Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

A woman of unparalleled beauty stood there, her brows tightly knitted as she watched Wen Qingye. Her eyes were like a wisp of an azure cloud, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"It’s her! Su Qingyun of the Great Daoist Mansion!"

"The Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Platform is actually from the Great Daoist Mansion. Could the Great Daoist Mansion have ties to the Qinglan Ancient Country?"

"I can’t believe it’s her. She’s a young prodigy ranked fifty-third on the Cyan Cloud List!"

The crowd was utterly astonished as they gazed upon her beautiful face.

The Great Daoist Mansion was an extremely formidable Sect, its strength a cut above even the Jade Maiden Sect. It was located in the southeastern part of the Eastern Profound Domain, and Su Qingyun was one of the Mansion’s most exceptionally talented disciples.

Holding the One Thought Sword in one hand, Wen Qingye slid it back into its scabbard with a SHIING. He looked at Su Qingyun and said, "I suppose I’ve won, then."

"You won," Su Qingyun said, her voice reverting to its original tone—as ethereal and light as a wisp of smoke.

After she finished speaking, Su Qingyun walked down from the platform.

BOOM!

A roar that could shatter the nine heavens erupted from below the stage. The crowd’s exclamations crashed in like waves, one after another.

"Heavens! A ninety-nine-win streak!"

"This Wen Qingye from the Celestial Profound Sect is the real deal!"

"The first person in thirty years! Wen Qingye is the first person to do this in thirty years!"

"With this achievement alone, he’s guaranteed to make it onto the supreme Cyan Cloud List today! He has secured his place among the chosen of the Eastern Profound Domain!"

Everyone looked at Wen Qingye on the stage, their hearts swelling with emotion.

Wen Qingye stood in the center of the crowd, gazing at the vast sky. The corner of his mouth ticked up slightly. ’Xiaoyun, I’m here. Do you know?’

.......

Wen Qingye slowly walked down from the platform.

Zhou Zhenyuan walked up, laughing loudly. "Hahaha, Little Brother Wen, truly impressive! Impressive indeed!"

Zhou Qing avoided Wen Qingye’s gaze. Wen Qingye smiled faintly and turned to look at the Great Elder of the Zhou Family beside them.

"I am Zhou Peng, the Great Elder of the Zhou Family," the Great Elder said with a smile, stroking his beard.

Wen Qingye cupped his fist and smiled. "Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect."

Just then, a nimble and pretty maidservant walked over, carrying a wooden box.

The maidservant looked at Wen Qingye and said, "Young Master Wen, this is your collateral. As for the treasures you won from the competition, my Vice Hall Master said they are too valuable. She asks that you come and collect them in person in a few days. Also, this Jade Pendant is a gift to you from my Vice Hall Master."

Wen Qingye nodded and accepted the wooden box. Inside were his three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts manuals.

Zhou Peng’s eyes swept over the contents, and upon seeing the purple Bamboo Scrolls, he exclaimed in shock, "Emperor-Grade Martial Arts?"

"Mm," Wen Qingye nodded.

Zhou Zhenyuan was also suddenly shocked. He had originally thought Wen Qingye was merely a peerless genius from a small country. Now, recalling the Sword Technique Wen Qingye had just used, he couldn’t help but give a wry, bitter smile.

"You’re a disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect?" Zhou Zhenyuan asked, looking at Wen Qingye.

"That’s right."

Hearing Wen Qingye’s confirmation, Zhou Zhenyuan, for some unknown reason, let out a heavy sigh.

But at the side, when Zhou Yingg heard Wen Qingye’s words, her eyes grew brighter.

At this moment, Zhou Peng’s gaze fell upon the Jade Pendant from Su Qingyun, and his Heart Spirit trembled. He said, "This Jade Pendant is one specially held by the True Disciples of the Great Daoist Mansion. I never thought she would give it to you. It seems she wants to form a good relationship."

Only then did Wen Qingye take a closer look at the Jade Pendant in his hand. The craftsmanship was exquisite. It even contained a small Spirit Gathering Array, carved from a Mid-Level Emperor Grade Jade Dragon Pattern Stone. It was a decent treasure on its own, but its significance was what made it truly extraordinary—it was a friendly gesture from a True Disciple of the Great Daoist Mansion.

Zhou Zhenyuan’s expression grew even more bitter. He laughed dryly and said, "I see Young Master Wen is exhausted after so many consecutive battles. Why don’t we head back?"

The members of the Zhou Family finally snapped back to reality and nodded repeatedly. Then, the group slowly made their way toward the Zhou Mansion.

.......

After returning to the Zhou Mansion, Wen Qingye immediately took out the Profound Pearl and entered a state of meditation.

Fighting ninety-nine consecutive battles, with each one growing more brutal than the last, had caused Wen Qingye’s strength to rise continuously.

In fact, his cultivation had already reached the Yin-Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven during his fight with Su Qingyun; it was just that his body’s Primordial Qi was depleted, so no one had noticed his breakthrough.

At this moment, the Primordial Qi from the Profound Pearl surged into Wen Qingye continuously. The vigorous Primordial Qi, so dense it was nearly liquid, was like rivers and oceans flowing in reverse, nourishing Wen Qingye’s parched reservoir.

When the Primordial Qi had once again gathered in Wen Qingye’s Qi Sea, he felt his body surge with incomparable power. He was confident that if he were to face Su Qingyun now, he could definitely put up a great fight.

「Three days later.」

Wen Qingye felt that his cultivation had completely stabilized at the Yin-Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven.

"That Su Qingyun is quite formidable," the Ice Python said, floating in Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness.

Wen Qingye nodded and said gravely, "Yes. Among those in the Yin-Yang Realm, her strength is indeed impressive."

Although they had only exchanged a few moves, Wen Qingye was still quite wary of her. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been holding back. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t omniscient; he couldn’t possibly know everyone’s secrets and hidden trump cards.

The Ice Python flicked its tongue and then said, "Hmm? They’re back again."

Wen Qingye’s Heart Spirit sank; he immediately knew who it was from the sound of the footsteps.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Wen Qingye said calmly, "Come in."

The door opened, and Zhou Qing slowly walked in. Her eyes darted away as she looked at Wen Qingye.

Zhou Qing took out a bottle and handed it to Wen Qingye, saying, "This is the Soul-Sealing Bottle you wanted."

The bottle was about two feet long and seven inches wide, its entire body a dark, inky green. This was the exact Soul-Sealing Bottle Wen Qingye needed.

"Thank you," Wen Qingye said with a slight smile as he accepted the Soul-Sealing Bottle.

Zhou Qing then took out a Sumeru Mustard Seed and said, "There are also five thousand, five hundred and ten Top-Grade Primordial Stones in here. This is what’s left after trading that Emperor-Grade Martial Arts manual you gave me."

Wen Qingye put away the Soul-Sealing Bottle, waved his hand, and smiled. "Forget it. You can keep them. Consider it payment for my stay with the Zhou Family."

With that, Wen Qingye stood up. He gazed at the sky outside the door and said softly, "It’s about time I left. There isn’t much time."

Zhou Qing paused for a moment, then nodded. She looked at Wen Qingye, hesitating as if she wanted to say something more. Finally, she clenched her teeth and said, "If you run into Feng, please tell him... I’ll wait for him."

"I can do that," Wen Qingye nodded with a smile.

For some reason, seeing Wen Qingye’s casual demeanor, Zhou Qing felt a pang of disappointment. Such is human nature, perhaps.

With that said, Wen Qingye went to the Zhou Family’s inner hall to bid farewell to Great Elder Zhou Peng and Zhou Zhenyuan.

Zhou Peng watched Wen Qingye’s departing figure and couldn’t help but shake his head. "To think he’s a disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect. Truly unexpected."

"Indeed, I didn’t expect it either," Zhou Zhenyuan sighed, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

But he knew the truth. ’Given the strength Wen Qingye has displayed, even someone as renowned as Su Qingyun of the Great Daoist Mansion—famous on the Cyan Cloud List—wants to be on good terms with him. Why would a man like that ever take an interest in my daughter?’

Zhou Peng pondered for a moment before saying, "From what I can see, this Wen Qingye is headed for the opportunity at the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele in the Glazed Ancient Country."

Zhou Zhenyuan nodded. "Yes, he mentioned it to me. I wonder if he’ll be able to obtain the opportunity from the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele. The Stele’s appearance is a once-in-a-century event, and many young prodigies from the Cyan Cloud List who have not yet reached the Destruction Realm are going. It looks like it will be another fierce battle between dragons and tigers."