Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 787 - 785: Hidden Dragon List_1

After leaving Town Ghost Pass, Ling Chen and his three companions traveled south, eventually arriving at a small city.

They were now far from Town Ghost Pass and had reached the Jingzhou region. It was highly unlikely that members of the Tang Sect would find them here anytime soon.

Inside an inn, Ling Chen and his companions gathered, temporarily settling down.

"What are your plans now?" Ling Chen asked, looking at Luo Xian’er and Shen Qianlang.

He wanted to ensure these two were well-settled before he could attend to his own business with peace of mind.

"We’ve already planned it." Luo Xian’er and Shen Qianlang exchanged glances, then said, "My mother’s sect is in Jingzhou, and my maternal grandfather is an Elder there. It’s called the Nanluo Sect. Now that we’re in Jingzhou, we plan to seek refuge with them."

"Then we’ll go to the Nanluo Sect first," Ling Chen nodded. Since Luo Xian’er and Shen Qianlang were heading to the Nanluo Sect, he decided to accompany them.

The Nanluo Sect, located within Jingzhou’s borders, was considered a second-rate sect. After all, in the vast Nine Provinces Land, hierarchy was strictly observed, and sects typically only intermarried with those of comparable strength.

The Nanluo Sect’s influence was roughly comparable to that of the Qingcheng Palace in its own region, classifying it as a second-rate sect with a modest foothold.

It was located in the northeastern part of Jingzhou, nestled within a mountain range called Jiugong Mountain.

The journey from Town Ghost Pass to the Nanluo Sect was quite long. The efficiency of their journey was significantly boosted by riding the Flying Puppet developed by Ling Yin.

Even a Flying Monster of the Sky Apex Realm couldn’t match half the speed of this Flying Puppet.

After leaving Town Ghost Pass, Ling Chen and his companions headed east along the Clear Water River, passing through Panlong City, the capital of Jingzhou.

Panlong City was majestic. Giant Dragons were carved on both sides of its city walls, depicted with such lifelike artistry that they seemed to soar and dance. The walls themselves, several thousand meters high, seemed to pierce the clouds.

Above the city, clouds churned as if colossal dragons writhed within. By concentrating his Mental Power, Ling Chen could vaguely perceive the silhouette of an immense dragon, tens of thousands of *zhang* in size, coiled above the city.

This was the phantom of the Dragon Vein.

Only someone like him, blessed with Dragon Vein Power, could see this phantom so clearly.

This terrifying and majestic Dragon Vein phantom was countless times more powerful than the one Ling Chen had encountered in the City of Thunder.

What a magnificent city! A hint of awe flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes. Panlong City was the most majestic city he had ever seen. The largest city he had previously encountered, the City of Thunder, was dwarfed by it, more than ten times smaller—like a fledgling sorcerer before a grand magus.

"Panlong City is a world-renowned metropolis and the heart of the entire southern region of the Imperial Court," Luo Xian’er began to speak as they arrived beneath the towering, cloud-reaching city wall. "Talented Martial Arts practitioners from all the southern provinces often gather here for assemblies, discussing cultivation over tea."

The Central Dynasty administered the Nine Provinces. The south consisted of three provinces: Yi Zhou, Jingzhou, and Yangzhou. The remaining six provinces were in the north.

However, these three southern provinces shared a common characteristic: vast territories with sparse populations. Yet, collectively, they comprised more than half the land of the Nine Provinces.

Having escaped the Tang Sect’s pursuit, Shen Qianlang’s mood had lightened considerably, and he spoke with ease and occasional laughter. "The ancient division between north and south has always existed. Even the Hidden Dragon List, renowned for ranking the younger generation, is divided into Southern and Northern Lists, each with its own distinct rankings and merits."

"Hidden Dragon List?" Ling Chen’s eyebrows rose. He looked at Shen Qianlang with curiosity.

In all his time in the Nine Provinces Land, this was the first he had heard of the Hidden Dragon List.

Shen Qianlang explained to Ling Chen, "The Hidden Dragon List ranks the young generation of the Nine Provinces by strength. Only those under thirty years of age are eligible. The Hidden Dragon List features only thirty-six individuals on the Southern List and thirty-six on the Northern List, for a total of seventy-two people. Both the Southern and Northern Hidden Dragon Lists are blessed by Dragon Vein Luck. The Dragon Vein for the Northern List is within the Divine Capital of the Imperial Court, while the Dragon Vein for the Southern List is here in Panlong City. To be listed on the Hidden Dragon List means true glory and fame throughout the land." Shen Qianlang’s expression was filled with aspiration.

"I see." Ling Chen nodded. The Hidden Dragon List is similar to the Heavenly List of the Five Kingdoms, both being blessed by Dragon Vein Qi. Back then, the Dragon Vein of the Five Kingdoms was beneath the Sky Tablet in the City of Thunder.

No wonder he could see such a terrifying Dragon Vein phantom above Panlong City.

While amazed, Ling Chen also felt a flicker of anticipation for this so-called Hidden Dragon List.

The competition among geniuses was omnipresent. It was true in the small Five Kingdoms, and it was undoubtedly the same in the vast Nine Provinces Land—only here, it would be even more intense than in the Five Kingdoms’ Martial World.

"By the way, Brother Ling Chen," Luo Xian’er suddenly spoke up as Ling Chen was deep in thought, looking at him. "In Panlong City, there’s a place called the True Dragon Pavilion. It houses a treasure, the Ten Thousand Years Green History Wall. The names of one hundred geniuses from the past five hundred years are inscribed on it. Only the absolute top talents in the entire south are qualified to have their names on the Green History Wall."

Leaving a name on the Green History Wall... interesting, Ling Chen thought, a glint appearing in his eyes. "But what’s its purpose?" he asked.

Shen Qianlang said, "The Green History Wall is a miraculous treasure. It has a unique testing mechanism. The more trial stages one passes, the higher their score, and the higher their name will be ranked on the Green History Wall. Having your name on the Green History Wall is an immense honor. If you can make it into the top ten, you’re considered a prodigy of heaven-gifted talent, someone who will lead the Martial World for a century."

"So, have talents like Tang Yutong and Tang Hai left their names on the Green History Wall?" Ling Chen asked.

Ling Chen wondered where a talent like Tang Yutong would rank. The Hidden Dragon List ranks by strength; it’s a power ranking for the younger generation. The Green History Wall, however, ranks by potential; it’s a talent ranking for the younger generation. While Tang Yutong’s strength wasn’t top-tier, her talent was undoubtedly exceptional.

"Tang Hai isn’t qualified to be listed," Shen Qianlang replied. "However, Tang Yutong of the Tang Sect is indeed among the top one hundred on the Green History Wall. As for her exact rank, I’m not sure." Shen Qianlang shook his head. "You can see the specifics in the True Dragon Pavilion. The names of all one hundred individuals are displayed there."

"It must be extremely difficult to leave one’s name on the Green History Wall!" Luo Xian’er said.

"Of course, it’s difficult," Shen Qianlang nodded. "Although leaving one’s name on the Green History Wall isn’t an achievement ranking per se, its reference value is incredibly high. It encompasses the elite talents of the past five hundred years. Many geniuses famous in their own provinces still find it hard to secure a spot on the Green History Wall. Brother Ling Chen, if you could leave your name on the Green History Wall, your reputation would quickly spread throughout the entire Southern Land, perhaps even across all of the Nine Provinces."

Shen Qianlang looked at Ling Chen, convinced that with Ling Chen’s aptitude, he could definitely leave his name on the Green History Wall and achieve a commendable rank.