Chapter 1037: 645: Battle Against Cloud Mountain Holy Land! (4K)_2

Chapter 1037: Chapter 645: Battle Against Cloud Mountain Holy Land! (4K)_2

The Youran True Sovereign pondered that Lu Changsheng would soon lead Mount Taihua Sacred Land, and how his second disciple would undoubtedly become a Supreme Elder of the sacred land. Letting the younger generations of both sacred lands spar frequently would certainly be beneficial.

“Sounds good.”

Lu Qinglian, feeling rather bored, welcomed the opportunity to spar with the disciples of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land, seeing it as an excellent diversion.

The Youran True Sovereign then turned to Mu Shenqing and the others and remarked, “You are from the southern foothills of Mount Fulong, and as Mount Fulong is my abode and receives incense offerings from me, I naturally won’t treat you poorly. You should also stay in Cloud Mountain Sacred Land for a while, consult with some of the Supreme Elders of the sacred land—it might help you break through to the Divine King Realm. Especially you, you’re just one step away; you’re doing rather well.”

Upon hearing the Youran True Sovereign’s praise, Mu Shenqing was overwhelmed with gratitude and immediately replied, “Before True Sovereign, this junior is but insignificant. To be able to break through to the Divine King Realm within my lifetime, I would already die without regrets.”

“Just right—three years from now, I intend to lecture the elders of the sacred lands. Stay here for three years, and by then, attend as well. It might help you take that next step.”

“Junior is endlessly grateful!”

Mu Shenqing hadn’t anticipated the chance to hear a lecture from the Youran True Sovereign, overwhelmed with excitement.

The Youran True Sovereign, a figure of such unfathomable cultivation, possessed insights into the path of the Great Dao that far surpassed him.

Listening to the lectures of the Youran True Sovereign might indeed allow Mu Shenqing a chance to accumulate enough force and finally take that critical step forward.

Seventy-one sect leaders present all gazed longingly toward the Youran True Sovereign.

The chance to gain insight—surely it couldn’t only be Mu Shenqing who would be privileged?

“You can all come to observe as well.”

“Much gratitude to True Sovereign!”

A wave of excitement swept through the sect leaders.

An opportunity like this was utterly unprecedented.

What the Youran True Sovereign failed to foresee was that leaving Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian as guests at Cloud Mountain Sacred Land inadvertently threw the place into complete chaos.

“I heard that the Immortal Realm’s top genius, the Holy Son of Mount Taihua Sacred Land, Lu Changsheng’s two female disciples have arrived at our Cloud Mountain Sacred Land and intend to challenge our younger generation of disciples.”

“Who’s going to spar with them and teach them a lesson? Let them know the prowess of our Cloud Mountain Sacred Land!”

“I will! Couldn’t defeat their master, but surely I can handle the disciples?”

The disciples of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land from various peaks rolled up their sleeves, eager to vie for the dignity of their sect.

“Ah!”

“No!”

“She’s like a monster in her strength!”

On the Martial Arts Platform of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land, Cloud Mountain disciples were one after another defeated, lying sprawled with swollen noses and bruised faces by Lu Qinglian.

Cloud Mountain elders who had been spectating idly could no longer endure this humiliation.

This was, after all, their Cloud Mountain Sacred Land, their home turf. To be dominated like that by a single disciple from Mount Taihua Sacred Land was too shameful to bear.

“This isn’t right; though she is the disciple of Mount Taihua’s Holy Son, she’s already treated as an elder in Mount Taihua. It’s only fair for us to field elders to spar with her.”

One elder from Cloud Mountain resolved the issue with a slap to his forehead, finding a way to win back their dignity.

If the disciples couldn’t defeat Lu Qinglian, then they would send forth their elders.

Their honor couldn’t be allowed to be completely stolen by outsiders—what if their disciples lost confidence?

“Wait, why don’t we spice this sparring up with some gambling instead?”

Lu Qinglian’s mischievous eyes sparkled; if she didn’t manage to extract treasures from these Cloud Mountain elders, her trip would be in vain.

“A gamble, then a gamble. Do you think us old geezers are afraid of a little girl like you?”

“To ensure fairness and avoid accusations that Cloud Mountain Sacred Land bullied the weak, elders of Ancestor and quasi-Ancestor level will not take part.”

Hundreds of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land elders had gathered to spectate, confident someone among them could defeat Lu Qinglian.

“Very well.”

Lu Qinglian was secretly delighted by Cloud Mountain’s deliberate exclusion of their Ancestor-level figures from the sparring.

Cloud Mountain Ancestors, like the Youran True Sovereign, cultivated for billions of years—Lu Qinglian certainly wasn’t their match.

Quasi-Ancestors generally held realms in the Great Accomplished God-King Realm.

Though Lu Qinglian’s physical body had reached the Great Accomplished God-King Realm, her cultivation path was still far from complete. If she faced a true Great Accomplished God-King, it was very likely she’d lose.

Cloud Mountain’s self-imposed restriction on Ancestors entering the fray ended up giving Lu Qinglian an unexpected advantage.

“Let me, the old one, teach this presumptuous little girl a lesson!”

An elder with long eyebrows stepped forward.

Both his primary and secondary disciples had been defeated by Lu Qinglian, leaving his dignity in tatters; he decided to join the fight himself.

“That’s Elder Lei of Fuhu Peak.”

“Elder Lei is a Ninth Grade Divine King; this time the victory is certain.”

The many disciples of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land understood that Elder Lei, who had cultivated for millions of years, might have advantages against Lu Qinglian that could hardly be considered fair.

However, this matter pertained to the pride of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land, and a loss simply couldn’t be tolerated.

“Wait—we must first discuss what we’re gambling on!”

“How about one True Yang Limitless Pill?”

Elder Lei produced a True Yang Limitless Pill, a Seventeenth Grade Immortal Pill—surely that was substantial enough?

Unexpectedly, Lu Qinglian pouted, “Just a Seventeenth Grade pill? Boring.”

“Uh…”

Elder Lei froze in embarrassment.

To him, a True Yang Limitless Pill was a treasure, yet Lu Qinglian appeared thoroughly unimpressed.

What kind of treasures did her master usually give her for her standards to be this discerning?

“Then you tell us—what wager should we place?”

“At least an Eighteenth Grade heavenly treasure—or a Nineteenth Grade item would be better.”

“Hiss…”

Even the elders watching from the sidelines gasped at the sheer audacity of such stakes.

For an ordinary exhibition of sparring, to place wagers on Eighteenth or even Nineteenth Grade items was audacious.

Even an elder of Elder Lei’s standing would feel agonized over such stakes in case of defeat.

Elder Lei, however, confident in his victory, retrieved a spirit fruit. “Here—this is an Eighteenth Grade heavenly treasure unique to Cloud Mountain Sacred Land: the Linglong Fruit. Eating this can strengthen one’s Three Souls and Seven Spirits. I’ve put forth an Eighteenth Grade heavenly treasure; what equivalent item will you wager?”

Lu Qinglian opened a wooden box to reveal a single leaf, “If I lose, this Second Grade Enlightenment Tea Leaf will be yours.”

“Enlightenment Tea…”

Elder Lei gazed intently at the leaf of Enlightenment Tea, swallowing hard. He lusted after the rare treasure unique to Mount Taihua Sacred Land.

If he were to defeat Lu Qinglian, that leaf of Enlightenment Tea would be his.

It might even help him ascend to the Eighth Grade Divine King Realm.

“Good, good, good—let’s begin.”

Elder Lei put away the Linglong Fruit and called forth a slender Immortal Sword.

“My fists alone suffice.”

Lu Qinglian began limbering up.

“Go, Elder Lei!”

“Master, avenge us!”

“Elder Lei, if you lose again, our Cloud Mountain Sacred Land will have no face left.”

Both Cloud Mountain Sacred Land elders and disciples fervently cheered Elder Lei on.

Having already dispatched a Divine King elder, losing again would bring nothing but shame to Cloud Mountain Sacred Land in the presence of Mount Taihua Sacred Land.

“Little lass, this strike of mine harnesses the wind and thunder of the Nine Heavens—be careful not to get injured, lest your master holds me accountable.”

Elder Lei took a deep breath, unleashing eighty-one streaks of wind and thunder Sword Qi as his longsword carried overwhelming lightning power toward Lu Qinglian.

The instant Elder Lei made his move, dark clouds gathered, with lightning flashing and thunder reverberating.

“So this is the strength of Elder Lei from Fuhu Peak? Quite formidable indeed.”

“Our Fuhu Peak isn’t to be underestimated; among the peaks of the Cloud Mountain range, it ranks highly.”

“Our master, who subdues tigers and dragons, is more than enough to handle a junior.”

“Hopefully, Master won’t overly injure the Mount Taihua disciple—let’s not harm harmony.”

The disciples of Fuhu Peak of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land straightened their backs proudly, regaining their sense of superiority after the earlier defeat of Elder Lei’s two disciples by Lu Qinglian.

“…”

Mu Shenqing and the sect leaders also observed the battle, but their reactions were starkly different from the disciples of Cloud Mountain Sacred Land.

First, Lu Qinglian was technically on their side, so they naturally rooted against Cloud Mountain Sacred Land.

Second, the figure of Chang Le Elder seemed even stronger than Elder Lei yet still failed to defeat Lu Qinglian—Elder Lei most likely wouldn’t fare better.

“So she’s really from Mount Taihua Sacred Land?”

Mu Shenqing and the rest finally realized the background of Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian.

Mu Shenqing stroked his beard. “Mount Taihua Sacred Land is certainly an extraordinary sacred land. Taiyuan, how did your disciple manage to join Mount Taihua Sacred Land?”

True Master Taiyuan shook his head. “I don’t know either.”