Chapter 777: Chapter 513: Opening the Sect Gate

After traveling for only an hour, Yun Tianji arrived in Lingbi City.

Lingbi City isn’t very large, but the cultivators active here generally have high cultivation levels, at least above the Sixth Realm.

This is because there is a natural spirit wall in the city, inscribed with innate runes which greatly aid in understanding the Heaven and Earth Laws.

Many high-level cultivators come here to perceive the Laws of Heaven and Earth, paving the way for their subsequent cultivation paths.

Yun Canglan brought Yun Tianji into the city, making their way to the eastern long street.

“Young master, this is Ten Thousand Laws Street, where cultivators from all directions gather, a mix of various backgrounds; Miss Xue Qing is also staying here.”

With many cultivators coming and going on the street, Yun Tianji nodded slightly, scanning the surrounding cultivators. His powerful Divine Sense spread out like a tide, filtering through massive streams of information.

“Will Miss Xue Qing appear on the Martial Arts Arena today?”

“I heard that Fire Cloud Great Saint acquired another wondrous treasure, just waiting to present it!”

“Heh, yesterday the Sky-splitting Blade Saint almost handed his sword, ‘Broken Mountain,’ to Miss Xue Qing, just to hear that ‘Blood Boiling Foundation Theory’ again…”

“Tsk tsk, to think a Great Saint of Martial Path would be like this…”

Most of the conversations were kept low, filled with reverence and incredulity.

“Where is the Martial Arts Arena?” Yun Tianji asked, clearly focused.

“Just ahead, in the center of the street.” Yun Canglan pointed towards the most densely populated direction.

The two spoke no more and followed the crowd forward.

The closer they got to the central area, the more crowded the people became, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air became increasingly active.

A moment later, a massive plaza appeared at the end of their sight, with a spirit wall towering over a thousand feet tall standing at the center of the Martial Arena. Innate Dao Patterns flowed over it, emitting various lights.

The plaza was paved with different types of jade, and in the center was a circular stone platform about the height of a person.

The stone platform appeared ancient and unadorned, yet it faintly emitted a heavy aura capable of suppressing all laws.

At this moment, the Martial Arts Arena was surrounded layer upon layer, leaving no space open.

Countless cultivators’ eyes were all focused on the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

However, despite the crowding, there was an obvious vacant circle around the core area of the arena.

Within that vacant area, there were only a few figures.

One of the figures stood like a stabilizer at the center-most point.

A young woman, not yet twenty, sat casually at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, her legs slightly drawn up, one hand resting lazily on her knee, exuding a relaxed, almost languid posture.

It was indeed Xue Qing.

She kept her head slightly lowered, her focused gaze resting on an ancient scroll laid out on her lap.

The surface of the scroll flowed with dark golden characters, drifting slowly like living entities. Her expression was calm and unruffled, as if the surrounding ocean-like crowd and the turbulent spiritual energy fluctuations in the air were unrelated to her.

She was immersed in her own world, occasionally with divine light flowing in her eyes, deducing the profound mysteries in the scroll at a rate unimaginable to ordinary people.

The figures surrounding Xue Qing startled Yun Tianji, making his pupils contract instantly.

Those people stood beneath the Martial Arts Arena like stars surrounding the moon, placing Xue Qing at the center.

The most noticeable was an exceptionally tall elder, his hair and beard blazing like crimson fire, clothed in a dark red robe, exuding a suffocating heat.

This was the phenomenon of boiling blood energy, a Great Saint of the Martial Path.

At present, the elder was carefully holding a stewpot carved entirely from Fire Jade.

Though the stewpot was covered, just the aura seeping out caused the entire Martial Arts Arena’s temperature to rise a notch, carrying a rich fragrance that made one’s blood hints boil.

“Xue Qing, come, come, quickly while it’s hot!”

Fire Cloud Great Saint’s voice was loud as thunder, filled with an eagerness almost flattering. He presented the stewpot forward as if offering a treasure:

“Look at this, little girl. It’s a Divine Blood Flood Dragon, pureblood! It took quite an effort to obtain this piece of red tendons. Do you know how precious this is? It’s extinct in the Near Immortal Realm. I procured it from beyond realms, simmered for nearly half a month with seven types of Heavenly Fire, without missing the slightest degree! The blood and divine essence it contains… a peerless delicacy! Absolutely unique in the Near Immortal Realm!”

He licked his somewhat cracked lips, looking expectantly at Xue Qing: “You only leafed through my ‘Mystic Gang Divine Blood Scripture’ for a day, didn’t you? Please, help me look over it a bit more, see if there’s room for improvement? Even a hint of inspiration would suffice. Try the soup first, it’s nourishing!”

As he spoke, his other hand was already eagerly reaching to lift the scalding pot lid.

Not far to his side stood a middle-aged man upright as a solitary peak, with a stern face, carrying a long blade wrapped in coarse cloth, revealing only the pitch-black hilt.

His aura was condensed to the extreme, as if he himself were a peerless fierce blade ready to unsheathe at any moment and cleave the heavens, the Sky-splitting Blade Saint, Chai Tianque.

At the moment, this usually silent and sharp-eyed Blade Saint seemed somewhat ill at ease.

He silently retrieved an item from his storage magical artifact.

It was a blade.

The blade was three feet seven inches long, possessing a translucent gelatinous appearance, as if formed by the solidification of flowing marrow, harboring countless points of starlike radiant light within.

The blade bore no edge, lines flowing smoothly to the extreme; just lying quietly in Song Que’s hand, the surrounding air emitted a faint hissing sound, torn by invisible sharpness. A sharp blade intent permeated, causing all the divine weapons and sharp blades that cultivators carried around the Martial Arts Arena to emit anxious low hums.