Chapter 0409 Rise to Power

Chapter 0409 Rise to Power

Although Wei Zhongzheng had just entered the Martial King realm, his strength was not to be underestimated, especially since he had slain the Heavenly Fire Martial Emperor.

Many here still vividly recall the great battle at the Hong Martial Palace, during which Wei Zhongzheng killed numerous Xuan Martial realm warriors.

If a Xuan Martial realm warrior were to face him, there would be no chance of victory.

Wei Zhongzheng made his entrance with the veiled Feng Honglan.

Many disciples from prestigious families were aware of Feng Honglan's disfigurement and soul extraction.

This atrocity was committed by the Totem Pavilion, so people only sighed in private and did not publicly stand up for Feng Honglan.

Of course, Hong Mengshu was aware of Feng Honglan's plight and quickly walked over to her side, offering comforting words.

Wei Zhongzheng stood by Qin Yun, his gaze fixed on the elders of the Qingtian King Sect, and shouted, "Qingtian King Sect, you've just arrived in the Qiwen Royal City, haven't you?"

Those elders had all reached the peak of the Xuan Martial realm, and facing the Martial King realm Wei Zhongzheng, they felt immense pressure.

"Wei Zhongzheng, are you really going to make an enemy of us?" asked the elder, his tone much weaker.

"Our Nine Profound Sect has long been targeted by the Totem Pavilion! We're not afraid of the Totem Pavilion, so why would we fear you, a mere king-level sect?" Wei Zhongzheng let out a cold sneer, "I might as well tell you, I recently returned from the Sword Profound Mountain!"

"The beasts from the Sword Profound Mountain, in cahoots with the Totem Pavilion, extracted young Hong Lan's martial soul and disfigured her... For such a powerful sect to join forces in harming a young girl is a disgrace to our prestigious sects!"

"In a fit of rage, I stormed the Sword Profound Mountain and obliterated it! Two middle-aged men from the Qingtian King Sect tried to resist, and I killed them too!"

Wei Zhongzheng's declaration sent a shockwave through the hearts of all the elders and sect leaders present!

The crowd was in an uproar!

If this was true, it meant that the ancient Sword Profound Mountain, a profound-level sect, would completely vanish from the Northern Wasteland!

For years, no profound-level sect had faced destruction!

Even after losing a group of high-ranking members, the Nine Profound Sect managed to survive!

Yet now, the Sword Profound Mountain lay in ruins!

The Qingtian King Sect was the most enraged.

The Sword Profound Mountain was their subordinate sect and quite powerful.

With many Xuan Martial realm warriors dead, they had sent disciples to take charge!

Now, they were all dead!

"What if we make an enemy of you? Do you really think we're afraid of you?" Wei Zhongzheng sneered.

For many years, the Nine Profound Sect had grown accustomed to being hunted, but with the protection of the Nine Profound Formation, they were not afraid of the Totem Pavilion's attacks.

"You... just wait!" The elder from the Qingtian King Sect left a harsh warning and took the injured Chu Longjie away.

Wei Zhongzheng sneered, "Unless we destroy a king-level sect, no one will acknowledge our Nine Profound Sect as one, right?"

"Xiao Yun, let's go back!"

Qin Yun, Xiao Yuemei, and Feng Honglan trailed behind Wei Zhongzheng as they departed.

Only after they left did the crowd dare to speak up!

Everyone knew that the Nine Extremes Profound Sect had previously offended the Fire King Sect by killing the Heavenly Fire Martial Emperor, creating a deadly feud!

Now, they’ve openly declared war on the Qingtian King Sect and wiped out Sword Profound Mountain!

"Two king-level sects, bullied this badly by a profound-level sect! And there’s not even a hint of retaliation!"

"The Nine Extremes Grand Array is just too powerful. The Totem Pavilion has been unable to breach it for years. The Nine Extremes Profound Sect has few disciples, keeps to itself, and rarely ventures out, so they’re not worried about being hunted."

"Looks like the Nine Extremes Profound Sect is on the verge of becoming a king-level sect!"

"They’ll only be recognized as a king-level sect by crushing others."

"The Nine Extremes Profound Sect is just one Strange Pattern Master away from declaring themselves a king-level sect!"

The crowd fell silent.

Strange Pattern Masters are extremely rare and hard to recruit.

The Strange Pattern Hall folks also sighed in relief, having been worried the Martial King might start a fight here.

Everyone scattered, eagerly looking forward to the upcoming martial competition.

They were certain Qin Yun would participate.

They figured even if Qin Yun won, he still wouldn’t have the Ancient Garden Pass Token to enter.

...

On the way back, Xiao Yuemei handed over all nine million purple spirit coins she’d won to Qin Yun.

She wasn’t lacking in purple spirit coins; she just loved the thrill of winning.

When Qin Yun and his group entered the eastern district, they spotted black-robed figures circling the small buildings.

"It’s the Totem Pavilion!" Wei Zhongzheng’s face darkened when he saw them.

Qin Yun and the others instantly guessed they were after that Soul Refinement Master.

That Soul Refinement Master was dead—and it was his own fault.

Qin Yun couldn’t help but laugh when he thought about it. That Soul Refinement Master walked right into it, letting Qin Yun extract the Divine Ability Martial Soul—talk about bad luck.

The Totem Pavilion members were circling Qin Yun’s building, and it wasn’t clear if they’d found anything.

"Don’t worry, this is Strange Pattern Hall turf—they can’t do much here!" Wei Zhongzheng whispered, walking ahead.

Qin Yun and the others trailed behind, still a bit uneasy.

After all, they were Totem Pavilion members, and they were no pushovers—all at the Xuan Martial realm.

The Totem Pavilion group included three elders and five middle-aged men, all of whom recognized Wei Zhongzheng.

Wei Zhongzheng ignored them, walking straight to the building’s door.

As he opened the door, a black-robed elder rushed forward, trying to get in.

"Get lost!" Wei Zhongzheng barked, slamming the black-robed elder with a lightning-fast palm and sending him flying.

"Wei Zhongzheng... So it was you who killed our Soul Refinement Master!" The black-robed elder, struck and spitting blood, shouted in anger.

"What are you going on about? I have no idea!" Wei Zhongzheng stood at the door, watching the approaching black-robed men.

Qin Yun and the others also entered the house at that moment.

"Don’t pretend you don’t know! Our Soul Refinement Master is dead, and there’s the aura of a Soul Refinement Master inside! He was in there!" The black-robed elder said furiously.

"Impossible. If someone had entered my house, wouldn’t I know?" Wei Zhongzheng sneered. "If you think something’s off, get the Totem Pavilion to sort it out! If you continue to harass us, don’t blame me if I get rough!"

The Totem Pavilion knew they couldn’t cause trouble here, so they could only leave in anger.

After Wei Zhongzheng entered, he frowned and said, "Looks like they can sense the Soul Devouring Spirit Snake’s aura!"

The snake was still in Wei Zhongzheng’s hand.

"Master, what’s the Totem Pavilion’s next move?" Qin Yun asked with some concern.

"I don’t know! Once we’re back, we’ll need to limit the disciples’ movements. If they need to go out, I’ll handle it myself."

Wei Zhongzheng’s expression was grave, and he continued, "They’ll definitely send the Martial King to ambush our disciples. That’s their old trick!"

"Xiao Yun, you and Yuemei go stay in that tower these days! I’ll take Hong Lan back to the Nine Profound Mystic Sect first—it’s safer that way." Wei Zhongzheng said.

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei both nodded.

Feng Honglan was still poisoned, and her martial soul hadn’t fully recovered. Wei Zhongzheng took her back before the Martial King from the Totem Pavilion arrived, to avoid any other trouble they couldn’t handle.

At noon, Wei Zhongzheng rushed out of Mystic King City with Feng Honglan.

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei headed to the tall tower and settled into a suite.

The martial arts competition was still a few days away.

Qin Yun didn’t know what to expect, so he was preparing thoroughly. He began crafting the King Grade Immobilization Talisman.

Xiao Yuemei hung out with Hong Mengshu and even managed to get some info from Martial King Hong Ying.

A few days later, he’d refined four King Grade Immobilization Talismans, all made from bone.

Xiao Yuemei woke Qin Yun early, reminding him the competition started today.

The competition was held in the spacious square at Mystic Manor, with eight platforms. The early rounds would whittle down the competitors until a winner emerged.

Xiao Yuemei skipped ahead, wearing a light green long dress, looking fresh and lovely, flitting around like a butterfly.

"Brother, Mengzhu is also participating! But she’s not likely to make it to the finals!"

Qin Yun asked, "Who’s my biggest competition?"

"Totem Pavilion, Tyrant King Sect, Songwu Country, Qingtian King Sect, Fire King Sect, Yuewu Country... mainly these major forces. The disciples they sent all have totemic inheritances!" Xiao Yuemei said.

Qin Yun was under quite a bit of pressure. Opponents with totemic inheritances are no pushovers, and they’re all at the third level of the martial realm.

"I heard that these warriors with totemic inheritances are very strong and can easily defeat those at the fourth level of the martial realm!" Xiao Yuemei added. "Brother, don’t be afraid of them. At most, they’re only at the third level of the martial realm."

Beyond the third level of the martial realm, one cannot enter the Ancient Garden.

Qin Yun nodded, as he also wanted to enter the Ancient Arboretum, partly to get his hands on the Linglong Mystic Fruit.

He also wanted to poke around and see if he could dig up anything about the Nine Sun Divine Soul.

Because in the second bead of his Nine Sun Divine Soul, there was an Ancient Arboretum pass, tucked within the Elixir Scripture.

So after learning about the Ancient Arboretum, he felt there might be some clues inside.

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei arrived at the large Martial Arts Field in the center of Qiwen Manor, where a crowd had gathered around the eight platforms below.

The folks who showed up for the spectacle were from martial arts families or renowned sects in the Northern Wilderness.

Qin Yun's arrival only caused a brief moment of surprise.

Although his strength was formidable, everyone knew this competition was of great importance, and the disciples sent by various sects were among the top in the Northern Wilderness.

"The Northern Wilderness’ top beauty is here!" someone said, looking at the golden-clad woman floating gently from a distance.

Xiao Yuemei snorted, "That woman is a disciple of the Tyrant King Sect, just a flashy bimbo! Sister Hong Lan’s way prettier!"