Chapter 278

"Then thank you." Shen Qing gave a faint nod: "You were waiting for me just now?"

Shen Qing had just left the Hall of Receiving Heaven when Zhang Dao Yi arrived; it was obvious he had been waiting here.

Zhang Dao Yi nodded: "Yes, the royal family built a Hall of Myriad Heroes next door; I live there now."

The Hall of Myriad Heroes, just from the name you can tell it's a palace prepared for outstanding heroes.

Shen Qing glanced at the Hall of Myriad Heroes; a few people stood there, a man with a tiger back and bear waist, his whole body exuding a savage aura—this is the Holy Son of the Holy Body Sect, Xiong Tian, who nodded at Shen Qing.

Another is dressed in a white long robe, bearing an otherworldly demeanor—this is the Heavenly Mechanism Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.

As for the other few, they are also guides among the Dawu prodigies.

When they saw Shen Qing looking over, they all stepped forward and walked toward him.

Each one spoke to Shen Qing.

The tiger‑backed, bear‑waisted Xiong Tian spoke in a simpleton tone: "You're Shen Qing, the World‑Crossing Yama, right? Hello, I'm Xiong Tian of the Holy Body Sect."

The Heavenly Mechanism Master merely gave a faint nod: "I am the Heavenly Mechanism Master."

His words are few, but his voice is very pleasant to hear.

The other few all introduced themselves in turn.

Without exception, they all signaled friendliness to Shen Qing.

This generation of Dawu prodigies is especially eye‑catching; many have predicted—no, should be estimated—that the number of people who will become saints in this generation of Dawu could exceed the total from the previous three or four hundred years combined.

Not to mention Shen Qing and Zhu Lingyue, the Dao Sect's Dao Son, the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion's Heavenly Mechanism Master, the Holy Body Sect's Holy Son, plus the Buddha's Son Wu Nian, not to mention the absent Young Master Shen, the Second and Third Princes, if we also count the deceased from the Heavenly Thunder Sect, plus the Eldest Prince and Shen Yun Ya, the number of saints in this generation could exceed twenty.

Thus the leaders of the next generation of Dawu are precisely these people; their coming to befriend Shen Qing is even a dying command from their own ancestors.

Shen Qing gave a faint nod.

Xiong Tian laughed heartily: "What's the point of chatting here? Why not go inside and drink while we talk?"

Shen Qing was about to refuse.

Suddenly, a noisy clamor came from inside the Hall of Myriad Heroes, mixed with a few clumsy Dawu phrases.

Xiong Tian's eyes narrowed: "Again, it's people from the Holy Luo Empire."

Shen Qing raised his eyebrows—there's some excitement to watch!

Shen Qing asked: "What's going on?"

Xiong Tian chuckled: "Not much, really—just that the Holy Luo Empire's people have been provoking us lately."

"The past two days we weren't here, only the Heavenly Mechanism Master was present; he didn't fight, just defended, which let that bunch of Holy Luo Empire folks become arrogant. I and Zhang Dao Yi were about to go find trouble with them today, but they came looking for us ourselves—so don't blame us."

Zhang Dao Yi's aura surged, the two swords on his back trembling slightly; Dao cultivators prize a mind that penetrates everything—open your eyes and you attack.

He turned his head to glance at Shen Qing: "Young Master Shen, we've also heard that you're not taking part in this Yuan Mountain Contest."

"But it doesn't stop you from watching; how about we ask you to enjoy the spectacle?"

"Watch how we'll deal with them today."

Shen Qing gave a hehe laugh: "Then let's go."

Inside the Hall of Myriad Heroes, the two sides faced off—one side the Dawu prodigies, the other the Holy Luo Empire's prodigies.

A Holy Luo Empire Primordial Elixir cultivator spoke; his name is Yuris, and his Dawu is fairly fluent.

"Hey, Dawu people, how about today's duel? You've lost the past two days."

"What about today? You might as well just admit defeat now—don't end up crying when you lose."

On the Dawu side, the first to step forward was Huiyi, a burly man, a disciple of the Holy Body Sect.

After all, he's a body‑refiner; his mouth is clumsy, and after holding back for a while he managed only one sentence.

"Nonsense—make them wait."

At that moment, a hand patted his shoulder; he turned his head to see a Dao Sect disciple.

The Dao Sect disciple gestured for him to step back, letting himself speak.

The Holy Body Sect disciple immediately nodded; the sect's elders have always taught him to win people over with virtue, and the Dao Sect excels in that, so he's happy to learn.

The Holy Body Sect disciple stepped back three steps, cleared the space, and pricked up his ears, wanting to see how the Dao Sect disciple would win people over with virtue.

All that was seen was the Dao Sect disciple adjusting his blue Dao robe, flicking the duster in his hand, then pointing a finger.

"I fuck—, your horse—...."

"I'll make you fly!"

As soon as those words came out, the Holy Body Sect disciple stared blankly—is this winning people over with virtue?

But once those words were spoken, the other Dawu prodigies were delighted; they're all prodigies, not idiots, so since someone started a fight, they'll join in!

They all began shouting greetings at the other side's elders.

The Dawu prodigies, taking the opposing side's parents as the center and their direct relatives as the radius, using certain organs as their main weapons, combined with special terminology from ethics, gender, livestock, funeral services, etc., launched a fierce assault on the Holy Luo Empire's prodigies.

In an instant, the offense and defense flipped; when it came to cursing, they could out‑curse the Dawu people.

Instantly they were red‑faced from the scolding, with famous phrases they hadn't even imagined.

Yuris stammered: "You... you... bastards!"

"If you've got the skill, show it with your fists—what's the point of a sharp mouth?"

At this moment, Zhang Dao Yi, Xiong Tian also arrived.

Xiong Tian grinned: "Isn't that right? It should be shown with fists—come!"

"We weren't letting you be arrogant these past two days—come, here you can pick anyone, come fight!"

Zhang Dao Yi stepped forward: "Choose me."

The others following beside Shen Qing, the heavenly pride, also spoke up: "Choose me!"

"Choose me!"

Yulis swallowed a mouthful of saliva; he could feel that Zhang Dao Yi's group and the group that had just argued were entirely different tiers of existence—beyond what he could handle.

But now it's already a case of riding a tiger—hard to get off.

Suddenly, he saw something, and a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes: 'Just pick whatever, as you said!'

I choose that first level of the Primordial Elixir Realm! Come out and duel!

Xiong Tian chuckled: 'We don't even have a first level of the Primordial Elixir Realm here....'

But his voice gradually softened, he turned his head, and everyone turned theirs—there really is a first-level Primordial Elixir Realm cultivator, and it's Shen Qing.

Suddenly, an uproar erupted; several heaven's pride grabbed Shen Qing's arm: 'Lord Shen, Lord Shen, this kind of small fry doesn't need you to make a move.'

Young Master Shen, just watching will do.

Yuris stared, stunned: 'Lord Shen? Young Master Shen?'

Shen Qing waved his hand: 'Step aside—I said pick whatever, so it counts.'

Kid, you've got guts—state your name.

Yuris swallowed hard: 'White Water Knight Yuris...'

Shen Qing stepped forward: 'Shen Clan, Shen Qing.'

Yuris's eyes widened as he recalled the instructions of his own Martial Saint.

Oh ho!

It's over!