Chapter 27 - Does Your Clan Have Too Many Talented Youths? Why the Rush to Send Them to Death?

Chapter 27 : Does Your Clan Have Too Many Talented Youths? Why the Rush to Send Them to Death?

“Here, take this,” Jiang Chen said, handing the Nine Nether Soul Suppressing Seal to Yan Ruoyu. He already possessed the Supreme Soul Seal, so the Nine Nether Seal wasn’t of much use to him. Better to give it to Yan Ruoyu for self-defense.

“Thank you, Holy Son,” Yan Ruoyu brightened up, accepting the Nine Nether Soul Suppressing Seal without hesitation. She knew that with Jiang Chen’s status, he wouldn’t lack such divine weapons and must possess even better ones.

The fact that Jiang Chen casually gave her a divine weapon like this indicated her place in his heart. The value of such a divine weapon was immeasurable; even immortal forces didn’t possess many of them, especially ones meant for soul defense.

“As long as you like it,” Jiang Chen said, pinching Yan Ruoyu’s round face as if trying to turn it into a pancake. Her cheeks were quite round, not the typical melon-seed face, but it didn’t diminish her charm; rather, it added to her allure.

“Holy Son, if you keep pinching, my face won’t look good,” Yan Ruoyu pretended to be aggrieved, but inwardly she was delighted.

She enjoyed their current closeness, the life she had always longed for. To her, becoming an immortal or ancestor didn’t hold much appeal. She preferred a simple family life. Yet, fate led her on an unforeseen path.

“Such words are unbecoming of a cultivator,” Jiang Chen chided. At the True King realm, unless one’s soul was severely damaged, they could regenerate from a single drop of blood. If the soul was too badly damaged, it would require heavenly and earthly treasures to replenish the soul’s essence, followed by bodily reconstruction.

That’s what had happened to the aged figure in the ring – his soul was so damaged that only a wisp remained.

After teasing each other for a while, Jiang Chen and Yan Ruoyu left the inn, preparing to depart from Spirit Snake City.

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Suddenly, a vast and majestic aura swept over, with endless divine light pouring down like a reversed Milky Way, engulfing the entire sky. Every cultivator in Spirit Snake City trembled, many unable to control their power and crashing down from the sky. Others were crushed to the ground, gasping for breath under the overwhelming pressure.

Crack~

The sky split open as two colossal creatures soared out. A gigantic white feathered serpent roamed the sky, its massive body covering the firmament. Its scales shone like divine gold, and its enormous vertical pupils hung in the sky, overseeing the world. A Saint Realm being from the ancient Soaring Snake imperial clan.

Meanwhile, a golden Roc hovered above, its body gleaming as if cast from gold. Its feathers were sharp like divine swords, seeming to split the sky. This was a Saint Realm being from the ancient Golden Winged Roc imperial clan.

The arrival of two Saint Realm beings from the ancient imperial clans in Spirit Snake City imposed tremendous pressure, causing terror among the living beings as if the apocalypse had arrived.

“Where is the Holy Son?” boomed a commanding voice, ancient and filled with terrifying pressure.

“Is the Holy Son really here?” murmured the crowd. “Is it true that the Soaring Snake God Son and Jin Taiyuan died at the Holy Son’s hands? It seems the two ancient imperial clans have come for revenge.”

“Weren’t both parties’ younger generations clashing? Why are the elders of the ancient imperial clans getting involved?”

“The ancient imperial clans have overstepped. If anything happens to the Holy Son, the Primordial Holy Land will not stand by idly!”

“Are these ancient imperial clans getting impatient? Have they not learned their lesson from the catastrophe 8,000 years ago?”

People whispered, watching the colossal creatures in the sky, shocked by the sudden attack of the two Saint Realm beings from the ancient imperial clans. Their arrival signified a disregard for long standing rules, threatening the long-standing peace of the Nine Heavens Realm.

“I am here,” Jiang Chen responded calmly, standing unafraid under the immense pressure and addressing the two Saint Realm beings, “Have you come to avenge those two worthless beings? But you should understand what this represents.”

Protected by his guardian, Jiang Chen was unafraid of their Saintly might.

“You need not remind us, young one. We are well aware,” retorted the Soaring Snake Saint Realm being coldly. “We are here today to verify one thing – whether the Primordial Holy Land interfered in the death of our God Son.”

“If he died by your hand due to inferior strength, we have nothing to say. But if not, even if you are from the Primordial Holy Land, we will not let this go.”

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then replied, “Elders, be careful with your words. The White Tiger Clan 8,000 years ago acted just like you and met a disastrous end. I hope you won’t repeat their mistakes.”

The Golden Winged Roc Saint Realm being coldly said, “Are you scared?”

“Rumors say you’ve only recently reached the True King realm. In such a short time, it’s impossible for you to kill the Soaring Snake God Son and our clan’s prodigy.”

“The deaths of these two young talents are most likely due to interference from a Primordial Holy Land’s powerhouse.”

Because of the Supreme Soul Seal, even Saint Realm beings couldn’t discern Jiang Chen’s true cultivation level.

“Ridiculous!” Jiang Chen scoffed. “I don’t need the help of a powerhouse from my Holy Land to kill them.”

“Since you’re so confident, we’ve brought two Life and Death realm prodigies from our clan. If you can defeat them easily, it would prove your strength, and we would accept the God Son’s death.”

“Do you dare, Holy Son?” challenged the Soaring Snake Saint Realm being.

Jiang Chen replied with a puzzled expression, “I’ve seen clans protecting their prodigies, but never sending them to their deaths. It seems your generation is so prosperous that you think there are too many prodigies and wish to cull some.”

Hearing this, many people were taken aback. The fight hadn’t even started, and he was already thinking of killing the opponents?

“If you have the strength, we will accept defeat,” the Soaring Snake Saint Realm being stated coldly, still believing Jiang Chen was bluffing to scare them off.

“Enough talk, let’s see the truth through action!” the Golden Winged Roc impatiently said.

“Alright,” Jiang Chen agreed. “Since you’re so eager to sacrifice your clan’s prodigies, I will oblige.”

(TL: This is the translator I am changing the way they are addressed instead of Holy Young Master changing it to Holy Son.

I’ve been thinking since Son in chinese mean Young Master I translated it as Young Master but I’ve been thinking it doesn’t seem to fit since he’s part of a sect Holy Son/God Son seems a bit more compatible.)