Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 269, The Five Great King Level Disciples

In the Celestial Travel Sect, within a dark palace, an elder in a white robe sat solemnly on the throne. Despite the gloom surrounding him, his face was full of boundless authority, clearly holding a high position for a long time.

Beneath him stood a youth clad in a green robe. The youth had starry brows and sword-like eyes, his face sharp and defined, radiating like the stars in the sky. In his hand, he held a silver longsword, exuding an astonishing momentum.

"Qi Long, you’ve been in the sect for two years now. I have never let you make a move before, but this time, bring back the first place in the Inner Sect."

The elder in the white robe spoke indifferently, his gaze deep and unfathomable. As soon as he spoke, he demanded the youth to bring back the first place in the Inner Sect. If others heard this, they would surely deem him arrogant.

"Yes, Master!"

Qi Long, with a lordly demeanor, respectfully cupped his fists, a hint of hidden disdain in his eyes.

Among the King Level disciples in the Celestial Travel Sect, there were a total of more than ten, but within the Inner Sect, including Chu Ming and Bai Hanyan, there were only five. The remaining King Level disciples had all become True Disciples.

Qi Long was one of the five King Level disciples in the Inner Sect.

Qi Long’s master was Ancestor Shentu of the Realm of Transcendence, who had once fought seven strong figures from the Demon Dao with just a sword, earning a great reputation in the Celestial Realm. In his early years, his fame exceeded even that of the Ancient Sword Peak. Due to now keeping a low profile and teaching disciples within the Celestial Travel Sect, he was seldom mentioned by others.

King Level disciples in the sect were all prominent and dazzling figures, even the ancestors paid special attention to them.

Bai Hanyan’s master was Ancestor Wanshui, also a Transcendence Realm ancestor. Moreover, Ancestor Wanshui possessed the Water Spirit Body, making their combat power extremely strong within the same level.

In a place filled with white mist and smoke, resembling an earthly paradise.

A girl in a black robe stood quietly in the white mist, her gaze serene. The loose black robe still accentuated her exquisite figure. Her face was snow-white, and between her brows, there was an extra touch of heroism compared to ordinary girls.

In front of her stood a woman in palace attire, her gaze cold and clear, resembling a fairy untouched by earthly surroundings.

"Fei’Er, you’ve been in the sect for three years and in the Inner Sect for one year, yet you’ve always ranked second. This time, your Cold Ice-Breaking Fist has been cultivated to the Transformation Realm, bring back the first place for your master!"

The woman in palace attire spoke coldly, her gaze showing a hint of melancholy.

"Yes, Master!"

Ning Fei respectfully replied, her eyes filled with fighting spirit. Though she was a daughter, her character was remarkably steadfast. Like the other King Level disciples, her master was not a Transcendence Realm ancestor but the Hall Master of the Spirit Medicine Hall, the invincible Li Qinghan of the Guiyuan Realm.

As Ning Fei turned and left, Li Qinghan’s gaze projected towards a distant palace, finally landing on a towering blood-red palace. The blood-red palace was filled with a suffocating smell of blood, eerily resembling a blood-stained city.

The Law Enforcement Hall of the Celestial Travel Sect!

Li Qinghan was a genius from the same era as the Ancient Sword Peak. In her era, two people in the Celestial Travel Sect were the most dazzling: one was naturally the Ancient Sword Peak, and the other was her. However, compared to the Ancient Sword Peak, she was ultimately inferior, which made her very unwilling as the Ancient Sword Peak consistently held the first place within the Celestial Travel Sect, leaving her only in second place.

At the rear mountain of Celestial Valley, amidst a forest, a black shadow stood next to a green stone. A continuous whistling sound was generated, coming from a boy in black clothes relentlessly throwing punches at the green stone. The fist strikes landed heavily on the green stone but left no mark. Instead, the boy’s fists were bruised and bloody from the collisions.

This green stone was no ordinary stone; it was a piece of extremely cold iron, often used by Artifact Refining Masters to forge Earth Level weapons. Even attacks from martial artists of the Guiyuan Realm could not leave any marks on it, yet the black-clad boy chose it as his target for practice.

"Mo Ling, this Inner Sect competition is a great opportunity for you, make sure you don’t let anyone snatch the first place!"

Beside him, a towering figure akin to a Demon God stood, slowly instructing. The tall figure was surrounded by extremely powerful Cultivation Technique Qi, causing the surrounding space to distort slowly.

He was also an ancestor of the Celestial Travel Sect, Ancestor Black Nether, Emperor Wuji, known for his extremely robust body, able to shatter mountains with his strength, having once wiped out a sect’s strong figures with a single palm.

Mo Ling, in the Celestial Travel Sect, was a legendary figure. It was said his family was slaughtered when he was young, leaving only him as a baby, saved by Emperor Wuji of the Celestial Travel Sect.

Initially, Emperor Wuji did not intend to accept Mo Ling as a disciple, as he was already a Transcendence Realm strong figure, and many extraordinary talents aspired to be his disciples.

However, Mo Ling was an exception. Before he turned fifteen, he seemed ordinary, but after fifteen, he emerged suddenly, exhibiting extraordinary talent and an extremely robust body. He entered the Inner Sect with outstanding performance as an Outer Sect disciple, defeating the original first place within a year, and held the top spot until today.

From then on, Emperor Wuji had the thought of accepting him as a disciple. freewebnσvel.cøm

Upon hearing Emperor Wuji’s words, Mo Ling remained silent, but his punching speed increased, the whistling sound continuous. His palms were bruised and bloody, revealing faintly visible white bones.

Emperor Wuji watched Mo Ling, his eyes filled with gratification. Talent in martial arts is one thing, but without persistence, one cannot reach the pinnacle of martial arts. In his view, Mo Ling’s talent wasn’t exceptionally high, even somewhat mediocre, but Mo Ling’s tenacity was unmatched.

Sometimes, watching Mo Ling’s cultivation made him feel a chill in his heart.

Bai Hanyan, Ning Fei, Qi Long, Mo Ling, and Chu Ming - they were the five King Level disciples of the Inner Sect.

As the Inner Sect competition approached, what the disciples discussed most was, of course, who were the favorites to win. Among them, Mo Ling and Ning Fei were undoubtedly the ones with the highest expectations, the two had long dominated the first and second places in the Inner Sect, deeply respected by all.

Compared to others, Chu Ming was the least renowned. Although Bai Hanyan had never made a move in the Celestial Travel Sect, her Water Spirit Body gave her considerable fame.

Chu Ming, although he had defeated Wang Daoran, Wang Daoran only ranked fifteenth in the Inner Sect, far behind the top ten, let alone compared to others.

In the flurry of preparations, three days passed quietly, and the Inner Sect competition of the Celestial Travel Sect arrived amidst the eager anticipation of everyone.

One day prior, Chu Ming ended his seclusion and spent his time in his small courtyard, adjusting his condition to face the competition in his peak state.

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