102: Chapter 102 You're Definitely Going to Lose This Time

"Hmm... Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, there are so many people here..." Lin Qingzhu's elegant temperament collapsed instantly, and her head was so shy it was almost emitting red steam.

"Let's go."

To take care of Lin Qingzhu, Ye Xuan patted her little head again to soothe her, then let go of her small hand and said to Little Moon beside him, "Little Junior Sister, you and Junior Niece Qingzhu stay here as witnesses, so Third Saint Son Zhao Long won't have any misgivings."

"Alright, Senior Brother, come back quickly!"

Before leaving, Ye Xuan didn't forget to taunt Third Saint Son Zhao Long, "Third Saint Son Zhao Long, the bet is now officially established. See you in a bit."

"Hmph, you don't need to remind me. Junior Sister Qingxue, you stay here as a witness too. I'm going in with that Pretty Boy." Third Saint Son Zhao Long let out a muffled grunt and then instructed Lin Qingxue beside him.

Whether Lin Qingxue actually listened to him, however, was unknown. After all, Ye Xuan's appearance had truly stunned her. She was only with Third Saint Son Zhao Long for his cultivation resources; as for marrying such an arrogant guy, she had never considered it.

"Sister, what if I were to make him kneel at my feet?"

"Damn Pretty Boy." Seeing that Lin Qingxue ignored him, Third Saint Son Zhao Long clenched his fists, his face turning livid as he followed Ye Xuan into the Cangbing Pavilion.

Arriving at the entrance of the Cangbing Pavilion, Ye Xuan took out the golden token he had won from the Inner Sect Competition and pressed it against the gate.

"You scared me. I thought you had a ninth-level token, but it turns out to be just a mere sixth-level token."

Third Saint Son Zhao Long couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the key in Ye Xuan's palm, "With just that, you want to beat me? Pretty Boy, do you see this? The token in my hand can enter the eighth level! You are bound to lose this time. I'd like to see how you turn the tables." Saying this, Third Saint Son Zhao Long triumphantly shook the ninth-level token in his hand, as if victory were already in his grasp.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're proud of this? I hope you can still laugh later." Watching Third Saint Son Zhao Long's retreating figure, Ye Xuan couldn't help but shake his head in pity, then stepped into the golden circle of light before him, instantly teleporting to the sixth level.

On the fifth level of the Cangbing Pavilion, looking out, there were rows of glowing treasures floating in mid-air, stretching for about a hundred miles.

"The inner space is actually this large. It truly lives up to its name as a Sacred Land; such heritage is quite impressive indeed."

Ye Xuan spread out his divine sense, wanting to examine these light orbs, but he could only see blurry shadows and a trace of aura. Perhaps this was the Sacred Land's way of testing the disciples who entered the Cangbing Pavilion.

There were hundreds of types of weapons: broadswords, long spears, long staves, halberds, small pagodas, large cauldrons, gourds, great axes, giant hammers... everything one could imagine. Ye Xuan felt like his eyes were dazzled.

"However, where is that Great Emperor-grade profound technique of Yun Zhe's — Monarch Descends? My luck has improved quite a bit this time, and with Little Junior Sister here, I shouldn't be unable to find it, right?"

Ye Xuan fully expanded his divine sense, covering the entire hundred-mile radius, hoping to find that profound technique.

After a long while, Ye Xuan muttered, "No way, is my luck still this bad? There's no reason Yun Zhe could find it and I can't."

Suddenly, Ye Xuan thought of a method. The corners of his mouth curled up significantly, and he took out the zhu xian sword from his spirit ring, slashing towards the light orbs in front of him.

"Crack—"

"This definitely isn't it. Next one. Crack—"

This continued many times. Ye Xuan didn't even blink. If they couldn't withstand an ordinary strike from the zhu xian sword, it meant they didn't contain that Great Emperor-grade profound technique — Monarch Descends.

Ordinary Great Emperor-grade items have strong residual power on them and cannot be easily destroyed by ordinary, low-level cultivators.

This was the clumsiest method.

Watching one treasure after another be destroyed at his hands—some were books, others were King-grade spiritual treasures.

The sounds on the fifth level never stopped; they continued incessantly.

"Bang—"

Suddenly, when Ye Xuan slashed his sword at a light orb emitting an ancient aura in front of him, he was actually sent flying back by the impact.

"It should be you."

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, but soon a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. He couldn't think of anything else that could withstand the zhu xian sword other than that Great Emperor-grade profound technique. He grabbed the light orb, "I'll choose you!"

Outside.

At the entrance of the Cangbing Pavilion, Little Moon muttered several times, "Why is Senior Brother so slow? Why hasn't he come out yet? It's been almost two hours."

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan is likely selecting a good treasure, so it's taking a long time. Don't worry." Lin Qingxue, leaning next to Little Moon, responded very calmly.

"Heh, that Pretty Boy hasn't come out yet; he's probably afraid of losing that Sage-grade profound technique to me." Third Saint Son Zhao Long said dismissively, his eyes filled with greed.

A Sage-grade profound technique was far more precious than the King-grade Blazing Sun Sword he held in his hand. It would soon be his.

"Senior Brother hasn't come out yet, who gave you permission to spout nonsense?" Little Moon, who hadn't spoken for a long time, glared at Third Saint Son Zhao Long with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, we'll see."

Third Saint Son Zhao Long naturally knew Little Moon and didn't dare to offend this little ancestor too much, so he could only bite the bullet and say that. Then he cast his lustful gaze onto Lin Qingzhu, "Junior Sister Qingzhu, you should stay away from that Pretty Boy in the future. Just looking at his face, he must be a flirt who has harmed many young girls."

"Only I, your Senior Brother, will always be good to you. In the future, whenever I have good things, I will definitely give them to you first."

Being bored, Third Saint Son Zhao Long stepped forward and launched a psychological attack on Lin Qingzhu, attempting to undermine Ye Xuan's standing in her heart.

"I've already told you, don't call me Qingzhu. Are we that familiar? Also, stay away from me. Don't think I don't know about the filthy things you've done in the past."

Lin Qingzhu gave Third Saint Son Zhao Long a cold look and took several steps back, her pretty face covered in frost, "Do you think I would believe your nonsense?"

As the Third Saint Son, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was the weakest among all the Saint Sons, but there was one thing everyone knew: he liked to toy with the feelings of female disciples. Almost everyone in the Sacred Land knew about this.

Even though Lin Qingzhu had exposed this, Third Saint Son Zhao Long still shamelessly fawned over her, completely disregarding the others present, leaving even Lin Qingxue speechless.

Lin Qingxue sneered a few times, "Heh, with a man like you, how could I dare to entrust myself to you?"

If it weren't for his cultivation resources, she would have kicked him away long ago.

"What's going on? Why have so many little ancestors gathered here today?" Just at this moment, a familiar voice came from afar. Sword God Li Chungang had actually arrived at the Cangbing Pavilion.