CHAPTER 169: CHAPTER 169: ARROGANT BAI QINGTIAN!

Qin Zi was trapped in a water sphere, thrown onto the altar like a dead pig, laid out for two days straight.

And during these two days.

Several other young people were brought over.

Some were tied up with serpent tendons, some were locked with chains, and some were even knocked out or drugged and brought here.

These people were only in their twenties, yet they had all reached the Saint Realm, their talents truly extraordinary.

When these individuals saw Qin Zi, they all showed bitter smiles, and Qin Zi could only blink.

Strangers in the same plight, why even bother meeting?

These individuals lay on the altar, communicating with each other.

"I am Li Mountain."

"I am Wang Teng."

"I am Liu Hong, shameful, shameful."

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

There was also a person bound like a cocoon, with their mouth gagged, wriggling a bit on the ground, unable to speak.

"And this brother here?"

The group looked at Qin Zi in the water sphere; at this moment, Qin Zi resembled a giant piece of amber, with himself as the insect inside.

Qin Zi blinked.

"Ah, don’t ask, he can’t speak; if my guess is correct, he’s trapped by the Weak Water Celestial River of the Li River Elder."

"Hiss!! The Weak Water Celestial River, that’s the famous treasure of the Li River Elder; I’ve heard he wouldn’t exchange it even for an Imperial Artifact!"

"Indeed, how could a regular Imperial Artifact compare to the Weak Water Celestial River? This thing can attack and defend, moves at will, and its power is enormous."

The group sighed with emotion.

Then they began to chat casually.

Li Mountain sighed: "This is the Star Prayer Sacred Land, I fear this time we are in great peril."

Wang Teng nodded: "It was my enemy who captured me; he originally intended to kill me, but now that he delivered me here, it’s obviously not to let me live, but to make my life worse than death."

"Mmm... Mmm Mmm..."

The brother in the "cocoon" shifted a bit again, yet still couldn’t speak.

At this moment, Liu Hong smiled bitterly and said: "I know what they want to do."

Wow!

Suddenly, everyone looked at him at once.

Liu Hong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I’ve heard that the Young Master Bai Qingtian of the Star Prayer Sacred Land accidentally got entangled by a curse in the Granny Cave not long ago."

"And at the Star Prayer Sacred Land, there’s a witchcraft that can use the altar to transfer the curse power onto peers of similar age and cultivation level."

"So... now that we are captured, most likely we are being used as sacrifices to transfer the curse."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s face changed dramatically.

The curse that even the Star Prayer Sacred Land couldn’t directly break, but needed to transfer using evil technique, just how terrifying is it? What will they become after the transfer?

Just the thought of it is terrifying!

"But, to transfer the curse, one person would be enough, why catch so many?"

Li Mountain asked with a dark expression.

Liu Hong sighed: "Maybe Bai Qingtian is too strong... It’s said that transferring a curse requires a vessel of similar strength, yet finding young talents comparable to Bai Qingtian and without significant background is nearly impossible, so they can only rely on quantity."

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Wang Teng snorted coldly, "I, Wang Teng, have risen all the way, never losing at the same realm, not even losing when challenging higher levels, and yet they at Star Prayer Sacred Land are so sure I’m inferior to Bai Qingtian?"

"Exactly! I was captured by the Nine-layered Heaven Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the disparity in cultivation was too great for resistance, but if Bai Qingtian were to fight me, who would win remains uncertain!"

Li Mountain also gritted his teeth in anger and dissatisfaction.

"Ahhhh!"

The "cocoon" brother wriggled again, but nobody knew what he was trying to say.

"Bai Qingtian is indeed very strong."

At this time, Liu Hong said in a low voice: "I have fought him before; I used all my skills, yet he suppressed me with just one hand. The feeling he gave me... was invincible."

"That strong?"

Wang Teng frowned, then suddenly made a face and laughed: "Could it be that you were too weak! If he were to encounter me, not to mention one hand, even two hands plus three legs wouldn’t be enough!"

Liu Hong smiled and didn’t explain.

Is he weak?

He wouldn’t dare boast, but he is undeniably among the top tier of the younger generation in the Southern Domain! Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the qualification to be sent here.

In fact, becoming a sacrifice for Bai Qingtian is something most young people would be proud of.

After all, in this vast Southern Domain, there are only a few prodigies that can stand shoulder to shoulder with Bai Qingtian.

Bai Qingtian was already supremely talented, and after the full-force cultivation by the Star Prayer Sacred Land, with all kinds of precious herbs poured into him, countless experts teaching him, even baptized with the Blood of the Serpent, it’s no wonder he is so powerful!

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, a series of intense drumbeats sounded, shaking the altar, and the sound traveled across the river, echoing among the mountains.

This place where the altar was situated was on the banks of the Li River, not where the Li River Sect was located, but further upstream.

"Hahaha, Brother Li, you’ve arrived?"

"Brother Jiang, you’re here too."

"Oh, has the elder from the Wu Family also arrived?"

"With an invitation from the Star Prayer Sacred Land, how could I not come?"

A voice echoed from the sky, and then many figures, each dressed differently, flew in from all directions.

They came like clouds.

Meanwhile, the sound of orderly footsteps arose as a large number of young people in blue starry robes ran into the square where the altar was located, quickly encircling the square in neat formations.

There were even many young people lining the way, forming a path along the stone paved road, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Then, the important figures from all over descended onto the square, numbering in the hundreds.

"The Saint Master has arrived!!"

A voice akin to that of a drake resounded, then an overwhelming and terrifying aura surged forth like a tide.

A large crowd appeared along the stone paved road, moving in mighty formation.

Most of them wore starry robes, but their status varied, leading to different designs. The higher the status, the darker the color of their robes, and the more intricate the starry designs.

The leading figure was a nondescript middle-aged man, tall and thin, with sallow skin, resembling a dried corpse.

To the left and behind him stood a handsome young man in a conspicuous white robe, standing out starkly amongst the sea of starry robes, extremely eye-catching.

"Greetings to the Saint Master!"

"Greetings to the Saint Master!"

The major sects and family leaders all bowed to the withered middle-aged man, heads bent in reverence.

The Saint Master of the Star Prayer Sacred Land was a Realm Emperor!

Moreover, it was said that he possessed a certain evil technique that allowed him to kill across immense distances imperceptibly.

"Dispense with the courtesy, I presume all of you know why I summoned you today?" the Saint Master of the Star Prayer Sacred Land said indifferently.

The crowd nodded simultaneously.

"Take a seat first."

The Saint Master nodded, then waved his hand, causing large vines to sprout from the ground, rapidly weaving and reshaping into several high platforms with seats.

Everyone took their seats in turn, much like an audience gazing down at the altar from above.

The Saint Master sat on the highest seat, with the young man in white silently standing behind him.

"Qingtian, these young ones have decent potential and are not weak. They should suffice to transfer your curse."

The Saint Master turned his head and said.

"Let’s hope so."

Bai Qingtian replied noncommittally.

"Oh? You don’t seem hopeful?"

The Saint Master smiled meaningfully.

"Even many ants cannot compare to a true dragon. With their potential and foundation, I wonder if they could even bear half of the curse."

Bai Qingtian said lightly.

"So confident?"

The Saint Master raised an eyebrow.

"With just one hand, I could suppress all of them combined. What do you think?" Bai Qingtian countered.

"Hahaha, as expected of my disciple!"

The Saint Master chuckled approvingly, then said, "However, combat strength and foundation are not entirely synonymous."

"While your combat strength is much greater, when it comes to foundation, that cannot be the case. Many have deep roots and abundant opportunities; their raw power may not be weaker than yours, but it’s the lack of combat experience and Divine Techniques that create the gap."

"Heh, is that so?"

Bai Qingtian dismissed it lightly but did not argue. Some things could only be proven with facts!

"Bai Qingtian, do you dare to fight me?"

Then, an angry voice was heard.

Everyone looked towards the altar, only to see a young man chained to a pillar roaring, "I was captured by an old monster from the Ninth Heaven, not by you. Want me to be your stepping stone? I refuse!"

A young man bound with serpent sinews also spoke:

"For a true dragon to become a mockery for a worm, I refuse too! Bai Qingtian might not even be better than me, why should I transfer the curse for him? Just because he has a strong background? Hahaha, truly laughable!"

A young man, paralyzed on the ground, spoke with just his tongue:

"Right! True prodigies forge their own path through battle. Hiding behind elders and flaunting their power is no real accomplishment. Why not have your master kill all the young men in the Southern Domain? Then you’d be the first prodigy there! However, such a prodigy is just a coward in my eyes!"

"Ahhhh..."

The "caterpillar" youth squirmed a bit more, yet could not spit out the yellowed rag from his mouth.

These words rendered the surrounding bigwigs’ expressions complex, and they subconsciously lowered their heads.

It was imaginable that the Saint Master of the Star Prayer Sacred Land’s face was surely a bit embarrassed at the moment, for indeed, this was not a glorious matter.

Relying on the older generation to capture young people, then letting Bai Qingtian use them as mere tools seemed rather indecorous.

"Mere ants dare to call themselves true dragons, truly ignorant and fearless." A cold voice rang out.

It was Bai Qingtian!

He slowly stepped out from behind the Saint Master, looking down at those on the altar: "I can see you all feel exceptional, perhaps due to some fortuitous encounters, but in my eyes... you are merely jesters."

He spoke coldly from above:

"You think being my sacrifice is a loss, but from my perspective... your level may not even be worthy."