Chapter 82

Tap! Tap!

Under the sound of footsteps, the ten young geniuses were extremely tense.

Only the taciturn young man, San Wei, sat motionless with a blank expression.

Creak!

The door of the pavilion opened, and three figures walked in.

The leader was a young man in a green robe, tall and handsome, with bright eyes and an aura of restrained power. His gaze made the young geniuses feel as if they had been struck by lightning.

"It's him..."

Zhao Feng stared at the young man in the green robe, recognizing him.

Eh!

Zhao Yufei showed a hint of surprise.

The young man in the green robe was none other than Ye Lingyun, who had personally visited Yuyang City. After entering Guangling City, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei had not seen Ye Lingyun for a month.

Behind Ye Lingyun followed two young men, one smiling gracefully and the other silent and stiff.

Nangong Fan! Bei Mo!

Feng Yin Yue and Lei Zuo's hearts skipped a beat.

Why are they here too?

Zhao Feng's mind was slightly chilled. He had dealt with Nangong Fan and Bei Mo before and understood how terrifying these two super geniuses were.

Especially Bei Mo, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the eighth level, and he even had a record of slaying a ninth-level martial artist.

Compared to these two super geniuses, the ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards seemed somewhat dim.

"Senior Brother Ye is here too."

The taciturn young man smiled and stood up to greet Ye Lingyun.

They exchanged greetings and took their seats.

Zhao Feng noticed that Ye Lingyun's seat was even ahead of the taciturn young man's.

"Master Ye Lingyun is also a disciple of Lord Guangjun?"

Zhao Feng was secretly surprised.

At this moment, he noticed that Ye Lingyun's gaze had fallen on him, with a kind and smiling look.

Clearly, Ye Lingyun had some expectations for Zhao Feng.

"The purpose of Master's emergence from seclusion is to select one or two personal disciples. We two have no hope, anyway."

Ye Lingyun conversed with the taciturn young man.

Personal disciples?

The ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards showed puzzled expressions.

"Don't be surprised. I, Master Ye, and Junior Brother Nangong are all registered disciples. The only true personal disciple is Junior Brother Bei Mo."

The taciturn young man explained.

Registered disciples!

Zhao Feng and the others were shocked.

With Ye Lingyun and the taciturn young man's strength, at least at the ninth level of martial arts, they were only registered disciples of Lord Guangjun?

With Nangong Fan's eighth-level cultivation, such a super genius was also a registered disciple under Lord Guangjun?

Among those present, only Bei Mo was a personal disciple of Lord Guangjun.

"This Bei Mo is only a year older than me, yet his cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth level, and he even has the ability to slay ninth-level martial artists. Only such a super genius has the qualifications to become a personal disciple of Lord Guangjun..."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

With Bei Mo's strength, he could easily sweep through the Zhao family and the entire Yuyang City, where no one would be his match.

Even in Guangling City, he would be one of the top-tier strongmen under Lord Guangjun.

And such a top-tier strongman and super genius was competing with them in the same era.

Many of the geniuses present looked at Bei Mo with envy, jealousy, and helplessness.

"Report to Lord San Wei, the master has instructed to lead the ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards to the 'Spirit Martial Hall.'"

A shadowy figure, like a ghost, appeared at the door of the pavilion.

The newcomer was a Guangjun Guard, kneeling on one knee.

There were eighteen Guangjun Guards, but the top three, including San Wei, were all peak martial artists and leaders among the Guangjun Guards.

"Spirit Martial Hall?"

Ye Lingyun and the taciturn young man exchanged glances, both showing a hint of surprise.

The Spirit Martial Hall was the core of Guangling City and the place where Lord Guangjun himself cultivated.

Ordinarily, no one was allowed to enter the Spirit Martial Hall, not even registered disciples of Lord Guangjun, unless summoned.

"Master has summoned you to the 'Spirit Martial Hall.' It seems he has made up his mind. This will be a great opportunity for you."

Ye Lingyun's expression was solemn as he immediately stood up and led the way.

The ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards sensed an unusual atmosphere.

But they understood that today might be a chance to influence and change their lives.

"Three years ago, Junior Brother Bei Mo and I entered the 'Spirit Martial Hall' together. As a result, I became a registered disciple of Lord Guangjun, while he became a personal disciple of Master..."

Nangong Fan took a deep breath and glanced at Bei Mo beside him.

Bei Mo had a stern face and remained silent.

Recalling the scene of entering the "Spirit Martial Hall" with Bei Mo, Nangong Fan still found it hard to understand.

But since that day, their fates had taken a turn.

Once becoming a disciple of Lord Guangjun, even a registered disciple, one would have advantages far surpassing those of other major family's children, transcending ordinary people.

After a short while,

The group arrived at an ancient, gray-silver hall in the center of Guangling City.

The ancient hall seemed empty, giving a sense of desolation.

Upon entering the hall, no one could see a single figure.

Only Zhao Feng, if he activated his left eye to its limit, could sense and capture the dark silver figures hidden in the dark corners, about three or four Guangjun Guards.

"Master, they have arrived."

Master Ye Lingyun stood at the entrance of the hall, respectfully saying.

"Come in."

A deep, resonant voice came from the depths of the hall.

The voice seemed to come from the distant clouds, without any deliberate pressure, yet it made everyone feel as if they were gazing at the distant stars.

The ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards breathed heavily, their hearts tense, filled with trepidation and reverence, each step feeling like they were approaching heaven.

Zhao Feng felt a strange excitement, a warm sensation from his left eye spreading through his body.

At this moment, out of some cautious intuition, he dared not easily activate his left eye's ability.

Because before entering the hall, his left eye had detected an intangible aura from a powerful presence deep within, making him feel that every move they made was under the control of that presence.

Tap! Tap!

The group of young geniuses, uneasy, entered the hall.

Even Nangong Fan and Bei Mo, already disciples of Lord Guangjun, looked uneasy and solemn.

The vast hall had only one person, sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

If not for seeing it with their own eyes, no one would have noticed that there was a person in the hall.

Sitting on the cushion was a middle-aged man in a silver robe with golden patterns, his figure sharp and angular, his features regular, eyes closed, appearing like an ordinary person, without any aura of a martial artist.

At first glance, he seemed like an ordinary person who had not entered the path of martial arts.

It was hard to imagine that this middle-aged man was Lord Guangjun, the legendary martial artist of Xiangyun Kingdom.

"Master, the ten most outstanding geniuses of the Heavenly Guard Camp are all here."

The taciturn young man, San Wei, bowed and said.

"Good!"

Lord Guangjun slowly nodded, opened his eyes, and waved his hand.

The moment he opened his eyes, the deep, black eyes seemed like an endless sea, boundless and infinite.

Zhao Feng felt a strong visual impact. The moment Lord Guangjun opened his eyes and waved his hand, it seemed to blend with the surroundings, emitting a suffocating aura.

That wave of the hand seemed like a king inviting everyone to sit.

Ye Lingyun, San Wei, Bei Mo, Nangong Fan, and the other disciples sat on cushions near Lord Guangjun.

The ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards sat on ten cushions arranged in order.

The seating arrangement was based on the ranking of the Ten Heavenly Guards.

First place: Feng Yin Yue, second place: Lei Zuo, third place: Lu Xiaoyun... tenth place: Zhao Feng.

Such was the arrangement.

"Master, this generation of the Heavenly Guard Camp has a few outstanding geniuses."

The taciturn young man said softly.

Lord Guangjun's face was expressionless, his black eyes showing no emotion as he calmly scanned the ten young geniuses.

Ah!

At that moment, the ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards felt a shock, as if struck by lightning.

Zhao Feng felt Lord Guangjun's gaze like a bright black lightning bolt, flashing through his mind, causing a short circuit.

Almost in the blink of an eye,

Lord Guangjun had a clear understanding of the cultivation levels of the ten young geniuses.

Zhao Feng had a sense of being completely seen through.

He had a feeling that even if he had perfected the "Withered Tree Breath Technique," it would be impossible to hide his cultivation from Lord Guangjun.

Fortunately, for this meeting, he had not concealed his cultivation to perform better.

"Stronger than before, but unfortunately, none of you seem to have the qualifications to become my personal disciples."

Lord Guangjun's face was calm, merely stating a fact.

But Zhao Feng's left eye, without any deliberate effort, still caught a fleeting disappointment in Lord Guangjun's eyes.

Boom!

The ten young geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards felt a chill, as if they had been thrown from heaven into the abyss.

Lord Guangjun's words clearly expressed that none of the top geniuses of the Ten Heavenly Guards had truly caught his eye.

"How can this be!"

Ye Lingyun and the taciturn young man were also surprised and disbelieving.

In their eyes, the geniuses of this generation of the Heavenly Guard Camp, though not as monstrous as Bei Mo, were still impressive.

Especially Feng Yin Yue and Zhao Feng, both young, had reached the seventh level of martial arts.

"Master, how can you be sure without trying..."

Ye Lingyun said cautiously, his gaze passing over Zhao Feng with a hint of expectation.

"That's right. Among these geniuses, Feng Yin Yue has reached the peak of the seventh level, almost matching Lu Xiaoyun. Zhao Feng, the youngest, has also reached the seventh level and has astonishing strength. In terms of memory, he even surpasses Junior Brother Bei Mo."

The taciturn young man, with a look of reluctance, also persuaded.

After all, these geniuses were trained and nurtured by him with great effort.