Chapter 1191: Chapter 1190: Sword Devil Cave
After the banquet ended, Ling Chen led the group from the Witch Gate back to the inn.
Although there were some discordant episodes in between, for the younger generation of the Witch Gate like Chen Qingzhi and Qin Yiren, this banquet broadened their horizons. At the very least, they made connections with so many young talents from various families, giving them insight into the strength and depth of the younger generation of Nine Provinces’ families.
Understanding the kind of opponents they’ll face allows them to go further in the Nine Streams Tournament.
Inside a luxurious guest room.
Ling Chen sat cross-legged on the wooden bed. On his body, scarlet threads flickered, resembling fireflies in motion.
At his Dantian location, a pool of fiery red energy coiled, akin to a cluster of flames, emitting exceedingly hot waves.
This energy was the Fire Poison that Ling Chen absorbed from Shen Bingxin’s body back on Lingyue Island.
Although Ling Chen had suppressed this Fire Poison at the time, he hadn’t completely refined it.
The residual Fire Poison still settled inside Ling Chen’s body, possessing considerable energy.
For an ordinary person, this Fire Poison lurking in the body might rekindle.
But with the Flame Emperor Order and Divine Dragon Jade at hand, Ling Chen wasn’t afraid of this poison.
Now, the Fire Poison had been mainly contained within Ling Chen’s Dantian, causing no disturbances; only the refinement process remained.
Suddenly, a crimson light emerged, and the Flame Emperor Order floated in front of Ling Chen, releasing an exceptionally pure Flame Essence Power, forming a crimson circle around the pool of red energy.
With this Flame Essence Power, refining the energy of the Fire Poison became much easier for Ling Chen.
Time trickled away.
Seven days had passed since the royal family banquet ended.
Unconsciously, it was already the end of the month.
Ling Chen, who had been isolating himself in the room for seven days, now opened his eyes, with a gleam of sharp intent flashing through them.
Finally, the Nine Streams Tournament was about to begin.
Pushing open the door, a group of Witch Gate disciples had already gathered outside, waiting.
"Let’s go!"
Ling Chen nodded towards Chen Qingzhi in acknowledgment.
"Move!"
Suppressing the excitement within, Chen Qingzhi commanded; they were heading to the Nine Streams Tournament!
Vast endless seas, Penglai Island Territory.
In a deep, mysterious cave.
This place, known as the Sword Devil Cave, is a famous perilous site in the Penglai Island Territory.
In the Sword Devil Cave, the legendary Sword Devil once resided—a peerless warrior who set up a fearsome formation within the cave for self-tempering, yet ultimately perished there, transforming into numerous vengeful spirits remaining in the cave.
Today, this Sword Devil Cave has become the origin of the East Sea Sword Saint lineage.
"Ah... Ah!"
Inside the cave, gut-wrenching screams constantly echoed, chilling to hear.
"Alas, the Sword Devil Cave is incredibly dangerous; I wonder if Wuxian can endure it..."
Standing outside the cave was an old man in a blue robe with a long sword on his back, his face full of worry. His most prized disciple, Wei Wuxian, was currently in the Sword Devil Cave undergoing the Sword Devil’s trial. He had only dared to enter after reaching the Saint’s realm, barely surviving then.
Now, Wei Wuxian, with only Sky Apex Realm Ninth Level cultivation, ventured into the Sword Devil Cave—it’s incredibly risky.
Just as anxiety gripped him, a gust suddenly came from the cave, and a figure dashed out, appearing at the cave’s mouth.
The figure’s robe was torn, body bloodied, with no unscathed area, even sporting few shocking wounds nearly fatal. Yet those eyes released penetrating sharpness.
"Wuxian, did you succeed?"
Seeing the figure of Wei Wuxian, the East Sea Sword Saint was astonished, then his face quickly lit up with joy.
"Barely survived."
Wei Wuxian nodded.
"Fantastic!"
With excitement, the East Sea Sword Saint exclaimed, passing the Sword Devil Cave trial meant a qualitative leap for Wei Wuxian’s strength, and performing it before becoming a Saint promised boundless future potential.
However, Wei Wuxian’s gaze turned towards the western horizon, murmuring, "Ling Chen, we have agreed to meet at the Nine Streams Tournament, hope you don’t let me down."
...
At this moment, deep in the Central Region within a secret realm.
Situated ten thousand miles from the Divine Capital, a desolate mountain wilderness enshrouded in mist, deep within lay a dreamlike secret realm space.
The scenery inside the secret realm starkly contrasted with the outside, possessing abundant spiritual qi accumulation, with towering spirit-filled peaks and majestic white jade halls atop them, resembling ancient fairyland.
From the secret realm’s entrance, several figures emerged.
"Xuan’er, for this Nine Streams Tournament, do you feel confident in securing one of the four King of Kings positions?"
The speaker was an elderly man in black robe, his body like a massive vortex, absorbing surrounding Heavenly Earth Energy, exuding strands of terrifying aura.
Mythical Elder.
Those who know this name are aware of the Elder’s fearsome nature, one of the most formidable figures within the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao, also a rare high-rank Saint in Nine Provinces Land.
"Rest assured, Master, your disciple will not fail the mission."
Facing the Mythical Elder stood a young woman with porcelain skin and jade bones, wearing a simple dress, pristine as snow, with beauty beyond ordinary, unsullied by any mundane essence.
"With your assurance, I’m relieved."
Nodding approvingly, the Mythical Elder fondly regarded his sole disciple.
Since he brought her back from the Desolate Land, her cultivation advanced rapidly, surprising even him. Such a rare talent is seldom seen in the world.
Quickly, she established a renowned identity as "Xuantian Saintess" in the Nine Province Sect Realm, drawing attention with unparalleled aptitude and beauty.
Her original name slipped into oblivion.
Even she seemed to forget it, perhaps only he remembered.
"Go!"
Speaking little, the Mythical Elder waved to the young woman. Instantly, a vibrant colored peacock flew forth from the secret realm’s depths, landing before them.
The young woman, alongside two young companions, climbed onto the peacock’s back, taking flight swiftly, vanishing in the skies.
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