CHAPTER 210: CHAPTER 207: EAST BORDER GRAND CEREMONY_1

"The Sacred Land... you’re referring to *that* Sacred Land?"

Yang Andao, dressed in his golden-threaded literary robe, shot up from his chair as if his seat were on fire, utterly astonished.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, an envoy from the Kylin Sacred Land has arrived!"

The steward sneered inwardly. Among the East Border’s countless powers, who else besides the Kylin Sacred Land would dare call themselves a Sacred Land? Could the pressure from the Thunder Divine Court and the Wind Blossom Divine Court have driven the Sect Master mad?

"Quickly, prepare to welcome the Sacred Land’s envoy!" Yang Andao hastily commanded, meticulously adjusting his splendid literary robe. Spiritual Energy converged within him; with a wave of his right hand, he dispersed the mundane dust in the air, suffusing it with a noble aura.

However, this noble aura was somewhat lacking in true righteousness.

If any great Confucian scholar were present, they would undoubtedly feel appalled.

"Order the disciples to recite the Qilin Scripture!"

"Hurry and hide all those unsightly things! Send all the songstresses being raised on the back mountain out of the sect!"

"Activate the ’Three Books Great Array’ to create a dense scholarly aura within the sect’s sphere of influence!"

Secular scholars are concerned with face, and literary cultivators even more so.

The entire Langya Sect bustled into action. From the direction of the back mountain, tens of thousands of women, as beautiful as flowers, were sent out of the sect. Tens of thousands of disciples, holding copies of the Qilin Scripture, began to recite loudly.

As the Three Books Great Array activated, an elegant scholarly aura permeated the skies, offering boundless inspiration.

For a time, the Langya Sect transformed into a haven of literary scholarship!

"Welcome, esteemed envoy! We are honored by your presence!"

"You must be weary from your journey, esteemed envoy. Please, come inside. We have prepared a magnificent feast for your enjoyment!"

At the mountain gate, Yang Andao, accompanied by the sect’s upper echelons, waited. Upon seeing the Kylin Sacred Land’s envoy, he hurriedly bowed and stepped forward, offering solicitous greetings with a fawning expression.

"Hmm, lead the way," the Sacred Land’s envoy, a young man, said nonchalantly, his head held so high one might think he looked at people through his nostrils.

His cultivation wasn’t high, having just broken through to the Heavenly Realm.

But no one present dared to underestimate him. A Martial Artist in his twenties who had reached the Heavenly Realm already surpassed most disciples of this generation in the Langya Sect.

Why ’most’?

Because the Langya Sect had a peerless prodigy with a special physique, who was currently in secluded cultivation!

Upon entering the main hall at the summit, the Sacred Land’s envoy walked straight to the seat of honor and sat down. This caused Yang Andao’s expression to darken momentarily—that was *his* throne, after all. But his face quickly returned to normal.

He endured it! The Kylin Sacred Land was not an entity the Langya Sect could afford to offend. He was certain that if he made the slightest misstep, the Langya Sect would not see the light of another day.

"Sect Master Yang, your sect is quite impressive!" the envoy remarked, seated in the high position with his legs crossed, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the armrest.

"You jest, esteemed envoy!" Yang Andao, being an old fox, immediately understood the underlying meaning. Swallowing his heartache, he took out a spatial storage ring, placed it in the young envoy’s hand, and stood to the side, smiling obsequiously.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. In twenty days, the Sacred Land will hold the East Border Grand Ceremony. You are responsible for notifying all surrounding king-level powers to attend!" When it came to official business, the envoy shed his dandyish demeanor, his face turning serious as he issued the instructions.

As far as he knew, the East Border Grand Ceremony was crucial to the Sacred Land, potentially even influencing its future. If he were to mess this up, the consequences were unimaginable; he would likely find even death to be a luxury.

"May I ask, esteemed envoy, where will the East Border Grand Ceremony be held? Are there any specific requirements?"

Yang Andao was stunned.

The East Border Grand Ceremony was the most magnificent event in the East Border, held once every ten thousand years. Initially, it determined the ranking of king-level powers, but later evolved into the Genius War.

Any prodigy who made a name for themselves at the East Border Grand Ceremony could, at the very least, break through to the Seventh-Tier Saint King Realm!

Take the most recent East Border Grand Ceremony, for example. It had produced one Eighth-Tier Saint King and two Sixth-Tier Saint Kings!

Considering their ages, they were just over ten thousand years old! Compared to lifespans of millions of years, they were mere infants!

"It will be held at Mount Kylin. There are no specific requirements, just bring your true prodigies!" the envoy said, a trace of envy in his eyes.

He had traversed the lands, hailed by countless people as a genius. Yet, only he knew how insignificant this so-called ’genius’ title was before true prodigies. Anyone with a special physique, cultivating normally, could easily crush him.

"Rest assured, esteemed envoy, I understand!" A hint of excitement flashed in Yang Andao’s eyes. Taking their prodigies to the East Border Grand Ceremony meant the Langya Sect could make a name for itself.

After all, their sect’s prodigy possessed the 1,039th-ranked special physique!

It is worth noting that all powers on the continent, upon discovering someone with a special physique, would keep it secret. This served both to protect the individual and to prevent them from being poached by other factions.

Thus, Yang Andao was unaware that in this grand era, special physiques were no longer a rarity.

"The mission has been conveyed. I shall return to report. You should begin preparations swiftly!" The young envoy glanced at Yang Andao, rose, and walked towards the hall’s exit. He transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

Yang Andao escorted him to the hall entrance. After the envoy left, he tugged at the collar of his literary robe and said excitedly, "Gentlemen, the East Border Grand Ceremony is an excellent opportunity for us. I propose that all of the sect’s resources be directed towards Su Wen Yi!"

Su Wen Yi was the Langya Sect’s prodigy with a special physique, possessing the Scholar Marquis Physique, ranked 1,039th!

"Agreed!"

"I also agree!"

This time, the elders within the sect raised no objections; all were in agreement.

The influence of the East Border Grand Ceremony was indisputable!

As long as Su Wen Yi achieved a good result, the Langya Sect would gain immense benefits.

"Sect Master, the Sacred Land’s envoy instructed us to inform the surrounding king-level Dao Domains. However, we are currently at odds with the Thunder Divine Court and the Wind Blossom Divine Court, and the Heavenly Wolf Tribe and Black Serpent Tribe are dispatching troops against the Qin Dynasty. What if something goes wrong..." an elder voiced, his tone filled with concern.

Yang Andao and the numerous elders frowned. The surrounding Dao Domains were in turmoil; how could they deliver the notifications?

"Never mind, I will handle this matter!" Yang Andao said with a wave of his hand after a moment’s thought, then turned and departed hastily.

The direction he headed was towards the back mountain!

Is the Ancestor finally emerging from seclusion? A gleam flashed in the elders’ eyes, filled with anticipation. On what basis did the Langya Sect manage to suppress the surrounding Dao Domains single-handedly? What did it rely on?

The primary reason was that the Langya Sect’s Ancestor was a formidable Fourth-Tier Saint King!

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"Reporting, General!"

"According to scout reports, the armies of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe and the Black Serpent Tribe are merely approximately six hundred miles from the border!"

Along the western border of the Qin Dynasty stood Refined Iron City, a large citadel sixty miles in circumference, its walls soaring two thousand feet high, far surpassing ordinary mountain peaks.

Xiang Yu, commanding the Tyrant Iron Cavalry, was stationed within the city.

They’re finally here, huh?

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, Xiang Yu’s eyes gleamed. He surveyed the map laid out in the center of the room, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, and commanded in a deep voice, "Relay my orders! The army is to march out of the city! Follow me to slaughter the enemy!"

This battle is to forge the army’s soul! Naturally, we cannot just defend the city. We must take the initiative, sally forth, and only through the crucible of blood and fire can we achieve true transformation!