Chapter 43: then title translation, then ===GLOSSARY=== then list

Heaven's clouds rolled and unfurled, the immense ten-story building, the sparse crowd, witnessed this historic moment of the royal ancestor's emergence.

Even though the wind outside was light and the clouds calm, with no sign of the royal ancestor, he was there, in a place no one could detect, a place where a single move could seize a life. From above, this is the contempt of a powerhouse; from below, it is the fear of countless ants.

"The royal ancestor has appeared; Emperor Wen Zhou has truly taken this final step! The old for the young, giving everything, I wonder if this young one will later repay the kindness?" The grand elder frowned, muttering, "It seems the Thousand-layer Gate's millennia-old convention will be broken… too bad it's broken by my hand."

The royal ancestor, an absolute mythic existence, his cultivation unfathomable, having attained the Dao for ages unknown, he is the symbol of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. One man can match a hundred thousand troops; he is the Great Zhou Dynasty's last trump card.

Sometime unknown, rumors have spread that the royal ancestor is dead, so in recent years the powerful of the Tian'an Continent have all eyed the imperial capital of Bei Du, their ambitions blazing, restless. Who would have thought that decades later the royal ancestor would appear in the southern borders! This is undoubtedly a dual signal: first, that the royal clan can accomplish anything they set out to do; second, that the royal ancestor still lives—who would dare disrespect…

Moreover, the royal ancestor personally designated two people to enter the Thousand-layer Gate—who would dare stop them?

Even though such conduct is despised by martial artists, they possess absolute strength. In a world where the strong reign supreme, the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—is the rule!

"Where is my number one?" Zhou Kai held the number eight tile.

A red veil covered her face, a red dot on her brow—the young Palace Master lifted the wooden token and coldly said to Zhou Kai, "First come, first served; take it by strength."

"Hmph, you aren't afraid of death!" Zhou Kai coldly shouted, knowing he was no match for the young Palace Master, yet he never expected that she would not even fear his ancestor!

"Royal ancestor, how many more years will you let the younger generation live? Before everyone's eyes you bully a maiden—aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world? If you want to remain unknown today, only if this building collapses and everyone dies." The young Palace Master shouted toward the heavens, her voice surprisingly loud, carrying throughout the interior and exterior; her superb inner strength made everyone look at her anew.

The young Palace Master dared, in front of everyone, to publicly shout at such a figure as the royal ancestor! Moreover, she added, "Give me half your years and months, and I will surpass you!" Her arrogant yet confident tone shocked the entire crowd!! Everyone feared the royal ancestor, but she, on the contrary, felt no fear.

Zhou Kai was dumbfounded; he never expected that, as a grand prince, Prince Kai, he would be mocked to his face by a woman regarding his ancestor! He stood there embarrassed, unable to advance or retreat—he dared not step forward to snatch the young Palace Master's token, nor retreat to the side.

Above the sky, silence lingered for a long time; the 'thousand-mile sound transmission' produced no sound.

Chen Yi He also didn't expect that this young Palace Master would be even more unrestrained than he! To be frank, he deep down despised Zhou Kai's kind of 'official second-generation' and 'rich second-generation'; he also knew that at this moment many people shared his view.

It's simply that he currently lacks the strength to provoke; otherwise, the person pointing at Zhou Kai's nose and cursing would surely be him!

Just when everyone thought the royal ancestor would not speak, his voice came: "Little girl, good spirit. Number one shall be yours—I take my leave." The voice lingered and faded away……

Zhou Kai wore a sullen face, unable to say more, and could only slowly withdraw to the side.

When Xiao Xiao Yu was taking the token, she only then saw Chen Yi He; as she leisurely cut the red cord, she laughed and mocked Chen Yi He, saying, "You brat, still not dead? What are you doing here?"

Chen Yi He's anger was about to burst from his eyes…… He and Dongfang Xing advanced together, yet they were no longer smooth.

Because of the royal ancestor's interference, only two wooden tokens remain—number nine and number ten. Many wolves, little meat.

A sword light shot out from the crowd, a pale purple sword, coming from north of Bei Du, God Sword Mountain Villa!

Chen Yi He reached out deliberately to block, yet was still pushed back three steps or more; he covered his chest and told Dongfang Xing, "You go take the token first—I'll catch up soon."

Someone tried to block Dongfang Xing, but she directly threw him downstairs. Small stature, immense strength, for a moment astonishing everyone. Dongfang Xing moved as if through an empty realm; anyone who tried to stop her was tossed aside, and in an instant the scene fell into chaotic disarray.

The one blocking Chen Yi He's path was precisely the young master of God Sword Mountain Villa, Huang Gao Yu, who stood there in purple robes, dignified bearing, bearing a long sword, eyes like torches, bright and piercing! He slowly drew the long sword from his back, a faint purple light flashing across the whole arena.

God Sword Mountain Villa must produce divine swords.

Who knows who said, 'Purple Tempered!'

The Purple Tempered Sword is the third divine sword of God Sword Mountain Villa, forged twenty-five years ago by Villa Master Huang Zong especially for his unborn child; the sword is 1.2 meters long, its body thin as a cicada's wing, entirely pale purple, the blade unblemished, able to cut hair with a blow, to slice iron like mud—on the Tian'an Continent it is absolutely capable of ranking among the top ten divine weapons.

The Purple Tempered Sword was born together with Huang Gao Yu; they coexist.

What a swordsman needs most is a good sword. A good sword is like a close confidant or intimate lover; when person and sword become one, they can unleash their greatest strength!

Chen Yi He felt jealous—looking at the scrap copper and rotten iron in his hand, he had already lost half the battle before even striking!

As Dongfang Xing took the number nine token, only the final number ten token remained. Everyone's gaze focused on Chen Yi He and Huang Gao Yu; at this point, others not acting is undoubtedly giving up this once-in-ten-years opportunity.

However, they gave up because they had just witnessed Dongfang Xing's invincible strength!

Just then, another person stepped forward to cause trouble.

"Southern Heaven Gate, Southern Mountain." Walking toward them was a sturdy big man, his height and build even more exaggerated than Iron Armor's, like a marvel from the Land of Giants. He could only enter the hall sideways, head lowered, with difficulty.

He sheepishly waved his big hand, smiling apologetically, and said, "I'm late; the number ten token is mine." His smile was simple and honest, yet he bluntly demanded that ten token.

He is tall, his footsteps thud like earth—no wonder he bears the name Mountain; he truly stands like a great mountain before everyone.

For a moment, three people vied for one token!

Chen Yi He had already been gathering inner strength in secret; this battle will certainly not be simple.

Someone voiced Chen Yi He's doubt: "Why must everyone fight for the number ten token, instead of snatching it from the person who holds it?"

Yet the reply was: "Those nine people are already strong enough; taking a token from them is like snatching food from a tiger's mouth—such a melee, even if one faces two, is still a gain."

Moreover, seizing the final token is also a matter of propriety; however, previously there were one hundred wooden tokens, making it hard to see any intensity, whereas this year it has become intense.

Chen Yi He gripped his long sword in his right hand, held it at his side, raised the index and middle fingers of his left hand, hooked them toward Huang Gao Yu and Southern Mountain, curled his lips, and said, "Come at me together."

"Who is this person? So arrogant!"

"Who knows? Unaffiliated, unafraid of death, just craving the spotlight to the point of madness."

"Amen……"

The seventh elder's gaze lingered on Chen Yi He for an extra second, then shifted.

When Southern Mountain began to run, the entire hall felt as if undergoing an earthquake; were it not for the seven elders protecting it with true qi, the Returning Goose Pavilion would surely have been trampled to dust!

Huang Gao Yu drew back the Purple Tempered Sword and immediately thrust it at Chen Yi He, roaring ferociously, "No matter what you are! Kill one first, one less!"