Chapter 50: Such an Impatient Person

Wisps of morning mist drifted beneath the dawn light.

An immense, formless pressure loomed overhead, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing, with the laws of the world pressed low to the earth.

Above the third level of the ancient battlefield, the clouds scattered. The sky was high, the land vast—majestic beyond measure.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of the Heaven’s Chosen Ancient Battlefield opened.

This time, all prodigies under the age of fifty could enter.

Lu Ye rose to his feet. After sitting for so long, it didn’t hurt to stretch his body a bit.

Like now.

He was going to kill a demon race cultivator.

This demon’s name was Tu Wuying. His cultivation path was somewhat unusual—he specialized in stealth and assassination.

In the past life, the number of human Heaven’s Chosen who died at Tu Wuying’s hands was no less than a hundred. The Grand Dao Sect had suffered the worst casualties.

Why?

Because of Lu Ye.

Tu Wuying’s younger brother had died at Lu Ye’s hands. Tu Wuying wanted revenge.

It was understandable.

Although, in this life, Lu Ye had not killed Tu Wuying’s brother, so what? Lu Ye simply wanted to kill Tu Wuying. From his perspective, that too was perfectly justified.

Now that the sixth level of the battlefield had opened, the advantage of the Heavenly Spirit Pool was no longer as significant.

Killing someone, then heading to the Enlightenment Tree beneath the sixth level for cultivation—that was the best course.

The Enlightenment Tree was one of the most precious treasures in the entire ancient battlefield. No one knew how long ago, a Heaven’s Chosen who possessed an Enlightenment Tree ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) seed had died here, and the seed had germinated on its own and begun to grow.

Gradually, it took form.

And so, the Enlightenment Tree came into being.

Countless people had tried to take the Enlightenment Tree away. After all, if one could bring it back to their sect, the sect would go mad with joy.

One Enlightenment Tree was enough to elevate a sect to a terrifying level of power.

But... they couldn’t win.

Beneath the Enlightenment Tree were many Heaven’s Chosen who had once comprehended the Dao beneath it. The tree had inherited their imprints and could manifest divine abilities, recreating those Heaven’s Chosen as if they returned from the dead—like a miniature version of the Eternal Tribulation.

It was truly difficult to take it away.

And the longer time passed, the harder it became.

Lu Ye’s figure vanished.

On the fourth level of the battlefield, one figure after another appeared, exuding powerful auras. Their robes billowed in the wind, divine light flickering in their eyes.

Strong cultivators from the other races also arrived immediately.

"This batch of Heaven’s Chosen has been unusually quiet this time. It’s been seven days since they entered, and barely anyone has died. Don’t tell me they’re coexisting with the foreign races?" someone muttered.

"Coexist? The foreign races are always greedy and treacherous—what kind of coexistence is that? If anything, I think the human side is doing poorly this time."

"Better not disappoint us!"

The reason for this sort of speculation was simple: outside the ancient battlefield, far too few soulstones of human prodigies had shattered. It was nothing like before, when only one out of ten survived after entering.

The situation left everyone deeply uneasy.

Because it could only mean one of two things:

Either a top-tier human Heaven’s Chosen had emerged and was suppressing all the foreign prodigies.

Or—the humans had retreated into hiding, too afraid to fight.

Everyone analyzed the situation. A few names could potentially dominate the foreign races—Li Wubai, Feng Longxiang... but could they really be suppressing them this completely?

While everyone was still guessing, a figure leisurely rose from the third-level space, stepped into the transmission passage, and appeared in the fourth level.

Lu Ye’s looks were indeed exceptional, but everyone just stared at him in confusion—no one knew this young man’s name.

Until finally, a certain elder from the Grand Dao Sect suddenly remembered.

"Lu Ye. You’re Lu Ye, aren’t you?"

Upon hearing his name, Lu Ye finally glanced toward the nearby crowd—though he was still eager to go kill Tu Wuying...

Forget it.

These were people from his own sect. He should at least show some courtesy.

“Greetings, Senior Sister Ding.”

Ding Qing was among the first group of disciples from the 92nd generation. By age, she should be around thirty years older than Lu Ye, though still under fifty.

Each generation of disciples in the Grand Dao Sect was divided into three batches, spaced roughly thirty years apart.

Thirty years—enough time for a whole new generation of children to be born.

After three such batches, the next full generation would begin.

Lu Ye belonged to the second batch of the 92nd generation. Frankly, had he been born in the next batch, even Bai Qiulan could have counted as his senior sister.

“Senior Sister Ding,” Lu Ye greeted with a respectful bow.

“You still remember me?” Ding Yuqing asked, visibly surprised.

“Senior Sister Ding is unmatched in beauty... Does Senior Sister have any business with me?”

He nearly fell back into the habit of being a praise-happy sycophant. But in this life, he couldn’t go around flattering every woman he met and making their hearts flutter again.

Ding Yuqing’s face showed a trace of amusement. She assumed Lu Ye had gotten shy and hadn’t finished what he wanted to say. This big sister’s charm really is deadly, she thought.

“It’s nothing much,” she said with a smile. “I just wanted to ask about the situation on the lower three levels—how are things between our human race and the foreign races?”

“To answer Senior Sister’s question,” Lu Ye said smoothly, “on the human side, our sect’s Yue Hongling displayed unrivaled strength and utterly suppressed the foreign races. The human side advanced like a hot knife through butter, seizing nearly the entire territory of the three levels. We are in absolute control.”

The name “Yue Hongling” left everyone dumbfounded.

Ding Yuqing had heard of Lu Ye’s name because he had taken first place in a sect-wide competition. But Yue Hongling? Who the hell was that?

“She’s that strong? What about Li Wubai?” a Heaven’s Chosen from the Supreme Sword Sect asked.

“Li Wubai, Feng Longxiang, and many other Heaven’s Chosen have been fighting alongside Yue Hongling,” Lu Ye replied calmly.

That shook every senior brother and sister present. For someone like Li Wubai to willingly fight under someone else's banner—Yue Hongling must truly be formidable.

“I remember you won first place in the sect’s internal competition. If Yue Hongling is that strong, then doesn’t that mean you’re even more terrifying?” Ding Yuqing asked curiously.

Lu Ye immediately denied it. “She let me win, that’s all. Senior brothers, senior sisters, I have urgent matters. May I take my leave?”

“You’re going into the fourth to sixth level zones? The danger here is far greater than in the lower levels. A single encounter with a foreign Heaven’s Chosen could mean your death. Why don’t you come with us?” Ding Yuqing offered kindly.

“No need. Farewell!”

If he went now, he could still track Tu Wuying’s whereabouts. If he waited too long, the trail might go cold.

His figure disappeared in a flash.

The others...

“Such an impulsive temperament—he’s probably going to die,” said a Heaven’s Chosen from the Mountain River Pagoda Sect.

“Probably definitely going to die. Everyone, I’m off to seek my fortune too. If the foreign races rise up again, we can regroup and fight then.”

“Farewell, fellow Daoists!”

“Farewell!”

That group quickly dispersed as well, each heading off in search of their own opportunities.

Everyone usually explored solo at first. Later, when the battlefield atmosphere turned more hostile and the solitary treasures had mostly been claimed, that was when group operations and joint battles would begin.

Lu Ye moved swiftly, slipping into stealth mode.

Soon, following the flow of demonic energy, he located the transmission point used by the demon race.

Thanks to the shorter distance, the human Heaven’s Chosen had arrived first—foreign Heaven’s Chosen would take a little longer to enter.

So Lu Ye waited.

Before long, the demonic energy in the air began to thicken ominously.

A stone sword appeared in Lu Ye’s hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly.