The Prodigies War

Chapter 1478 Lang Qianheng

“Lang Qianheng, the Blood Demon Ancient Domain envoy and an unrivaled expert in his own right, wishes to challenge all the longevity stage Supreme King experts of the Ancient Wasteland Domain!”

The news shook up the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain and left the world in an uproar.

"What an ignorant and arrogant madman!"

Most people’s initial reaction was similar.

He was but a single person, yet he dared to challenge every supreme heaven pride in the world. He clearly thought way too highly of himself and showed complete disregard toward the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

"There’s no way it isn’t true since it’s from the Divine Apparatus Pavilion. Lang Qianheng must have some source of confidence to speak out with such arrogance."

"It’s very worrying. If our top experts perform badly and lose to him, it won’t simply be a loss of face, but it will also deal a heavy blow to the morale of the Ancient Wasteland Domain."

Many people were filled with worry.

After all, how could an envoy of the Blood Demon Ancient Domain be an ignorant or ordinary person?

He must have absolute confidence to have thrown out such an outrageous challenge!

Lin Xun was also taken aback by the news. Regardless of the envoy’s goal, coming all the way here to make such a challenge was a clear show of disrespect toward the supreme path experts of the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

Lin Xun was interested to know what kind of person Lang Qianheng was. How strong was he to have thrown out such an arrogant challenge?

If it were anyone else, Lin Xun wouldn't have paid any attention to the matter.

However, Lang Qianheng was from the Blood Demon Ancient Domain. He was an expert from one of the other eight domains, which naturally drew Lin Xun’s attention.

Since he would have to face such enemies when the Conflict of the Nine Domains began, it naturally wouldn’t be bad to learn a little about them in advance.

"Let's wait a while and see how capable he is."

Lin Xun shook his head and paid no further attention to the matter.

He continued his travels with a carefree mindset as if he were but a passerby experiencing the beauty of heaven and earth and the intricacies of society.

At this point in time, every aspect of his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the longevity stage, and there was only a single obstacle left for him to overcome—the wall of the Saint stage!

These two words were akin to an impossibly wide canyon that had stopped countless cultivators since ancient times.

Moreover, Lin Xun’s Saint path was different from the norm. He simultaneously cultivated three types of Supreme Paths, which naturally made the Supreme Saint stage he aimed for different from others!

It was a very difficult path to walk. Although it wasn’t covered in thorns, it was a unique path that was filled with the unknown.

The unknown often implied great danger and terror!

Despite this, Lin Xun's mental state wasn’t the least bit affected. All of his cultivation experiences had tempered his will and mind to be as tough as a rock and his dao heart into a sword that could cut the sun, moon, ghosts, and gods. Hence, it was naturally impossible for him to fear any hardships in the path ahead.

One day, Lin Xun walked into a noisy and busy teahouse like an ordinary traveler and asked for a cup of hot tea.

The secular world or society represented the myriad forms of life. It flowed with endless worldly qi and only by engaging with society would one learn the meaning of life.

With a twist of his wrist, Lin Xun took out a small bronze box. It resembled a thick bronze flying sword and exuded a boundless and mysterious aura.

It was the Saint’s Guide he had obtained from Sword Emperor Taixuan in the Supreme Realm and contained the experiences of becoming a Supreme Saint expert!

Lin Xun had begun studying it recently and discovered that the experiences sealed within the box belonged to Sword Emperor Taixuan and Battle Emperor Mo Yang, who were famous, peerless experts who had become Emperor experts in the primeval era.

Although they were merely experiences, their value was immeasurable!

After all, Sword Emperor Taixuan was known as the number one Sword Emperor of the primeval era and was a supreme figure who led the world in that era.

Likewise, Battle Emperor Mo Yang was also on a similar level.

If the ancient orthodoxies of the Ancient Wasteland Domain were to discover the existence of the Supreme Saint experiences left by these two Emperor experts, they would definitely go crazy and try to seize it from Lin Xun at all costs!

These days, Lin Xun would occasionally delve into the Saint’s Guide in his free time and had already benefited tremendously.

It also helped him more clearly define and determine the Supreme Saint path he sought.

The Supreme Path had existed in the primeval era. Sword Emperor Taixuan, for example, had risen to fame and power through his sword dao and eventually became a Supreme Sword Saint expert.

His sword dao could be found within the words Taixuan.

On the other hand, Battle Emperor Mo Yang had taken another path and proved her dao through power. She achieved the Supreme Saint stage through killing, and her Saint Dao was rooted in stopping weapons with killing.

By stopping weapons, there would be no harm, which was also her namesake.

Lin Xun often felt increasingly enlightened from studying their experiences in becoming a Saint expert.

For instance, he now knew that although the run-of-the-mill True Saint experts had the power to preach their dao and start a sect, they didn’t have the foundation to support such actions!

Most importantly, it was almost impossible for ordinary True Saint experts to touch the threshold of the Emperor stage in their lifetime!

Only a Supreme Saint expert would have sufficient foundations to achieve such things.

Additionally, the Saint’s Guide also contained detailed records of the preparations these two Emperor experts had made before challenging the Saint stage.

Although it wasn’t difficult to understand, it often left Lin Xun feeling as if a revelation had dawned upon him and the clouds had finally cleared.

The teahouse was very busy with people from all walks of life gathered within. Lin Xun was inconspicuously seated at one of the tables, quietly sipping his tea as he studied the records in the Saint’s Guide.

Suddenly, a Windspeaker Clan expert rushed into the teahouse and announced with a sorrowful sigh, "Another loss! This time, it’s a supreme path expert from the Moon Sun Sacred Palace who was defeated by Lang Qianheng and the battle was decided in only ten moves. This is already the thirteenth supreme path expert who has lost to him."

The news quickly caused a commotion among the patrons present.

Someone blurted out in disbelief, "What? It’s only been half a month, but so many supreme path experts have lost already?"

"Is Lang Qianheng really so formidable?"

"I heard that none of the supreme path experts who have faced him have managed to survive ten moves!"

"My goodness, isn’t that way too terrifying? Aren’t the supreme path experts of our Ancient Wasteland Domain supposed to be strong? Why are they performing so badly?"

The crowd’s conversations were tinged with anger, bewilderment, and disbelief.

Only Lin Xun looked as calm as before.

He had heard such news before and even knew the supreme path experts who had been defeated. None of them had been remarkable in the Supreme Realm, and they didn’t even manage to get ranked on the Genius Gold Rankings.

In his opinion, although their defeat was unacceptable to the cultivators of the Ancient Wasteland Domain, it did make sense. It would instead be surprising if Lang Qianheng, who dared to challenge all the supreme path experts in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, ended up being a pushover.

Soon after, Lin Xun rose to his feet and departed.

At present, Lang Qianheng was still unable to arouse his interest and fighting spirit.

Lin Xun continued to travel the world. He would at times meditate at night, observe the beauty of nature from a mountain peak, experience the interactions between people in society, or study the Saint’s Guide...

Meanwhile, the waves caused by Lang Qianheng grew increasingly turbulent and received more and more attention.

A month had passed. Lang Qianheng had crushed all of his opponents and was undefeated after thirty-seven battles. He was absurdly strong and so domineering that no one could say anything.

Even Lin Xun couldn't help but take note because every city he visited was filled with discussions and analysis of Lang Qianheng's battle record.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain was in a state of unrest, and many cultivators felt so ashamed that they could not raise their heads.

The fact that an enemy had entered the Ancient Wasteland Domain and defeated so many of their supreme path experts was a devastating blow to them.

Even some of the old monsters had begun to worry. If a single Lang Qianheng was already so powerful, how would the Ancient Wasteland Domain experts survive against the supreme path experts from the other eight domains?

"This is bad, even Yan Zhanqiu of Heaven Axis Holy Land, who has ninth longevity stage cultivation, has been defeated!"

The news coincided with Lin Xun’s arrival in Thousand Streams City, which was located in the Purple Moon Province of East Victory World.

As such, he heard numerous conversations about the topic after entering the city.

This time, Lin Xun finally became a little interested.

He had a good understanding of Yan Zhanqiu's foundation and talent. Although he couldn’t compare to the likes of Shao Hao, Fairy Ruowu, Yuan Fatian, and Underworld Son, he was a first-class supreme path expert.

Despite this, Yan Zhanqiu had also been defeated in ten moves. This showed that Lang Qianheng was a hegemon-like existence even among the supreme path experts.

However, it was merely a slight interest. Lang Qianheng's performance still wasn’t enough to make Lin Xun desire to learn more.

Lin Xun wandered through the bustling streets. He had been to Thousand Streams City before and was reminded of the Thousand Streams Assembly that had been held on Thousand Streams Mountain in the city.

It had been organized by Mi Hengzhen, who had invited many young heaven prides for a session of sparring and dao discussions.

It was a walk down memory lane to come to this city again after so many years.

"Oh, it seems pretty busy here."

When Lin Xun passed by Thousand Streams Mountain, he saw many gorgeous carriages and mounts parked at the foot of the mountain that clearly belonged to extraordinary individuals.

He could also see the silhouettes of numerous figures gathered on the mountain.

At the sight of Lin Xun standing here, a beautiful woman in front of Thousand Streams Mountain suddenly approached and asked, "Young Master, are you also here to participate in the Thousand Streams Assembly?"

"Thousand Streams Assembly?"

Lin Xun was taken aback. He was surprised that a similar assembly would be held on Thousand Streams Mountain again after so many years.

The woman said, "Young Master, this assembly is led by Yi Tianlin, a supreme path expert of the Origin God Sect, and they will be discussing matters related to Lang Qianheng. Haven't you heard?"

Lin Xun honestly hadn't. After all, why would he care when such gatherings could be found everywhere in the Ancient Wasteland Domain?

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