I Have A Disciple Simulator

Chapter 805: Chapter 529: The First Round Opponent, Wuming Palace! (4K)_2

Of course, the great Holy Lands might also have geniuses who are not on the Qilin Ranking, or perhaps the unparalleled geniuses from the previous generation’s Qilin Ranking.

Lu Changsheng might have a chance to triumph over the talents from the eight Divine Palaces.

The Heavenly Court is too domineering; all the Holy Lands want to fight for some pride, so they all stand on Lu Changsheng’s side.

Everlasting Immortal stroked his beard and said to Lin Xuantong, “That Tian Hao is just the second-ranked talent of the Wuming Palace. Your disciple should have hope of defeating him, right? The first-ranked talents of the eight Divine Palaces are truly troublesome. According to the grouping, if he advances from the top sixteen to the top eight, he will encounter the number one talent of Wuming Palace, Tian Chengjian. I’ve heard Tian Chengjian has cultivated for 960,000 years, longer than your disciple. I’m afraid your disciple will stop at the top sixteen.”

“Is that so?”

Lin Xuantong, however, appeared relaxed.

Before arriving at the Heavenly Court, Lu Changsheng had broken through to the ninth level of Immortal Emperor and had fully comprehended the fourth sword realm of “One Sword Across Ages.”

Such combat power may not necessarily be inferior to Tian Chengjian, Wuming Palace’s first talent born within a million years.

Seeing Lin Xuantong’s calm composure, Everlasting Immortal curiously asked, “Lin Xuantong, every time you have that expression, you’re confident of success. Tell me quickly, what trump card does your disciple have?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Damn it.”

Everlasting Immortal was frustrated.

He and Lin Xuantong had always been adversaries. Years ago, Liu Yue’er, the disciple of the Mother of Yaochi, was taken by Lin Xuantong as his wife, causing Everlasting Immortal to remain single to this day. Lin Xuantong really was his lifelong rival.

Lin Qinghan’s opponent was a talent from Miaoyan Palace.

Miaoyan Palace, not one of the eight Divine Palaces, ranks twenty-third among the hundred thousand palaces and is considered a relatively powerful Divine Palace.

And Lin Qinghan was to face the number one talent of Miaoyan Palace.

Lin Qinghan closed her eyes to rest and adjust herself to her optimal state.

Lin Qinghan also wanted to win honor for Mount Taihua Sacred Land and Lin Xuantong.

After returning from the Goddess Daoxu, Lin Qinghan had greatly improved in aptitude and cultivation path.

Lin Qinghan, now at the sixth level of Immortal Emperor.

Her rate of cultivation improvement was so rapid that even Lin Xuantong was taken by surprise.

Lin Qinghan’s cultivation speed was even faster than Lin Xuantong’s when he was young.

Xia Ningxue’s opponent was Feng Mu from the Ancient Feng Family.

Most people were not optimistic about Xia Ningxue.

Feng Mu is ranked second on the Qilin Ranking, and even considering other geniuses not on the list and from the previous generation’s Qilin Ranking, Feng Mu could still be ranked among the top few.

However, a few people knew that Xia Ningxue had joined forces with Lu Changsheng to slay the Impermanence Demon Monarch. They knew Xia Ningxue’s strength was not as simple as her ranking on the Qilin Ranking.

Chongxu Daoist, who is in charge of the Qilin Ranking, had been in retreat, so the Qilin Ranking had not been updated for a while.

“The first match, Yan Zhiqiu of Kunlun Holy Land, against Li Wendao from Yunlou Palace.”

The first group soon started their exchange.

Two sword cultivators ascended the Martial Arts Platform.

“Lu Changsheng, now let me show you the results of my absorption of Dragon Vein Qi.”

Yan Zhiqiu’s aura surged, and he seemed like a Divine Sword standing between heaven and earth, his edge revealed, his presence overwhelming the talents of the Heavenly Court.

Yan Zhiqiu also looked proudly in Lu Changsheng’s direction, as if flaunting his own strength.

“Immortal Emperor at the eighth level?”

Lu Changsheng noticed that Yan Zhiqiu had entered the eighth level of Immortal Emperor.

The Purple Void Palace of Kunlun Mountains really knows how to train disciples.

Yan Zhiqiu’s cultivation was nowhere near this level last time.

It had been a hundred thousand years, and now Yan Zhiqiu had become a high-level expert of Immortal Emperor at the eighth level.

Yan Zhiqiu, with his greatly increased strength, defeated the rival from Yunlou Palace with only three swords.

“Kunlun Mountain’s Purple Void Palace is truly deserving of being the first among the Holy Lands; so effortlessly defeated the genius of the Heavenly Court.”

“In a million years, the cultivation of the Kunlun Holy Son has reached the eighth level of Immortal Emperor. Such a speed of cultivation, even I feel ashamed.”

“Who knows, for the top ten, we from various Holy Lands might occupy half!”

The various Holy Lands cheered.

The talents from the Lower Realm triumphed cleanly in their first victory, dispelling the previous gloom.

“A bunch of idiots, Yunlou Palace ranks beyond fifty among the many Divine Palaces, it’s not a surprise to lose to the Purple Void Palace.”

Tian Chengjian of Wuming Palace snorted coldly.

The eight Divine Palaces have not yet made their move.

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“The second group, Cloud Mountain Holy Land against Thunderclap Palace.”

One after another, the opponents took to the Martial Arts Platform, each side having its own victories and defeats.

As soon as the talents from the eight Divine Palaces made their move, they were as smooth as flowing clouds and water, defeating the geniuses of the Holy Lands.

A shadow was cast over the talents of all the major Holy Lands.

The geniuses from the eight Divine Palaces hardly ever go down to the Lower Realm; aside from the Emperor’s child who was ranked by Chongxu Daoist in the Qilin Ranking, the other talents were not listed.

Now, as they displayed their strength, each one possessed unique skills and demonstrated frightful power.

Chen Yao was only considered the second-ranked genius of the Mysterious Lady Palace.

The top talent of Wuming Palace, Tian Chengjian, made his move and defeated Jiang Yue Fairy, the second-ranked genius of Guanghan Palace, with a single stroke.

Unless something unexpected happens, Yan Zhiqiu of Kunlun Holy Land will face Tian Chengjian a round earlier than Lu Changsheng.

One of these two is likely to become Lu Changsheng’s opponent in the top sixteen.

“The ninety-fourth group, Tian Hao from Wuming Palace versus Lu Changsheng from Mount Taihua.”

As the Golden Armor Heavenly General announced the match-up for this round, the gazes of a hundred thousand Heavenly Palaces, all the Holy Lands, and Prestigious Families, converged upon the two soon-to-clash competitors.

“Your opponent is Taihua’s Holy Son, the top of the Lower Realm’s Qilin Ranking. Help me test his true capabilities; once I defeat him, you can claim some of the credit.”

Tian Chengjian looked down upon Lower Realm talents, guarded only against Lu Changsheng, the top of the Qilin Ranking.

Although the Qilin Ranking lacked many of Heavenly Court’s talents, the position of number one on the Qilin Ranking still meant something.

Throughout history, first-rankers on the Qilin Ranking, if they do not fall prematurely, can at least become a Divine King, and most likely achieve eternal life.

Tian Hao, displeased, said, “I don’t need your help to defeat him.”

Tian Hao arrived at the Martial Arts Platform, carrying two longswords on his back.

For this sparring, only two Magical Treasures could be used at most.

Tian Hao chose two Immortal Swords, seemingly favoring offense over defense, aiming to overcome Lu Changsheng with sheer power.

Lu Changsheng vanished from his seat and, in almost the same instant, appeared on the Martial Arts Platform, confronting the genius from Wuming Palace.

“I’ve heard you’re the unrivaled genius of the Lower Realm’s Qilin Ranking, and it seems all major Holy Lands have pinned their hopes on you. But our Heavenly Court is even more formidable than you imagine, and here is where your progress ends. You shall advance no further.”

Tian Hao’s arms crossed over his chest in an arrogant manner, as he set out to intimidate Lu Changsheng right from the start.

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Lu Changsheng hadn’t looked down upon his opponent, yet here he was being scorned already?

“That guy is way too arrogant, Lu, you are our Holy Lands’ hope.”

“Don’t hold back, Lu, show him some colors.”

The Holy Lands were filled with indignant fervor, their passions inflamed.

Tian Hao might look down on other geniuses, but Lu Changsheng was the Holy Lands’ number one person and couldn’t afford to lose to the second-ranked talent of the eight Divine Palaces.

“Ha!”

Tian Hao let out a loud shout, his aura fully unleashed, and the summit-level might of an eight-level Immortal Emperor spread out, sweeping through like a storm!

Tian Hao employed the Wuming Palace’s Cultivation Technique, and a holy radiance blossomed, causing the Martial Arts Platform to tremble violently.

“The peak of Immortal Emperor eight-level! Just half a step away from Immortal Emperor nine-level!”

“No wonder Wuming Palace is so haughty; their second-ranked genius is already at the peak of the Immortal Emperor eight-level, could their top talent be at the Immortal Emperor nine-level?”

“This is getting unpredictable.”

All Holy Lands and Prestigious Families were taken aback.

The two geniuses of Wuming Palace were so outstanding.

True Sovereigns of Wuming Palace, one after another, stroked their beards and smiled in satisfaction at the talents born from their own Divine Palace.

Tian Hao had a high chance of becoming a Divine King, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if he became a Great Expert in the future.

For a normal genius, becoming an Immortal Emperor within a million years was already impressive, but for these geniuses from the eight Divine Palaces like Tian Hao, they aim to become Divine Kings within a million years to qualify for the rank of eternal immortals.

“How about that?”

Tian Hao looked at Lu Changsheng proudly.

Who would have thought that the second-ranked genius of Wuming Palace would possess the cultivation of the peak of the Immortal Emperor eight-level?

Lu Changsheng didn’t say much, merely releasing his own aura.

An aura, even more vast and pure than Tian Hao’s, swept across all directions, whipping up a violent storm that overshadowed Tian Hao.

Tian Hao and the rest of the people from the eight Divine Palaces were all shaken.

“Immortal Emperor nine-level!”

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