Chapter 371

Countless gazes fell on Ye Qingran the moment she spoke those words, fixed on her, unblinking, for fear of missing anything.

Actually, they had been curious about Ye Qingran's strength for a long time.

Starting from when she, alone, defeated the Seventh Prince and Mu Qingrou in front of Wuji Hall, some began to doubt that Ye Qingran was not a waste but a hidden genius.

However, at that time, the image of her lacking a spiritual root had already taken root in people's minds, and with some maliciously spreading rumors, everyone assumed Ye Qingran could not cultivate at all, at most knowing some fist and foot techniques.

Afterward, in her battle with Meng Yao, she displayed extraordinary martial power, her swordsmanship first showing its edge, which again made people start to doubt.

Not long ago, the Wind and Cloud disciple Ling Qingwu of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect came to Xiliang City; Ye Qingran, with her superb insight into swordsmanship, easily defeated this talent who could rank among the top ten in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, thereby becoming famous far and wide.

Today, she once again easily defeated Lin Xueyan, who had returned from the Summit of Contention and possessed Primordial Warrior cultivation, all while maintaining a low-key demeanor.

If once or twice is coincidence, what about three or five times?

No one dares to say that Ye Qingran like this is a waste without cultivation!

Even though she indeed, in front of everyone, crushed her own holy spiritual root.

Including Xia Zhimeng, Ling Shaoyang, and Gu Dongliu, etc., they were also full of curiosity about Ye Qingran's true cultivation.

They had always been certain that Ye Qingran hid her strength, but they did not know just how strong she actually was.

Thus, when that powerful aura spread out, who knows how many hearts were shocked!

"This is... the aura of a Xuan Zun!"

Leng Feng sprang to his feet, gazing at the aura surrounding Ye Qingran, his eyes filled with surprise.

What?

Xuan Zun?!

Grand General Leng personally admitted that Ye Qingran possesses Xuan Zun cultivation!

This is like a hammer that sets the tone!

"It's really a Xuan Zun!" Some capable individuals spoke up after Leng Feng, voicing their agreement.

For a moment, the news that Ye Qingran had Xuan Zun cultivation spread to everyone's ears!

A Xuan Zun around twenty years old?

Are you sure you're not joking?

You know, Lin Xueyan and Ye Qingran are about the same age; her reaching Primordial Warrior at this age already makes her an unparalleled genius, and in the vast Central Region, few can achieve such a feat.

Ye Qingran, however, is even more insane than Lin Xueyan!

At this age, she is already a Xuan Zun!

You know, aside from the supremely strong sect master, the strongest in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, one of the seven great sects, are the Four Great Sword Immortals.

"My goodness! Did I really not see wrong?"

"Ye Qingran... is a Xuan Zun?!"

"I feel like I'm dreaming!"

The surprise in everyone's hearts was about to overflow everywhere!

You know, for all these years, Ye Qingran has been equated with trash in their minds; now they are told that this so-called trash is fundamentally not trash, but a top-tier monster who cultivated to Xuan Zun before the age of twenty!

With such a huge gap, how could they not be shocked?

Upon seeing the mysterious force flowing around Ye Qingran's body, Lin Xueyan forgot her own pain, her eyes narrowing to a point.

Ye Qingran, is she a Xuan Zun?!

She didn't know how to describe her feelings!

Just now, she displayed Primordial Warrior strength, attracting everyone's pursuit and praise, saying she deserved to be a prodigy returning from the Summit of Contention; at that time she greatly enjoyed it, feeling she was the most dazzling existence in the world.

But, right now...

When she saw Ye Qingran's strength, the praise everyone had just given her instead made her feel suffocated!

"No, this is impossible!"

Lin Xueyan could not convince herself no matter what.

Ye Qingran is clearly just a piece of trash!

Five years ago, she and Ye Huanhuan pulled out her spiritual root on the Broken Soul Abyss; without a spiritual root, how could she possibly cultivate to Xuan Zun?

It definitely isn't real!

Similar to the crowd's reaction, Xia Zhimeng and the two others, upon feeling Ye Qingran's Xuan Zun aura, widened their eyes, their gazes shimmering, eventually turning into deep admiration.

"My sister Ran, after all, is still my sister Ran!"

Xia Zhimeng is already convinced; she guessed that Sister Ran was impressive, but didn't expect her to be this impressive.

Han Xing Leng Yue, hearing Xia Zhimeng's words, couldn't help but smile mysteriously.

Is a Xuan Zun very powerful?

If they told her that the young lady's strength is actually not Xuan Zun, and she deliberately suppressed her cultivation to avoid causing panic in this small Xiliang City, would she be scared to death?

"Ye the boss, still Ye the boss!" Gu Dongliu followed suit.

"My master is still, my master!"

Xia Zhimeng and Gu Dongliu simultaneously looked toward Ling Shaoyang.

I always feel this guy is showing off!

"Grandfather, back then you strongly urged me to become her disciple; did you already know?"

Ling Shaoyang, realizing belatedly, looked at the old master Ling beside him and asked softly.

Old Master Ling raised his eyebrows, laughing smugly, "Otherwise? If I don't push you a bit, with your brat's arrogance, you'll probably miss her for life!"

Ling Shaoyang let out a long sigh.

Suddenly he felt grateful for his grandfather's efforts, and also thanked his past self for having discerning eyes.

"Mommy is so awesome!"

"Mother is the most powerful, most beautiful person in this world!"

The two youngsters rested both hands on their chins, immersed in the shock caused by their own mother, unable to extricate themselves.

Ye Qingran stood in the center of the palace.

She was already stunningly beautiful, with an ethereal temperament; at this moment she released a powerful Xuan Zun aura, instantly like the finishing touch of a painted dragon, making her whole being even more ethereal, as if standing on clouds, radiating sharp brilliance.

By contrast, Lin Xueyan was still sprawled on the ground, a bloodstain on their face from Ye Qingran's strike, spitting blood, looking utterly disheveled!

"Ye Qingran, don't you lack a Spiritual Root? How can one without a Spiritual Root cultivate to the Xuan Zun level?"

A questioning voice came from the crowd.

It was Mu Qingrou.

As the onlookers watched, she stood up and slowly walked toward Ye Qingran.

"Ye Qingran, you keep saying that Ye Huanhuan stole your Spiritual Root, but what about you? You turn around and snatch other people's Spiritual Roots! How is that any different from a robber? Oh, of course there's a difference: a robber openly steals, whereas you are basically a prostitute who still wants to build a memorial arch!"

Mu Qingrou's eyes held a dark ferocity.

The crowd heard Mu Qingrou's words and quickly understood what she meant.

A cultivator without a Spiritual Root can at most reach the Xuan Shi stage. Ye Qingran lacks a Spiritual Root, yet has cultivated to Xuan Zun.

What does that imply?

It precisely shows that Ye Qingran actually does have a Spiritual Root!

Earlier, in front of everyone, she extracted Ye Huanhuan's Holy Spiritual Root from his body, crushed it on the spot, and declared that she found someone else's used Holy Spiritual Root filthy!

"Ye Qingran, you didn't discard the Holy Spiritual Root simply because Ye Huanhuan dirtied it, did you? Rather, you had already taken a better—or at least comparable—Spiritual Root from someone else, right?" Mu Qingrou's eyes flashed with a cold light, each word a pearl of wisdom.

As soon as Mu Qingrou said that, the crowd's gaze toward Ye Qingran changed.