Chapter 30

"Zushi Hall? It does indeed stir some interest. However, I, Zong Shou, simply don’t have the thick skin for it. Since I’ve already been called a waste today, it’s not necessarily a must to join Yunling Sect. Anyway, you all look down on my dual-meridian body, right?"

After speaking, Zong Shou suddenly leaped and jumped off the Heavenly Talisman Platform, directly heading towards the entrance of the Dao Palace.

Behind him, Lin Fei opened his mouth, wanting to speak to retain him, but in the end, it turned into a sigh, and he remained silent. As for Liang Miaozhi, who had stood in front of the grand hall from beginning to end, her fists were already dripping with fresh blood.

Yin Yang hesitated slightly, his face showing a struggle. But in just a moment, he had a resolute expression and quickly followed Chuxue, walking briskly.

Just as they had walked out of the crowd, Zong Shou suddenly remembered something and turned his head to say, "What’s the point of holding onto that Yunling Sect token, Uncle Yin? Can such a useless thing be used as food?"

Yin Yang was taken aback, then laughed. He casually threw the Yunling Sect token to the side.

With a 'clang,' the entire parade ground was filled with hundreds of Yunling Sect disciples, their faces flushed with anger and shame.

Dropping the token on the ground was no different from slapping them hard in the face!

The thousand-year reputation and rules of Yunling Sect seemed to be trampled underfoot at this moment.

Lin Fei on the Talent Platform looked increasingly despondent, while Liang Miaozhi felt a sharp pain in her chest, a slight sweetness in her throat, and her mouth was full of the taste of rust.

Zong Shou, however, burst into laughter and continued walking out. Just as he was about to step out of the gate, a figure suddenly blocked the entrance. Tall and slender, with a youthful face and slightly dark skin, he exuded a sunny and likable aura. Only his eyes were like those of a wild beast, fierce and brutal.

A domineering and powerful aura instantly enveloped him, shaking his spirit. It was as if a fierce, bloodthirsty leopard was about to pounce, rather than a thirteen-year-old boy of the same age.

Yin Yang's eyes immediately changed. He hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to block Zong Shou.

At this moment, Zong Shou's eyes slightly narrowed.

"Ah, it’s this person—"

The memories buried deep in his mind instantly became vivid. Yan Feibai, who entered Yunling Sect at thirteen, stepped into the ranks of the Heavenly Rank powerhouses in just ten years.

Calculating the time and age, wasn’t this person precisely the one who joined Yunling Sect this year?

Among the disciples of this generation of Yunling Sect, who else could have such martial talent at this age?

Since this person is here, the other one must also be present. His gaze roamed around and indeed found a girl not far away, her face flushed with interest, watching from a distance.

If his guess was correct, this girl must be Ge Hanyun.

In the Divine Emperor Era, spiritual energy surged. Countless heroes emerged. Although these two would later become top geniuses, they were not particularly outstanding among the many strong figures.

The reason Zong Shou remembered them so clearly was due to a fierce battle with these two in his previous life, as well as the Heavenly Talisman and Bright Sword Platforms.

—Even without him, in just two years, Yan Feibai would break the myth of Donglin Yunlu. With just one sword, he would break the Lesser Luo Tian Sword Formation in seven hundred breaths. Meanwhile, Ge Hanyun would borrow the 'Luo Xiao Ling Yun Pen' and personally draw twelve Heavenly Talismans on the Heavenly Talisman Platform, shocking Yunlu. On the same day, both would advance to become direct disciples of Yunling Sect, becoming pillars of the sect.

His mind only wavered slightly before returning to calm. Zong Shou's figure continued to move forward without a moment's pause. However, the position of his steps changed slightly. By merely shifting his body to the side, he effortlessly dismantled the fierce leopard-like aura and passed by the boy.

Yan Feibai's figure immediately trembled. Then he coldly snorted, "What a remarkable technique! Such martial talent is truly a pity. You are currently dual-meridian, so it’s not a fair fight for me. If in three years, the Young Master can reach the Martial Master realm, Feibai will definitely seek you out to determine who is superior!"

Zong Shou was puzzled. This statement was incomprehensible, and he couldn’t understand the cause and effect. If it’s not a fair fight now, then in three years, it will be fair? He then remembered this person's martial obsession and shook his head, ignoring him and walking out of the Dao Palace gate.

The sides were surrounded by mountains and clouds, but looking straight ahead, it was an open expanse, with a view of tens of miles, making one feel broad-minded and refreshed.

But when Zong Shou looked down, he saw a rugged and steep mountain path leading down. It was paved with jade but was extremely dangerous, with countless clouds obscuring the way, making it impossible to see the direction. It seemed to foreshadow his future path.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Zong Shou laughed again and walked down the mountain.

Perhaps due to excessive physical exhaustion, his steps were unsteady, and his body swayed. But each step was resolute.

No matter how difficult the path, it can still be walked. If there is no path ahead, then he would force one open!

There’s no reason why the decades of accumulation from his previous life couldn’t overcome this dual-meridian body!

Yunling Sect is good, but his nature prefers freedom and no constraints—

Feeling a surge of heroism and self-satisfaction, he thought everything in the world was so simple. Suddenly, Zong Shou let out an "Ouch!" His feet gave way, and his body involuntarily fell forward.

Looking at the vast, empty abyss, Zong Shou immediately covered his face in despair, thinking his life was over. He wondered if his unfulfilled ambitions would end here?

The next moment, he felt a dizzying spin and was forcefully pulled back.

"Master, stop being stubborn!"

The voice was like a silver bell. When Zong Shou looked closely, he found himself on Chuxue's back.

How could this be! How could a man be carried by a girl?

Zong Shou instinctively struggled, but when the alluring scent of a maiden reached his nose, he changed his mind and laughed, hugging the girl tightly.

The scent was really pleasant!

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An hour after Zong Shou and the others left, the Danling Dao Palace remained silent.

The inner disciple admission test was hastily concluded. All the Yunling disciples had grim expressions. No one bothered to clean up the scattered parts and stones on the two stone platforms.

No one touched the Yunling Zhu token.

Liang Miaozhi and Lin Fei, the highest-ranking figures here, stood motionless for a long time, dazed.

At this moment, a three-colored light descended from the clouds atop the mountain. A middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a broad belt and a slightly plump build, stepped out of the light onto the Heavenly Talisman Platform.

Looking around, the gentle smile that usually graced his face was gone, replaced by surprise. "Uncle Lin, did something happen? Ling Weizi only went to the Spirit Nurturing Palace, did he miss something? From this situation, did someone break the Lesser Luo Tian Sword Formation and copy twelve Heavenly Talismans? I wonder which disciple has such extraordinary talent?"

Lin Fei's figure stiffened, and his mouth was filled with bitterness.