189: Chapter 189 Holy Son Taixuan

About a few miles away from the Palm Print Abyss, on a relatively secluded cliff with an excellent view.

A young man dressed in plain white Daoist robes, with a temperament as gentle and refined as jade, stood with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the astonishing phenomenon at the core of the abyss.

His aura was restrained, seemingly peaceful, but the dignified bearing of one long accustomed to high status between his brows was difficult to conceal. This was none other than the current Saint of Supreme Mystery Holy Land—Yun Yicheng.

His cultivation had reached the Middle Stage of the Cave Heaven Realm.

Half a step behind him, a gray-robed old man stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, his aura as deep and vast as an abyss or ocean, clearly a King Realm Middle Stage expert—the Saint's Dao Protector.

Further away, there were several young Disciples wearing Supreme Mystery Holy Land attire, all his followers, currently also looking with shock at the distant light pillar and Dao Rhyme fluctuations.

"Such pure Battle Intent... and that Sword Intent...?"

Yun Yicheng murmured softly, a trace of irrepressible admiration and appreciation flashing in his gentle eyes.

"This is definitely not something an ordinary Legacy could nurture. That such a Prodigy could emerge in a remote place like Xuan Province? It's quite unexpected."

As the Saint of Supreme Mystery Holy Land, he had witnessed countless Prodigies in the Eastern Region, but those like the two before him, who could stir such Dao Rhyme resonance and even faintly touch the essence of their own paths, were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Hearing this, the gray-robed old man said in a low voice, "Saint, the solidity of their Foundation and the purity of their Dao Rhyme are indeed rare. Especially that clarity regarding their own paths—it doesn't seem like imitation, more like an Origin Awakening, with immense potential."

The old man's tone also carried a trace of surprise.

A faint, somewhat matter-of-fact smile curled at the corner of Yun Yicheng's mouth, as if he had discovered two uncut jades awaiting carving.

He slightly turned his head and instructed a more clever follower behind him.

"After the phenomenon here subsides and those two finish Cultivating, go over, be polite, and invite them for a chat. Say... Yun Yichen of Supreme Mystery Holy Land, delighted by their talent, wishes to befriend them."

Though the words were polite, the implication was clear enough—he had taken a liking to these two's talent, believing they were qualified to become his followers, or at least, were worth "befriending" and bringing under his wing.

In this Saint's view, being personally recruited by the Saint of Supreme Mystery Holy Land was an Opportunity difficult for any young Cultivator to resist.

"Yes, Saint!" That follower responded respectfully, his eyes showing admiration for the Saint's discernment.

Yun Yicheng turned his gaze back toward the direction of the abyss, his eyes profound.

He calculated in his heart that if he could subdue these two and nurture them with Holy Land resources, they would undoubtedly become excellent aids in his future competition for the Holy Master position, and even in reaching the Peak of the Eastern Region.

As for whether the two would refuse?

He didn't consider it much—the reputation of Supreme Mystery Holy Land, and the olive branch he personally extended, carried enough weight.

Meanwhile, in the abyss, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu remained completely absorbed, unaware that they had already been "noted" by a Saint from a top-tier force in the Eastern Region.

The Dao Rhyme around them interacted with heaven and earth more profoundly, and the commotion they caused gradually calmed, but that powerful aura after their transformation, like a dormant dragon, grew increasingly startling.

On Zizhu Peak, Gu Changge "saw" this scene through the endless Void Realm, and naturally "heard" the words of that Supreme Mystery Holy Land Saint.

The corner of his mouth imperceptibly lifted into a slight arc, as if smiling yet not.

"Supreme Mystery Holy Land... Yun Yicheng?"

He whispered softly, "His discernment isn't bad. Unfortunately... my Disciples, how could they be casually recruited by others?"

He took no action, merely watching quietly.

The surging aura around Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu slowly receded, the sharp divine light in their eyes contained, having just concluded a deep level of Dao comprehension.

The two were about to exchange insights from this experience when suddenly—

"You old bastards from Glazed Holy Land! You dogs from Glazed Holy Land! You've chased your Fat Master for three days! Do you really think Fat Master is easy to bully? I spit on you! What damn Holy Land, even more shameless than bandits—!!"

A shrill, sky-rending angry shout, like a thunderclap, approached from afar, forcibly tearing through the not-yet-fully-settled residual Dao Rhyme waves in this area.

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu frowned almost simultaneously, looking up.

In the distant sky, a round, disheveled figure was desperately fleeing with an Escape Technique that seemed to burn his Origin—who else could it be but Wang Xiaopang?

His current appearance was more miserable than ever before; his Magic Treasure robe had long become mud-stained rags, barely covering his body.

His face was streaked black and white, mixed with sweat and bloodstains; his hair stood on end, still emitting wisps of green smoke, clearly having just been struck by Lightning Magic.

Most glaringly, half of a glazed short sword was stuck in his buttocks, trembling comically and pitifully as he ran with all his might.

Behind him, five streams of light radiating fierce Killing Intent pursued closely, astonishingly fast.

The leader was none other than that Elder Yu Jizi of Glazed Holy Land, his face ashen, the Killing Intent in his eyes almost solidifying, roaring, "Little thief! Don't just talk big! Today, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will definitely take your life and retrieve the Holy Artifact!"

This sudden chase scene instantly drew the attention of all Cultivators in the ruins.

Whether originally comprehending Dao Traces or searching for resources, all now looked over in astonishment. Even the Supreme Mystery Holy Land group on the distant cliff turned their heads.

"That's... people from Glazed Holy Land?!"

A Cultivator recognized the distinctive Liuli Holy Light attire and exclaimed in surprise.

"The leader... such terrifying pressure! He's King Realm! A Glazed Holy Land Elder is personally pursuing?!"

"Who is that fatty? He actually provoked Glazed Holy Land into sending a King Realm Elder after him? What did he do?!"

"Haven't you noticed? A Purple Mansion Realm Cultivator, chased by a King for so long, still hasn't been killed?"

Exclamations and discussions instantly erupted in every corner. Everyone's gazes were filled with shock, curiosity, and a hint of schadenfreude.

In everyone's view, being targeted like this by Glazed Holy Land, that fatty's fate was already sealed, with no chance of survival.

A trace of surprise also appeared on Yun Yicheng's gentle face, his gaze falling on the disheveled Wang Xiaopang, scrutinizing.

"Oh? Elder Yu Jizi of Glazed Holy Land personally taking action... this fatty is quite interesting. To cause such a commotion, he must have some shocking secret on him."

The gray-robed Dao Protector behind him said in a low voice, "Saint, Yu Jizi is someone who holds grudges and acts ruthlessly. For this fatty to make him lose composure like this in pursuit, the involvement is likely huge. Should we..."

Yun Yicheng gently waved his hand, the corner of his mouth still carrying that faint smile: "Observe quietly. Glazed Holy Land's commotion is just for watching. Let's see what's so special about this fatty."

His gaze carried more of a condescending curiosity, as if watching a play unrelated to himself.

At this moment, Shi Wanshan frowned, looking at Wang Xiaopang, his eyes flickering, suddenly remembering that a few days ago he casually stripped this fatty clean... at that time, in his Storage Ring, there seemed to be several Magic Treasures and Medicinal Pills with Glazed Holy Land marks!

"Hiss... it can't be, right?" Shi Wanshan felt a bit uneasy inside.

"Could it be because I robbed... ahem, 'borrowed' his things, causing him to lose his defensive gear, so he was discovered by Glazed Holy Land people and chased all the way here?"

Thinking this, Shi Wanshan immediately felt his old face couldn't hold up.

Though he liked "hunting," and acted somewhat recklessly, his protective nature was extremely strong. If this fatty really got targeted because of him, he couldn't just stand by!

"Damn it, though this fatty is a bit slippery, he's still a little brother recognized by Xiao Ruobai and the others. If he really suffers because of me, where would my face go if word got out?"

Shi Wanshan cursed inwardly, the Saint Realm spiritual power within him beginning to circulate quietly, his vast Divine Sense spreading out like an invisible spiderweb, secretly locking onto Yu Jizi and several restless auras around.

On the other side, Xiao Ruobai looked at Wang Xiaopang's miserable state, glanced at the murderous Yu Jizi, sighed helplessly, and said to Fang Hanyu, "Glazed Holy Land, this fatty... trouble really follows him wherever he goes. Just a few days of peace, and he's discovered again?"

Fang Hanyu didn't speak, only slightly nodded, his cool gaze sweeping over the pursuers, a barely perceptible strand of Chaos Sword Qi already condensed at his fingertip.

Both were accustomed to the routine of Wang Xiaopang causing trouble and then running to them for help, almost instinctively preparing to intercept.

Originally thinking Wang Xiaopang would now rush toward their direction with tears and snot streaming, shouting "Big Brother, Second Brother, save me!"

However, this time, the situation was beyond their expectations.

In his desperate flight, Wang Xiaopang's gaze did anxiously sweep over the location where Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu were.

The moment he saw their figures, a strong light of survival clearly burst in his eyes, his lips moving, that familiar "Big Brother, save me!" almost about to escape.

But in that instant, his gaze met Xiao Ruobai's somewhat helpless yet already prepared-to-act eyes, and swept over Fang Hanyu's silent yet resolute profile.

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Wang Xiaopang's mind:

Glazed Holy Land... this is a behemoth in the Eastern Region, not like those small sects before!

That old thing Yu Jizi is a genuine King Realm Middle Stage, much more troublesome than that fake King before!

Though Big Brother and Second Brother are powerful and have deep backgrounds, they're still young. Glazed Holy Land seems intent on a fight to the death; for my sake, offending a transcendent Holy Land to the death isn't worth it!

They've saved me many times before... this favor, I can't keep owing, and I definitely can't drag them into this certain-death mess!