centuries and are still stuck in the Middle Three Heavens!"
"In the last few Heavenly Prodigy Rankings, only a few among the top ten on the Heavenly List had reached the peak of the Fourth Heaven. But this time, from what I've heard, even peak Fourth Heaven cultivators can't squeeze into the top ten—and there's more than one Fifth Heaven expert!"
Someone sighed with admiration, envy evident on his face.
Those young people—barely a fraction of their age—
had caught up to them, or even surpassed them, in just a few short years. How could that not inspire envy?
A group of wandering cultivators couldn't help but lament.
Not far away, atop a luxurious carriage pulled by a snow-white, single-horned exotic beast, a delicate jade hand reached out from behind a brocade curtain, slowly lifting a corner of it.
"Miss, what is it?"
At the front, the middle-aged man driving the carriage spoke to ask.
Behind him, within the lifted curtain, a pretty face appeared.
It belonged to a young girl dressed in pink—bright-eyed and fair-toothed, charming and adorable, her entire bearing filled with lively spirit.
The girl in pink did not immediately respond to the man's question.
Instead, she turned her lively eyes about, scanning her surroundings as though searching for the source of the disturbance.
"Uncle Lin, can you tell which faction the people on that war chariot belong to?"
She quickly locked onto Chu Ge's war chariot and asked.
Her voice was as melodious as a mountain spring dancing over stones, or like wind chimes swaying gently in the breeze—clear and pleasing to the ear.
"A war chariot this domineering and ostentatious… I've never seen one like it before. It doesn't look like the style used by our Wanqing Imperial Dynasty either…"
Hearing this, the girl in pink nodded and committed the imposing appearance of the war chariot to memory.
Just as she was about to lower the curtain again, she noticed movement from the war chariot in the distance.
"Wait!"
The girl in pink spoke, stopping the middle-aged man who was about to drive the carriage into the city.
Though puzzled, the man could only obey, immediately halting his actions.
Meanwhile, atop the Azure Qilin War Chariot—
After making a brief adjustment, Chu Ge willed it with a thought. Brilliant light flowed across the massive and domineering chariot, and from it, a staircase formed out of thin air, extending all the way down to the ground.
"It's moving! That war chariot is moving!"
"I wonder what kind of figure it is—someone capable of commanding such a war chariot must surely be a great power!"
Seeing the change atop the Azure Qilin War Chariot, people immediately stopped in their tracks and cried out in alarm.
Many people might go their entire lives without ever encountering a great power.
Now that they had the chance to witness one up close, they naturally did not wish to miss such an opportunity.
Who knew—perhaps a great power might act on a whim and take a liking to someone among them, bringing them under his wing for cultivation.
This was no mere fantasy.
Such things had genuinely happened before—and not all that rarely.
Within the Wanqing Imperial Dynasty, one or two such cases occurred every few years.
Thus, even knowing that the odds were exceedingly slim, these people were still unwilling to miss this chance at soaring to the heavens in a single step.