Chapter 484: Chapter 484: Brother Is a Legend
"You want to fight here? Go on, test the power of the Ancestral Tree’s killing intent! Of course, it’s not that I’m afraid of you. We can fight later in the Void outside. If I show any fear then, I, Chu Shaocheng, will cut off my own head and give it to you as a chamber pot!"
Chu Shaocheng’s tone was frigid, practically spoiling for a fight.
A strange expression appeared on Ye Tianling’s face. ’This tone, this posture, this aura... why does it all seem so familiar? Isn’t this how I used to act? Could it be...’
"Yeah, kill this Sinful Dragon!"
"Afraid of you? Like hell! Beating you is a bonus, and even if we can’t, it’s no big loss. At least we can let off some steam!"
"Don’t be afraid, Shaocheng Daoist Brother! We have the Celestial Secret Divine Son as our role model. Some powerhouse will eventually make him cry!"
...
The whole crowd was instantly riled up.
Ye Tianling almost coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was only just now realizing that it wasn’t only Chu Shaocheng who was this hardcore; most of the young male and female Cultivators in the tea house were exactly the same.
Clearly, they were all imitating Ye Tianling’s style!
’So... is this on me?’
Ye Tianling’s expression became priceless.
It was only then that he realized he had set the trend for an entire generation!
"Your head for a chamber pot? Are you even worthy?!"
Long Aosen’s voice cut through Ye Tianling’s thoughts.
"To me, your head isn’t even worthy of being a chamber pot!"
Chu Shaocheng shot back coldly, not holding back in the slightest.
"Courting death!"
Long Aosen’s face turned deathly cold, his killing intent flaring in an instant.
But just as his aura gathered, a piercing Geng Metal Dao Rhyme aura suddenly filled the entire tea house.
This Geng Metal Dao Rhyme aura enveloped Long Aosen directly. A look of pain immediately appeared on his face, and his entire body began to convulse uncontrollably.
"AAAAH—"
He let out a wretched scream, immediately spraying blood as it began to ooze from all seven of his orifices.
"I told you the power of the Ancestral Tree’s killing intent is unmatched, that this is no place for you to run wild, yet you wouldn’t listen. An imbecile like you thinks you’re worthy of fighting me?"
Chu Shaocheng sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
"Damn it!"
Long Aosen forcefully suppressed his killing intent, and the pain wracking his body finally began to subside a little.
Even so, he had still taken a heavy blow from the Geng Metal Dao Rhyme’s aura and suffered greatly for it.
"There are always some self-righteous creatures who show no respect for the divine might of the Ancestral Tree Enlightenment Tea House! Qingyang Town may have been a small town in the past, but it has produced countless peerlessly talented Divine Sons and Divine Ladies, and even Young Venerables. The Ancestral Tree Enlightenment Tea House here was born from the Qi Fortune of heaven and earth! To run wild here is tantamount to defying the Celestial Dao!
A mere worm dares to challenge the Celestial Dao?"
"Exactly! He totally deserved it!"
"A Dragon Race clansman who got thrashed by the Celestial Secret Divine Son. Some people truly never change."
"No sense of shame at all. Hope he got what he wanted."
"Utterly ridiculous! A clown like this dares to challenge the Celestial Secret Divine Son!"
"If the Celestial Secret Divine Son were to return, a single glance would be enough to kill him a hundred times over!"
"That’s right... a clown is just a clown. He’s small fry; he can’t make any big waves!"
...
The murmurs of discussion rose and fell, overwhelmingly one-sided. No one paid Long Aosen any mind.
Long Aosen was so angry he almost spat blood, nearly unable to hold back his rampaging killing intent.
Luckily, he had learned his lesson. He’d experienced the terror of the Ancestral Tree Geng Metal Dao Rhyme’s killing intent firsthand. Even though he desperately wanted to unleash a deadly strike—to slaughter and refine every last Cultivator here—he had no choice but to forcibly suppress his murderous intent.
The stronger his killing intent, the worse the consequences would be for him here.
Ye Tianling, on the other hand, found this whole scene rather peculiar.
In the past, it seemed like this kind of talk was always aimed at him. But now, everywhere he went, he heard nothing but praise for the Celestial Secret Divine Son... It made Ye Tianling feel the strange irony of being a living legend in anonymity.
’I’m no longer in the game, but the game is still full of my legends.’
’This must be what it’s like to be the Celestial Dao’s Chosen One,’ Ye Tianling sighed to himself.
"Master, who are they talking about? Who is the Celestial Secret Divine Son? I keep hearing people say how amazing he is. Is he really that amazing?"
In the tea house, an old man and a thirteen-year-old girl were sitting at the same table.
Having witnessed the entire conflict, the young girl finally couldn’t resist asking.
The young girl tilted her head. Her large eyes were exceptionally bright and full of an intense, Spiritual quality.
The Soul Race aura emanating from her, along with faint wisps of a Charm aura, made her seem exceptionally delicate and lovely. However, she also possessed a special Concealment aura, which kept her from standing out. As a result, when she was quiet, practically no one even noticed her.
At that moment, Ye Tianling’s gaze also fell upon the young girl.
Her sky-blue gauze dress gave her a tranquil, demure, and elegant appearance, yet it also had the strange effect of making people naturally overlook her.
As Ye Tianling looked over, his pupils shrank slightly. His Soul Talent returned no information whatsoever.
This was true for both the thirteen-year-old girl and the ancient-looking elder at her side.
"Xu’Er, the ’Celestial Secret Divine Son’ they’re talking about is that ’Kunpeng Divine Son’ Ye Tianling, the one we heard about after we awoke—the one who ’survived Celestial Dao Erasure.’ He was at the Heaven-Reaching Tower before and made all the Soul Masters and Daoist Ancestors bow their heads..."
The ancient elder gently stroked the young girl, Xu’Er’s, head, his voice exceedingly gentle and kind.
He spoke softly, yet his words still caused many people to look over involuntarily. Long Aosen, in particular, had a strange and incredulous expression in his eyes.
’Survived Celestial Dao Erasure?’
’Made a host of Daoist Ancestors bow their heads at the Heaven-Reaching Tower?’
’Has the Celestial Secret Divine Son caused another massive stir? Why haven’t we heard about it?’
’Or is this old man just saying these things to get attention?’
Everyone stared at the ancient elder, dumbfounded. The elder, however, paid them no mind, his kind gaze resting solely on his disciple, Xu’Er.
"So it was him! The one who single-handedly swept through the Hell Demon Gate, crushed eight Divine Sons and Divine Ladies, and seized the Hell Red Lotus Fire—that was him, too, right?"
The young girl, Xu’Er, was utterly astonished. She covered her mouth with a delicate hand, her expression a mix of awe and excitement.
"Yes, it was indeed him," the elder added.
"Then, where is he now? Didn’t they say he left the Heaven-Reaching Tower? Could it be he’s returned to the Celestial Secret Divine Land?"
The young girl spoke again.
Her tone had become a little rushed. Clearly, she was completely captivated by her Master’s words.
It wasn’t just her. Many others in the tea house were also captivated by their conversation.
"After he left the Heaven-Reaching Tower, he went to Kunpeng Celestial Mountain. The various Soul Masters and Daoist Ancestors gave him trouble, but in the end, they all bowed their heads. The Soul Masters of the Heavenly Butterfly Soul Clan and others even hoped to marry their Goddesses off to him, but it seems he didn’t agree. Ultimately, he was taken away by a mysterious existence. As for whether or not it was the Celestial Secret God Master, there’s been no news yet.
If so, then he has clearly returned to the Celestial Secret Divine Hall."
