8: Chapter 8: Nine-colored rays of light, attracting everyone's attention

“This… how dare he?” After a brief silence, the teenagers, around fifteen or sixteen years old, looked at Jiang Xuan in disbelief.

“Where did this guy come from? He’s too bold, isn’t he? Doesn’t he know who Liu Yong is?”

“Haha, he’s finished! That Liu Yong is someone who holds grudges. Now that he’s been hit, that kid definitely won’t live past today.”

“Unless he has talent like Liu Yong.” Someone sneered, believing Jiang Xuan would surely die today.

Only some of the young men and women from Qinglin City had strange expressions. How did this killer come here? Could it be… Suddenly, they seemed to think of something, their faces changed drastically, and several of them exchanged glances, quietly retreating a few steps.

Liu Yong clutched his face and scrambled up from the ground, his right hand swollen, the bright red slap mark particularly conspicuous.

Enduring the pain, he glared at Jiang Xuan and roared, “Kid, you dared to hit me! I’ll kill you!”

With that, his Blood Refining Realm aura erupted, and a long sword instantly appeared in his hand, thrusting towards Jiang Xuan.

He didn’t think Jiang Xuan would be his opponent. He must have been careless just now. Looking at this kid, dressed in rags and without any Cultivation aura, clearly from some village, he would surely die by his sword!

The surrounding teenagers watched the enraged Liu Yong, fearfully retreating a few steps. “I told you, this kid is dead for sure! Some country bumpkin from who knows where. How can he dodge a sword strike from a Blood Refining Realm Cultivator?!”

A sinister-looking teenager watched the sharp sword stabbing towards Jiang Xuan, his eyes alight with excitement. He loved to see the fear in people’s eyes as they were killed.

His name was Wu Si, a notorious ruffian in the city, usually a lackey for Young Masters, taking out his frustrations on ordinary commoners. He had a twisted personality.

The people from Qinglin City almost burst out laughing when they heard this, desperately covering their mouths. A Blood Refining Realm Cultivator killing Jiang Xuan? This was the most hilarious joke they had ever heard in their lives.

As expected, Jiang Xuan merely glanced at him indifferently, like swatting a fly. With a reverse flick of his right hand, the precious sword in Liu Yong’s hand instantly shattered into pieces.

“Slap!” With another crisp sound, a figure spitting blood flew backwards again.

Liu Yong’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Looking at the symmetrical slap marks on Liu Yong’s left and right cheeks, Jiang Xuan nodded slightly, as if admiring his own artwork. “Hmm~ perfect.”

“Gah… uh.” Wu Si’s face instantly did a 180-degree turn. His mouth and pupils were wide open, no longer excited, just standing there dumbfounded.

“Is this Liu Yong really that weak? He can’t even beat an ordinary person?”

“Where’s your brain? Can’t you see it now? It’s not that Liu Yong is weak, it’s that kid who’s strange!”

A hundred meters above Hegemon Sect, a white-haired old man was hidden in the clouds, quietly observing every movement below. “Heh heh, an interesting little fellow.”

The Hegemon Sect Disciples on the stage, who had been bored, also felt a sense of novelty.

They also didn’t believe that an ordinary person could beat a Blood Refining Realm Cultivator into unconsciousness. They all looked at Jiang Xuan with curious eyes, trying to discern something.

The gray-robed Elder also recovered his senses. He too was puzzled. This kid clearly had no Cultivation whatsoever, what was going on?

He was Chen Fan, one of the nine Elders of Hegemon Sect, and his Cultivation was at the Early Stage of the Qi Sea Realm. For someone to be able to hide from him, either their Cultivation was far higher than his, making him unable to sense it, or the other party possessed a secret treasure that could block detection.

Cultivation higher than his? That was definitely impossible. How old was this kid? He looked to be only around a dozen years old.

Could it be some secret treasure? Chen Fan lowered his head in thought.

Never mind, first deal with the current situation. If he really had some secret treasure, then he was a Genius even more outstanding than Liu Yong, and Hegemon Sect wouldn’t lose out.

As for the secret treasure, heh heh, once he entered the Sect, it wouldn’t be up to him anymore. Immediately, he stepped forward and shouted.

“Presumptuous! Private fights are forbidden at the testing ground. Any grievances, wait until the test is over. If anyone violates this again, their testing qualification will be revoked, their legs broken, and they will be thrown out of the Sect!”

“Now, the test continues. You, come up.” Chen Fan pointed at Jiang Xuan, speaking sternly.

Jiang Xuan smiled and walked to the Nine-Colored Stone, gently touching its surface with his hand. He wondered what level his talent would reach after fusing with the Progenitor Dragon Bloodline. Jiang Xuan was curious.

However, one breath, two breaths… After an unknown amount of time, the stone showed no movement at all.

Below the stage, Wu Si, seeing this scene, felt invigorated again. He stepped out and laughed loudly, “Hahahaha, I thought he was so amazing!

Turns out he’s just a good-for-nothing without any talent. He must have used some underhanded trick to win against Liu Yong. Now, his true colors are revealed, aren’t they?!”

The Hegemon Sect Disciples also had mocking expressions. “Heh heh, I thought there was something to see. Tsk, just this? A bumpkin is a bumpkin, what kind of Genius could he be.”

The hearts of those around were also somewhat swayed. Could it really be true?

Chen Fan frowned. “What exactly is going on with this kid?” He walked forward, just about to check if there was something wrong with the Nine-Colored Stone. Suddenly, the originally calm stone began to vibrate violently.

In the crowd, Wu Si, who was standing in the first row gesticulating wildly, felt an ominous premonition. “No… it couldn’t be…”

“Da da da,” the stone shook more and more violently. Suddenly, swish, swish, swish, beams of light instantly shot up from within the stone, soaring into the sky.

The speed was many times faster than Liu Yong’s, as if eager to burst forth.

Nine enormous light pillars of different colors instantly enveloped the entire Hegemon Sect. Beneath the light pillars, the teenager’s calm face was illuminated by a nine-colored glow, full of mystery.

The faint smile on his lips made his already handsome and extraordinary face appear even more transcendent and refined.

This scene shocked everyone present. “Immortal, an Immortal has descended!”

Elder Chen Fan plopped down on the ground. Even with his experience, he was thoroughly frightened at this moment.

In his entire life, the most talented person he had ever seen was his own Young Sect Master, who possessed both a Spirit Bone and a Spirit Body. Even so, during his test, only four light pillars lit up.

Compared to the teenager in front of him, the difference was not just ordinary large. What kind of Prodigy was this?

The Hegemon Sect Disciples were also dumbfounded at this moment, feeling as if their faces had been slapped repeatedly. Were they sure they weren’t dreaming?

The teenagers below the stage might not know what lighting up nine light beams meant, but that didn’t stop them from looking at Jiang Xuan as if he were an Immortal.

This scene would remain in their memories for a lifetime, never to be erased.

Except for the sinister-faced Wu Si. While he was shocked, the intense jealousy in his heart made his already sinister face become even darker and more twisted.

“Why? Why does this good-for-nothing with no Cultivation have such high talent? Why isn’t it me?!”

Jealousy drives people mad, and the demon had already quietly approached. “Destroy him, destroy him…”

A voice seemed to tempt him in his mind. He steeled his heart, as if losing his sanity, and while everyone was in shock, he quietly came behind Jiang Xuan.

Wu Si’s eyes were pitch black, like a malevolent spirit. Only one thought remained in his mind: kill him! In an instant, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and he fiercely stabbed it into Jiang Xuan’s back!

“Clang!” A sound of metal clashing rang out. The sharp dagger seemed to have struck a copper wall and iron barrier.

Jiang Xuan turned his head, looking at Wu Si with a half-smile. Seeing those pitch-black eyes, he seemed to understand something. “Heh heh, a Martial Skill that can control a person’s mind, huh? Who could it be?”

“It doesn’t matter. Even if you weren’t controlled, based on your previous actions, you deserve to die!”

“Crack!” Jiang Xuan suddenly extended his right hand and squeezed the other’s neck. With a slight force of his palm, Wu Si tightly gripped Jiang Xuan’s right hand, trying to push him away, but it was merely a dying struggle.

Before long, he lowered his head and ceased to move.

At the same time, deep within Hegemon Sect, a surprised voice suddenly rang out, “Hmm? Did it fail?”