Yaoguang Sacred Ground.
Inside the Grand Hall of the Sect Leader.
The Yaoguang Sacred Lord stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his aura as deep as a vast abyss, imposing like a towering mountain. Even without moving, he seemed like an immovable giant, suffocating those around him with his overwhelming presence.
Behind him, a young man stood respectfully, his expression serious.
“My son, have you seen the Celestial Prodigy Ranking just released by the Tianji Tower?” The Yaoguang Sacred Lord asked.
“I have seen it, Father,” the young man replied.
After a moment of contemplation, the Sacred Lord spoke again. “In my opinion, this Celestial Prodigy Ranking is just a scheme to gain false prestige.”
“A mere wandering cultivator, Feng Nishang, can be ranked above our Yaoguang Sacred Ground's disciples?” he continued.
“No,” the Sacred Lord shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, “Feng Nishang is not ranked above our Sacred Ground, she is ranked above you. If you wish to remove this stigma, you will have to defeat her with your own hands.”
“I understand!” The Yaoguang Sacred Son said firmly, “I will send people to find Feng Nishang, and once we locate her, I will personally defeat her to uphold the prestige of Yaoguang Sacred Ground!”
“Good...” The Sacred Lord nodded but added, “It's not just about the prestige of Yaoguang Sacred Ground. In the future, there will be even greater responsibilities that you will need to bear.”
There were some matters the Sacred Lord did not wish to discuss in detail. His son was still somewhat inexperienced and, in his eyes, lacking a bit in strength. The less he knew about certain things, the better.
In truth, the Sacred Lord was also a bit worried. His son had grown up in Yaoguang Sacred Ground and had developed a strong sense of attachment to the sect. What would happen if, in the future, he learned the truth about his real identity and couldn't accept it?
Father and son at odds?
The mere thought of it made the Sacred Lord feel a headache coming on.
“Feng Nishang is ranked above you, so she must have some real ability. You should be cautious if you face her,” the Sacred Lord advised.
Although he had significant enmity with the Tianji Tower, the Sacred Lord never doubted the abilities of the Tower's master. Someone who could predict the future wouldn't be using fake information to deceive the world. It was best to be cautious, there would be no harm in that.
“You worry too much, Father. This is just a trick by the Tianji Tower's master,” the Sacred Son replied disdainfully, “He's our enemy, so he will do everything he can to lower the reputation of Yaoguang Sacred Ground.”
“In the cultivation world, it's common knowledge that wandering cultivators have little chance of rising to the top. They lack comprehensive cultivation techniques, and as for resources, they are far behind the major sects. Some wandering cultivators are even more ruthless than the demonic sects. They'll turn against anyone over a little bit of cultivation resources.”
“How much can such people really accomplish?” he continued. “After thousands of years, it's unlikely that any wandering cultivator will become a Saint. Even those that do, are extremely rare. In any sect, they would be considered geniuses!”
“Generally, such individuals are recruited by major forces after becoming Saints, and once they join a sect, they are no longer considered wandering cultivators.”
“Not all wandering cultivators are without merit,” the Sacred Lord interjected. “But, I understand. Your experience is still limited. You'll understand more as you encounter more challenges in the future.”
As for Feng Nishang, the Sacred Lord believed she was a stepping stone, someone just one rank higher than his son. She couldn't be that much stronger. His son still had a good chance of defeating her.
“By defeating Feng Nishang, not only will you bolster your own reputation, but you can also mock the Tianji Tower,” the Sacred Lord said with a hint of satisfaction. “If their rankings are wrong, it'll show how flawed their predictions are.”
This could also serve as a prelude for the exposure of his son's true identity in the future. After all, there had been one miscalculation already—if there were another one, it would be seen as understandable.
“Father, before I came here, I received some news,” the Sacred Son said softly.
“What news?” the Sacred Lord asked.
“I heard that Yuheng Sacred Son has issued a challenge to Ye Chen...”
“Do you want to go and see for yourself?” The Sacred Lord turned around and looked at his son, his voice deep.
“This might be an opportunity,” the Sacred Son said with bright eyes, his tone resolute.
He knew Ye Chen was strong, with the backing of an imperial family, and countless strong individuals behind him. But the Yuheng Sacred Son wasn't weak either, with over a million years of history behind Yuheng Sacred Ground.
In fact, Yuheng Sacred Ground was an old sect among the many, and the strength of their Saint Son was uncertain. No one could predict how strong he was.
But this powerful Yuheng Sacred Son wasn't even on the Celestial Prodigy Ranking, which was quite puzzling. Not only was the Sacred Son curious about the outcome of a battle between Ye Chen and Yuheng Sacred Son, but so were many other Saint Sons.
This battle wasn't just about the face of two massive forces; it also questioned the accuracy of the rankings.
If they fought to a draw, it would mean that the Celestial Prodigy Ranking was inaccurate—how could the second-ranked and a nameless person fight to a standstill?
If Ye Chen won decisively, everyone would have to reconsider the weight of the rankings.
“Let's go see. I'll send an elder with you,” the Sacred Lord said with a smile.
“Thank you, Father.” The Sacred Son bowed respectfully.
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