Chapter 1327 - 1327 21 Yang Que

Chapter 1327: Chapter 21 Yang Que Chapter 1327: Chapter 21 Yang Que “Study ‘Qianlong Greatness’, inherit the mantle of Ye Cangsheng?”

Guan Ao looked at Supreme Dragon Transformation in astonishment, his mind racing quickly.

‘Qianlong Greatness’ was the Void Refinement Heritage, coveted by countless people, but why did the True Spirit of the Dragon Transformation Pool specifically want him to learn it?

Why must he agree to this matter before Supreme Dragon Transformation would take action?

Was this a trap, or a trap?

Wang Yi’an, the son of the Deputy Sect Master, to save or not to save?

In this moment, Guan Ao, for once, found himself caught in a dilemma.

Beside him, Supreme Dragon Transformation’s eyes, small as mung beans, swept over Guan Ao, then pointed at the scene unfolding in the water mirror, reminding him:

“I’m not forcing you; the rules are such, and what’s more, it’s a tremendous opportunity for you.

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With your talent in Body Refinement, if you ascend through the Dragon Transformation Heavenly Path, there’s a great possibility of attracting the heritage of ‘Qianlong Greatness’…”

“You can consider whether or not to learn it, but you better hurry.

Any later, and I won’t be able to help you.”

Guan Ao’s gaze swept across Wang Yi’an in the water mirror.

However, on the other side of Wang Yi’an, it was not only Mei Shan, the Eight Treasures Palace Master, surrounding him, but also a group of people had encircled him, eyes filled with greed and desire.

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He shifted his gaze slightly and saw Zhao Feng’s figure flying swiftly through the air, clearly oblivious to the situation here with Wang Yi’an.

But as his attention was divided by Zhao Feng’s departure, in the water mirror before Wang Yi’an,

Mei Shan, the Eight Treasures Palace Master, had already descended before Wang Yi’an, a cold smirk on his face as he reached out to grab him!

In front of Mei Shan, a Golden Core Practitioner like Wang Yi’an was nearly indistinguishable from a mortal.

Yet despite this, the son of the Deputy Sect Master still displayed the pride befitting a descendant of the Sect’s upper echelons, and under immense pressure, he unexpectedly launched an offensive with a slash towards Mei Shan!

Sword-light rippled, dazzling and bright.

Though it was only the might of a Golden Core stage, it was still breathtaking.

Within it, there seemed to be a hint of familiarity that Guan Ao recognized.

“Dharma?

Sword Dao?”

Guan Ao’s heart trembled.

Unfortunately, though the sword strike was startlingly beautiful, the gap between them was just too vast; the sword-light didn’t even slightly shake the magic barrier beyond Mei Shan’s palm.

But seeing Wang Yi’an lash out in anger with that sword thrust, Guan Ao’s thoughts raced, he gritted his teeth, and finally made a decision:

“I agree…”

However, just as he was about to say these words,

In the water mirror, Mei Shan suddenly halted his hand and abruptly looked up into the distance.

As if seeing something, a deep apprehension and somberness crossed his face:

“Yang Que!!”

His reaction was swift, his body even more so.

Almost in an instant, Mei Shan, without any sentimentality for the almost-captured Wang Yi’an, drew upon the many now-fainter apparitions of the Eight Treasures Palace, swiftly retreating into the distance.

The surrounding cultivators from the five sects, as if sensing some terrifying presence at that moment too,

Their expressions changed drastically, hastily retreating backward!

“Yang Que?

Is it that Yang Que, one of the three main forces of the Qian, from the Imperial Capital’s City-guarding Faction?”

Guan Ao wore a look of shock and uncertainty.

Before coming to the Qian, the Deputy Sect Master had already given him plenty of intelligence, so he had some understanding of the current situation in the Qian.

What the intel had not mentioned, however, was that Mei Shan, one of the leaders of the five sects, would show such wariness towards this Yang Que.

Supreme Dragon Transformation, looking at the water mirror, appeared slightly annoyed in his eyes.

Just a little more!

These people really should die!

Soon after, a middle-aged figure casually walked into the water mirror’s view.

His features were unremarkable, neither ugly nor particularly handsome, but he possessed a unique charm that made one unable to help but be drawn in at first glance.

He glanced at the now far off Mei Shan and the retreated disciples from the five sects, shaking his head slightly:

“This courage…

the five sects have indeed regressed.”

Having said that, he didn’t care further, turning his gaze slightly to look at Wang Yi’an.

Pondering over the sword Wang Yi’an had wielded just now, curiosity and contemplation in his eyes:

“The overseas Sword Cultivator…”

At this moment, Wang Yi’an was also extremely nervous.

He wasn’t foolish; he clearly understood that the Nascent Soul Cultivator with the incomplete eyebrow had withdrawn solely out of fear of the middle-aged man before him.

He didn’t know how powerful the other party was, but he recalled that when he had made a move against that broken-eyebrow cultivator, he knew very well that even his master wouldn’t be a match for that man.

By that reasoning, this middle-aged man was likely unimaginably strong!

In his palm, he subconsciously touched the Vermilion Bird Token.

Yet the middle-aged cultivator suddenly spoke up:

“What is your relationship with that overseas Sword Cultivator who obtained the Void Refinement Heritage?”

Wang Yi’an was slightly startled.

Void Refinement Heritage?

Overseas Sword Cultivator?

A figure immediately sprang to mind in his head.

“Could it be my master?”

“He obtained the Void Refinement Heritage?”

Seeing Wang Yi’an’s bewildered and clueless expression.

The middle-aged cultivator seemed to realize something, chuckled, and said:

“Yes, you probably entered the Dragon Transformation Heavenly Path with him, so you’re unaware…

Let’s change the question then.

Have you arranged how to meet up with him?”

Wang Yi’an, upon hearing this, did not answer the other’s question, instead tightly gripping the Vermilion Bird Token in his hand.

Hesitating slightly in his mind:

“My father said to channel mana into this token if I ever encounter a dire situation…

Can it deal with this person?”

“Is it hiding some Divine Skills, or perhaps some top-notch Spell?”