Chapter 740 - The Heir/Heiress of the East Region Saint Mansions

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In all of Kunlun’s Field, only 108 monks were qualified to sit in the King Seats. How fierce the competition was!

Even a Saintly Being had to weigh whether his cultivation and realm were powerful enough to sit in the Kings Seats.

Above the King Seats was the mountaintop, where there were nine “Heir Seats”.

Only those eligible to be the “Heirs of Kunlun’s Field” could sit here with the Saint Lady on equal terms.

The Nine Heir Seats were more than just seats; they represented supreme glory and status. Thus, numerous people flocked to them.

Beneath Scroll Mountain, countless young monks were staring eagerly at the nine seats. They were willing to pay with their lives just to sit on the seats, even if only for a while.

“The Kunlun Heir’s banquet is bound to be a grand contest among young talents,” said Ao Xinyan. “I’m afraid it will be the limelight of the Sword Technique Conference.”

The Sword Technique Conference would be held in a month, and only swordsmen were allowed to participate. It could not compare to tonight’s Kunlun Heir’s banquet in terms of scale or quantity of young masters.

The Kunlun Heir’s banquet cast the Sword Technique Conference into the shade.

“They’re different.”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head. “The Kunlun Heir’s banquet is aimed at young monks. The Sword Technique Conference is mainly for senior sword practitioners to perceive the Wordless Sword Manual and exchange their understanding of the Tao of the sword.

“For sword practitioners in the Fish-Dragon Realm, it is a rare opportunity to compete in the Sword Technique Conference. The elder sword practitioners are spectators of the younger’s performances of Tao of the sword. It adds more fun to the conference.

“It’s possible that the Taiji Sect, the Yin and Yang Sect, the Four Symbols Sect and the Bagua Sect are the only ones who take the performances of the sword practitioners in the Fish-Dragon Realm seriously.

“After all, the battle among the four forces’ younger generation will decide who will own the Sword Pavilion. It is a remarkable event.”

Ao Xinyan understood everything at once. “Since the Kunlun Heir’s banquet is about to be held, isn’t it absurd for sword practitioners in the Fish-Dragon Realm to perform in the Sword Technique Conference?”

Zhang Ruochen nodded and spoke cautiously. “For you, it is. But for disciples from the Yin and Yang Sect, the Sword Technique Conference results are more important than the Kunlun Heir’s banquet.

“But there have always been troublemakers at the Sword Technique Conference. Eight hundred years ago, the young Sword Emperor defeated all the young sword practitioners from the Taiji Sect and the other three Sects. He humiliated them with his forceful ability.”

“I doubt there will be any troublemakers in this year’s Sword Technique Conference,” Ao Xinyan replied. “Tonight, all the powerful monks will turn up for sure. To become an Heir of Kunlun’s Field is more pragmatic than making fame at the Sword Technique Conference.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes lit up with excitement. Staring at the Scroll Mountain, he said to himself, ” The Kunlun Heir’s banquet tonight is sure to go down in history. It will usher in an unprecedented heyday of Martial Arts .”

At the foot of Scroll Mountain, a ten-meter-wide road was piled up with scrolls, leading to the mountaintop.

The gate at the foot of the mountain was a scene of chaos. Hundreds of thousands of warriors were competing, and various Genuine Martial Arms were crashing with each other. The occasional Holy Weapon flew out to knock down a group of monks.

The spectacle looked like a massive war.

In the scuffle, a number of monks had been knocked down before they even got to the entrance.

Every fifteen minutes, a few monks were able to fight their way out and begin climbing the mountain. There were no weak, only masters who had long enjoyed good reputations.

Even on the way up Scroll Mountain, climbers were continuously knocked down. It was rare for monks to be able to hold on to their seats for a long time.

With two screams, Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi dropped from Scroll Mountain, both bathed in blood and injured badly.

Huang Yanchen immediately sent the royal guards from the East Region Saint Mansions to carry them down.

Clearly enough, with their current ability, Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi were unable to take part in the Kunlun Heir’s banquet. They were not qualified even for “Talent Seats”, the fourth-class seats.

“Your cultivation isn’t good enough.” Zhang Ruochen said as he took out two sixth-level healing Pills and handed them to Chang Qiqi and Si Xingkong.

“Thank you.”

Si Xingkong lay on the stretcher coughing up blood. He took the Pill and closed his eyes to heal his injury.

Lying on another stretcher with a pale look, Chang Qiqi took the healing pill from Zhang Ruochen. He fixed his eyes on him, and then shifted to Huang Yanchen, saying “Junior sister apprentice Huang, you have to ally with others to climb up Scroll Mountain. If you go by yourself, you’ll easily be beaten down.”

Chang Qiqi hinted that Huang Yanchen should form an alliance with Lin Yue. After all, Lin Yue’s powerful ability was visible to everyone.

Huang Yanchen nodded and beckoned for the royal guards of the East Region Saint Mansions to carry them down.

Huang Yanchen cast her eyes at Scroll Mountain and sighed. “The Saint Academy in the Eastern Region has many powerful geniuses, but lacks a master soul who can rally and unite these geniuses. They rush up like soldiers without a commander. Very few monks can sit tight on the seat.”

She paused and added, “If Zhang Ruochen were still alive, the Eastern Region Saint Academy’s Saints would not be so competitive about tonight’s Kunlun Heir’s banquet.”

Her eyes blurred, as if she was recalling something.

Hearing his name, Zhang Ruochen could not help but change his expression slightly. “If you can’t rely on the Eastern Region Saint Academy, why not turn to the East Region Saint Mansions for help. As far as I know, aren’t there several talents and geniuses in the mansions?”

Huang Yanchen shook her head with a slight frown. “Four Heirs in the East Region Saint Mansions are fighting among themselves, because each of them desires to go higher.

“Whoever can win honor for the East Region Saint Mansions at the Kunlun Heir’s banquet will have a greater voice in the Saint Prince’s Mansion.

“I do have a few trusted followers in the Saint Prince’s Mansion. But unfortunately, their cultivations haven’t fully developed. They are of little use to me for now.”

Huang Yanchen was both one of the Saints of the East Region Saint Mansions and an Heiress of the East Region Saint Mansions.

But Huang Yanchen had just became an heiress; she had a rather weak foundation in the Saint Prince’s Mansion. She could not compare to the other heirs yet at all.

Besides, she was the youngest among them, and correspondingly, her cultivation was weaker. Even the weakest of the three heirs was a realm higher than her.

“Rumble!”

A Kylin chariot charged from the distance. Its ten-meter-high shafts crushed out two deep tracks and made the ground shake slightly.

An Ice of Profound Kylin pulled the carriage. It was a sixth-level superior class savage beast. It could emit chilly Icing air that froze the ground for hundreds of kilometers.

A young man in his twenties stepped out of the Kylin chariot. He was dressed in a golden armor and he held a Holy Weapon Bronze Dagger-axe in his hand.

It was Chen Tianpeng, an heir of the East Region Saint Mansions. His strength was so powerful that his cultivation had reached the Ninth Change of the Fish-dragon Realm.

Chen Tianpeng stood beside the chariot, looking down at Huang Yanchen, with a sneer. “The Kunlun Heir’s banquet is very important. Why are there so few warlords around cousin Yanchen?”

His eyes smoldered with exultation as he looked back at the Kylin chariot.

Zhang Ruochen cast his eyes in that direction and noticed eight warlords at the Ninth Change of the Fish-dragon Realm following the chariot.

The eight warlords were dressed in golden armor. Their skin shone brightly.

Eight mighty clouds of Holy Qi burst out from them, forcing any nearby monks to recede. No one dared to step closer.

Obviously, the eight warlords had been carefully selected by Chen Tianpeng and would follow him to participate in the Kunlun Heir’s banquet.

Huang Yanchen remained calm and showed no sign of weakness. “Every guest is permitted to bring two royal guards to the banquet. Cousin Tianpeng, what’s the use of bringing so many people?”

Chen Tianpeng laughed, as he walked down from the Kylin chariot. “I’m only bringing two royal guards. The other six are just accompanying me to climb Scroll Mountain. They aren’t my royal guards.”

The Saint Lady had made it a rule that every guest was only allowed to bring two royal guards. This was to prevent great forces’ disciples from possessing all the seats.

But Chen Tianpeng had found a flaw in the rule. Outwardly, only two royal guards were coming with him. In fact, the other six royal guards assisted him in cleaning up the road ahead and going higher.

As soon as he sat on the seat, the six royal guards stopped helping him.

If Chen Tianpeng hoped to sit tight, he had to rely on himself and the two royal guards.

As an heir of the East Region Saint Mansions, Chen Tianpeng’s power was not weak. He was fully confident that as long as he could make it to the seat, he could sit for a long time.