298: Chapter 298 Such a Lack of Understanding of Rules

In the Nanxuan Continent, the Great Emperor-level orthodoxy, the Alchemy Holy Sect, sprawls across tens of thousands of miles, its majestic presence akin to a fairyland.

Here, immortal mountains rise amidst swirling clouds and mist, with dense spiritual energy permeating every inch of the landscape like a tangible substance.

As one of the most powerful factions in the Nanxuan Continent, the Alchemy Holy Sect possesses unparalleled heritage and strength.

Within the sect, experts are as numerous as clouds, and geniuses emerge in every generation, inheriting countless precious alchemy techniques and mysterious cultivation methods.

On this wondrous land, cultivators can feel the rich atmosphere for cultivation and endless opportunities.

Deep within the Alchemy Holy Sect, inside a grand hall built upon an Emperor vein, six thrones are arranged in sequence.

Each throne radiates a heart-palpitating aura, as if they represent boundless power and majesty.

Upon the six majestic high seats sit six figures with powerful, hazy auras.

Their presence, like deities amidst the clouds, evokes a sense of mystery and sublimity.

Suddenly, a low voice shattered the silence of the hall: "True Disciple Ye Xin has fallen in the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm!"

The speaker was the Great Saint in a yellow robe sitting in the third position.

His voice carried a trace of regret and shock.

As a True Disciple of the Alchemy Holy Sect, Ye Xin possessed extraordinary strength; his fall in the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm was truly unexpected.

Immediately after, the Great Medicine Saint sitting on the second throne spoke: "The position of True Disciple in the Holy Land cannot remain vacant; select one person from the Core Disciples to be promoted to True Disciple."

His aura was a notch stronger than the Great Saint's, and his words revealed an unquestionable decisiveness.

However, the Great Saint in purple robes sitting in the fourth position muttered in a low voice: "Ye Xin was of my Ye family; his True Disciple lineage should be inherited by a prodigy of my Ye family."

This Great Saint was none other than the ancestor of the Ye family; naturally, he was unwilling to easily yield Ye Xin's True Disciple position to another.

"Old Monster Ye, our Alchemy Holy Sect has always upheld the principle that the strong reign supreme. Aside from Ye Xin, the others in your Ye family's current generation have weaker talent and are insufficient to become True Disciples," another Great Saint countered.

The Ye family ancestor snorted coldly and retorted: "Are the prodigies of my Ye family for you to judge? Furthermore, since Ye Xin has fallen, his True Disciple position should rightfully be taken over by our Ye family descendants. This is our Ye family's tradition, and it is also a mark of respect for Ye Xin."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall grew tense as both sides held their ground, refusing to yield.

The other Great Saints remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Just as everyone was arguing endlessly, the mysterious figure sitting at the head of the hall finally spoke.

His voice was calm and deep, as if imbued with boundless wisdom and power.

"There is no need for you all to argue. Ye Xin's position as True Disciple does indeed need a successor, but we cannot make a decision based solely on family ties. Doing so would not only violate the principles of our Alchemy Holy Sect but also fail to select a truly suitable candidate."

Hearing this, everyone quieted down, waiting for what this mysterious figure would say next.

"How about this: we hold a selection tournament in which all Core Disciples participate. The final victor, regardless of whether they are from the Ye family, shall become the new True Disciple. This ensures fairness and justice while selecting the most outstanding talent—is that not the best of both worlds?"

The mysterious expert proposed a solution.

This proposal was accepted by everyone, and thus, a fierce selection tournament was about to commence.

Every Core Disciple began gearing up, preparing to showcase their skills in the tournament and vie for that supreme position of True Disciple.

The descendants of the Ye family were even more determined, eager to prove their strength and defend the honor of the Ye family.

"Venerable Nangong, was it not while searching for the Eternal Flower for Nangong Bingtong that my Ye family's Ye Xin unfortunately fell?" the Cang family ancestor retorted with slight dissatisfaction after hearing the words of the Great Medicine Saint on the highest seat.

"That is entirely the fault of that brat Ye Xin; the girl Ling'er has not a shred of romantic affection for him.

On the contrary, he was obsessed with matters of the heart all day long. With such a mindset, let alone becoming a True Disciple, he would struggle to shoulder any significant responsibility even as an ordinary disciple!

His fall may not necessarily be a bad thing.

However, considering that he did it for our clan's Ling'er after all, I can grant your Ye family one additional slot to compete for the position of True Disciple!"

From the high seat, the voice of the Quasi-Emperor expert was as calm as water, yet the majesty contained within left no room for doubt.

Having said this, his figure slowly dissipated until it vanished without a trace.

Seeing the Supreme Nangong depart, the peerless, graceful female Saint King on the sixth throne also rose and followed, leaving the hall together.

Seeing this, the other Saints also rose and left one after another; for a time, only the Ye family ancestor remained, sitting alone in the fourth position within the vast hall.

"Only one additional slot? That child Ye Xin threw his life away for nothing; it truly wasn't worth it! Sigh, matters have come to this, it is useless to say more..."

The Ye family's Great Saint murmured, his words filled with regret and unwillingness.

"Ye Xin carried three talismans of my Great Saint-level attacks that I had bestowed upon him, yet he still could not escape the fate of falling. It seems that the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm must be fraught with crises and extreme danger! There is likely more to this matter; it would be prudent to send someone from the clan to investigate clearly!"

The Ye family's Great Saint ancestor murmured, and subsequently, his figure gradually dissipated on the spot.

At the peak of the nine heavens of the Alchemy Holy Sect, the female Saint who had previously sat in the sixth position blocked the Supreme's path and spoke in a voice as melodious as celestial music: "Sister Baili, time flies; in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand years have passed. Do you still not understand my sincere heart?"

"Why be so persistent? The Great Era is about to arrive, and endless darkness will follow in its wake. You should focus on your cultivation and strive to break through to the Great Saint realm as soon as possible!"

At this moment, the captivating, lingering celestial voice of the Saint Nangong sounded once more, yet this beautiful voice belonged to a cold, mature, and regal female immortal.

Having said this, her figure instantly vanished.

"Hmph, I will never give up easily!"

The aloof and beautiful female Saint stomped her foot and complained with some unwillingness, after which her beautiful figure also vanished into the void.

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had passed, yet that mysterious male cultivator still had not walked out of Murong Liyue's boudoir!

On Liyue Immortal Peak, Xu Yingying stood a hundred feet away from Murong Liyue's cave dwelling, muttering to herself: "It's been so long… how much longer is he going to stay inside?"

A thought suddenly surfaced in her mind, making Xu Yingying's heart race: "How about I quietly use an image-recording stone to record what happens between that male cultivator and Murong Liyue, and then find someone to send this footage to that hateful Ye Xuan?

When the time comes, I'll see what kind of expression he makes; it will surely be spectacular!"