105: talk

Many Cultivators gazed at the woman slowly descending from the sky.

Their eyes shone with brilliance.

Fairy Die wore a plain white dress, her skin was as clear as snow, her robes fluttered like an Immortal descending to the world, and her entire being exuded a sacred glow. She was like a Nine Heavens Mystic Fairy, with an extraordinary and ethereal temperament.

Not long after, another dazzling divine light descended.

“The Blood Refinement Sect has also sent someone.”

“That is the direct son of the Blood Refinement Hall Master, known as Little True Lord Blood Refinement.”

“I heard he has already entered the fifth heaven of the Dongtian Realm, and his combat power is very strong.”

“If he were a few years younger, he might be able to contend with the top Prodigies.”

Someone recognized that figure and spoke with a solemn voice.

Little True Lord Blood Refinement and Fairy Die were of similar age, both renowned Prodigies from the great Sects nearby.

He had a handsome appearance and wore a dark crown.

Between his brows, there was an air of arrogance.

His disdainful gaze swept around, showing no emotion.

Ordinary Cultivators simply did not catch his eye; only the transcendent Fairy Die seemed quite interesting at first glance.

He immediately smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

“Whoosh!”

Just then, several consecutive sounds.

Divine light appeared in the sky.

More important figures had arrived.

Making Beidu City even livelier.

The astonished exclamations of the surrounding Cultivators were endless.

But what no one noticed was that...

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old walked into the city with steady steps.

“Hmm? Prodigy Dao Discussion.” Wang Hao’s Divine Thought was powerful, and he immediately heard the whispers of many Cultivators.

His eyes flickered slightly.

A hint of interest rose in his heart.

He walked towards the gathering crowd.

At this moment, in a small building.

Seats were arranged densely, filled with golden wine goblets, vermillion fruit tea, a very lavish spread.

Dozens of Prodigies from different Sects drank heartily and exchanged insights on their respective Daoist profoundness.

The surrounding Cultivators listened with great interest, mesmerized.

Before long, a Prodigy from the Great Strength Sect suddenly spoke.

“Do you know that Jiang Taixu, the Sequence God Child of the Jiang Family, died some time ago?”

“I heard that a Venerable from the Great Sun Sect made a move, which enraged the high-ranking members of the Jiang Family, who directly dispatched several True God Realm experts.”

“I did hear about this matter. Jiang Taixu was very powerful. I once met him a few times, but at that time, he already had a cultivation of the eighth heaven of the Dongtian Realm.”

“He was no weaker than some Saints and Saintesses of Holy Lands.”

“It's a pity he died young.”

Fairy Die sighed softly, her voice like the crisp, melodious sound of bamboo chimes.

“It is indeed a pity.”

Someone echoed her sigh in agreement.

However, Little True Lord Blood Refinement curled his lips in disdain and said, “No matter how strong the talent, it's useless. To die young before even contending with others counts for nothing.”

“A tall tree catches the wind; blame it on the Jiang Family's Sequence always being so arrogant and overbearing. It was destined to happen.”

“A dead man is not worth discussing.”

As soon as he spoke, the entire room was shocked.

Even the powerful Cultivator behind him changed his expression drastically and quickly transmitted a message: “Young Master, be careful with your words.”

“What's there to fear? I'm just speaking the truth.”

Little True Lord Blood Refinement didn't care at all, his eyes still disdainful as he continued.

“A Prodigy who hasn't grown up is ultimately just a stepping stone for others.”

Many Prodigies' eyes flickered slightly, and even Fairy Die furrowed her delicate brows.

Although they had long heard of Little True Lord Blood Refinement's arrogance, they hadn't expected him to be so bold.

To openly criticize the Jiang Family's Sequence in front of everyone.

Soon, a discerning person stepped in to smooth things over.

Changing the subject, he said, “There was another major event some time ago. I heard that the Clan Chief of a small Family suddenly emerged, and with his Dharma Form, he massacred dozens of Venerables among the high-ranking members of the Dan Ding Sect.”

“Among them was the Sect Master at the seventh heaven of the Divine Fire Realm. His combat power was astonishing.”

“Some speculate that he controls an supreme secret art.”

After hearing this, many Prodigies nodded, apparently having heard this rumor.

The Dan Ding Sect was the largest Alchemy Sect in that region.

Although Alchemists generally had weaker combat power compared to ordinary Cultivators, a Divine Fire Realm seventh heaven expert, no matter how weak, should still be comparable to a sixth heaven Venerable.

For a Dharma Form Realm Cultivator to kill a sixth heaven Venerable, such combat power seemed a bit excessive.

“Haha, a bunch of brainless fools.”

“You actually believe such groundless rumors and exaggerations. A mere small Dynasty, a tiny place.”

“It's hard to even say if there are any Dharma Form Realm powerful figures there, let alone someone who can defeat a Venerable. It's utterly ridiculous.”

Little True Lord Blood Refinement sneered.

He completely disbelieved that this was true.

The Clan Chief of a small Family would be at least a hundred years old.

His Physical Body and bone structure would have long been set.

Incapable of further cultivation.

It was impossible for him to possess such combat power.

Even with his own arrogance, he could only fight across a few minor Realms at most.

“But this news seems to have come from the Disciples of the Dan Ding Sect. Could it be false?”

“Many people reportedly witnessed it firsthand.”

Someone, disliking Little True Lord Blood Refinement, retorted.

“A bunch of Cultivators who only know Alchemy, what do they understand about a Prodigy's combat power?”

“I'll just ask one question: everyone here is a Prodigy of the younger generation, who among you can defeat someone three Realms higher?”

Little True Lord Blood Refinement stood up.

His sharp gaze, like a blade, swept across the entire room.

The young Prodigies, upon hearing this, all shook their heads and remained silent.

Even Fairy Die's beautiful eyes flickered, lost in thought.

Indeed, this news was too exaggerated.

Even for someone as powerful as her, trying to cross three Realms was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

She would also have to use a powerful secret art to temporarily achieve it.

And for the Clan Chief of a small Family to be able to do this was clearly impossible.

Even some Saints, Divine Children, or even those with supreme Sequence Physiques.

Few would dare to claim such combat power.

Little True Lord Blood Refinement seemed very pleased with the current scene.

A wild laugh escaped his lips.

“So, why bother boosting others' morale and diminishing your own prestige? If we had better origins, those Ancient aristocratic families wouldn't necessarily have all the Saints.”

“Little True Lord is right.”

“We are second to none in our lives.”

“Come, drink this cup to the full.”

A young Cultivator's gloomy mood receded, feeling incredibly refreshed, and immediately raised his golden goblet, inviting everyone present to drink.

Following closely, more than a dozen Prodigies stood up to drink together.

But at this very moment, Wang Hao frowned.

During the past year or so, he had traveled extensively and had heard about the events at the Dan Ding Sect a few days ago.

He had never doubted his Clan Chief grandfather's power from beginning to end.

The fresh blood that forged his Dao foundation was simply more terrifying than the vitality of some great medicines.

His Qi and blood power was comparable to a True Dragon.

Moreover, his Clan Chief grandfather could casually produce Saint Medicine and Heaven and Earth Dragon Veins.

How could he be an ordinary person?

This rumor must be true.

However, Wang Hao had no interest in arguing with them.