Chapter 206: Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle

"Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle?!"

What kind of great battle was this? Hearing the two men's shouts, Mengchen muttered to himself in his heart.

He had just arrived in the Upper Realm and understood nothing at all; it would not be good to ask right now, or he would be lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet.

However, he did not need to ask; the people in the square were very excited, talking incessantly to themselves and discussing it right there.

This let Mengchen understand: that Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle was a grand event, like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, where all the geniuses from the three thousand provinces would gather together to compete fiercely.

However, this battle had a threshold, which was that only cultivators at the Venerable Realm could participate.

"What is the point of this?"

Deep in his heart, Mengchen could not help but ask himself.

For the geniuses of the three thousand provinces to gather together to compete—if it was just to fight for that first place, then perhaps they valued reputation too highly.

When the time came, even if one obtained that empty title of first place, what use would it be? In the end, one still could not dominate the world.

"It is rumored that the Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle will be held in ruins left behind from the Immortal Ancient era; inside are great fortunes left by the Immortal Ancient, a heaven-defying opportunity!"

"If one can be favored by the masters this time, perhaps there will be a chance to explore the Immortal Ancient ruins and obtain a great fortune."

"It is said that someone once participated in the Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle, entered the Immortal Ancient ruins, and obtained an Ancient Scripture, leaping to become a sect leader-level powerhouse, later founding a sect and becoming a hegemon of a region."

"The Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle is held once every thousand years, and there is less than three years until the next one; it is fortunate that we caught it this time."

A group of young living beings below were very excited, talking together.

"Immortal Ancient ruins?" Mengchen's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this.

During the Immortal Ancient era, there were many supreme powerhouses, such as the Ten Fiends, the Reincarnation Immortal King, the Wuzhong Immortal King, the Immortal Monk King, and others... all of whom once bloomed with boundless brilliance in that era.

That was absolutely an incomparably stunning and peerless era, and the things left behind must also be incomparably precious.

"So that's how it is! No wonder it could make these living beings flock to it like ducks." Mengchen thought in shock.

"Someone rose to power because of an Immortal Ancient opportunity?!"

At this moment, Mengchen also had some expectations in his heart; perhaps he could go to those Immortal Ancient ruins to explore.

Only by becoming stronger could he survive in the Upper Realm, transcend when the darkness and chaos arrived, and follow in the footsteps of Gangzi, Liu Shen, and the Small Tower.

"Once every thousand years! And it is to be held in less than three years; it seems this is a stroke of good fortune! It is also fortunate that I caught it."

But right now, the priority was to handle the current situation well; if he could not handle it well, he feared he would not even be able to leave this place, let alone talk about participating in that so-called Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle.

However, these living beings did not doubt his identity at all, so according to the current development of events, it would not cause the situation to deteriorate.

"Alright! Please begin to display your strength! The selection begins!" The demeanor and words of Houda and Houer were surprisingly consistent.

Following their words, the elites of various races who were originally extremely excited and discussing the Immortal Ancient ruins turned into hostile relations in an instant.

"Boom..."

In an instant, they launched a fierce slaughter.

The square was once filled with divine patterns and symbols shooting into the sky, and all kinds of divine abilities began to bloom there.

It left Mengchen, Qingyi, Xiaohuang, Heizi, and Xiyao quite shocked.

For a time, blood flowers bloomed one after another on the square, and severed limbs and broken bodies flew about continuously.

However, what surprised Mengchen and the others was that whether it was the blooming blood flowers or the flying severed limbs, whenever they were about to splash or fly toward them, they would be cleared away by the magic power waved by Houda and Houer.

Clearly, in the hearts of Houda and Houer, the current Mengchen was like a sacred and inviolable great figure; how could they allow any filth to defile him or trouble the master himself to take action?

The square became a scene of blood...

A three-legged Golden Crow, its entire body burning with golden fire, spat out True Sun Fire from its mouth, incinerating one living being after another.

Yet, even such a formidable three-legged Golden Crow had its skull smashed by a golden-furred monkey that held a golden staff and had a human-like physique.

On the other side, a small Pixiu about the size of a house was brave and invincible; its body was covered in divine patterns, and blue-black symbol light flashed across the entire field; any living being it encountered was ruthlessly killed.

In the blink of an eye, the square was covered in blood and corpses; on the huge corpses, blood continuously seeped out, gathering as it flowed to form small rivers, slowly flowing away.

Mengchen and the others were deeply shocked; if a mere war-pet selection was already like this, how terrifying would it be when the Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle arrived?

After two days of slaughter, it finally came to an end; of the square that originally had ten thousand living beings, only two remained standing.

One was the golden-furred monkey with a human-like physique holding a golden staff, and the other was that small Pixiu, which was the size of a house.

Looking at the situation on the field, the living beings off the stage had already left early. At this moment, standing off the stage, except for that adult Pixiu with terrifying strength that seemed to be at the True God level, the rest had already left.

Because their children were already dead, there was no longer any opportunity or meaning in staying here.

Mengchen and the others had witnessed nearly ten thousand living beings die in these two days, and also saw countless heartbroken powerhouses leave in low spirits; deep in their hearts, they were deeply shocked! "Master! These two are the strongest ones decided this time; please see if you can take them under your command." Houda and Houer said to Mengchen, who was sitting on the high platform.

After hearing this, Mengchen stood up; he knew that everything was about to end and it was time to leave this place.

If he waited for the Western Sect disciples who were truly supposed to come here to collect war pets to arrive, he feared he would not be able to leave.

"Very well! Both of them have extraordinary combat power; I will take them both." Mengchen said to Houda and Houer, then cast his gaze toward the golden-furred monkey and the small Pixiu.

The strength these two had previously displayed was indeed extraordinary; he feared that even if they encountered a Divine Fire Realm powerhouse, they could still put up a fight; they were definitely powerhouses among the Venerable Realm.

"Thank you, Master!"

The golden-furred monkey and the small Pixiu knelt down, then said in unison: "From today on, we are your war pets, and we will fight for you."

"Good, good, good... rise!" Mengchen said, still maintaining his majesty.

Afterward, Mengchen looked at Houda and Houer, then looked at the Pixiu outside the square, and said: "Alright! This matter is finished; you should follow me now."

He knew that this golden-furred monkey must have a deep connection with Houda and Houer, likely their offspring, and the Pixiu outside the square was, without a doubt, the father of this small Pixiu.

"Child! Go and venture forth well with the Master!" The Pixiu in the distance instructed toward the field.

"Good child, from now on you are the Master's war pet; remember that the Master's words must not be disobeyed." Houda and Houer also instructed.

"Yes! This child understands." The golden-furred monkey and the small Pixiu responded respectively.

Finally, Mengchen gave them a chance to say goodbye; after waiting for them to bid farewell, he took the small Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey holding the golden staff and left this place.

Their group passed through this giant city and plunged into the mountain forests once again.

……

Ten days later, a thunderous shout rang out across the plaza of Jinwen City.

"What did you say...?! Someone has already picked out the battle pet!"

A golden-maned lion glowing with golden light roared, and sitting cross-legged on its back was a young monk with a golden halo behind him.

He looked young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a pristine, flawless white monk's robe, like a lotus flower just beginning to bloom. His shaven head was smooth, like a stone egg under the bright moon, full of youth and purity. His slender eyebrows and eyes were vivid and expressive.

At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, his hands were placed palms upward on his lower abdomen, his right hand resting on his left, with the tips of his thumbs touching, forming a dhyana mudra, undisturbed by the secular world.

"The Venerable is right here on my back; open your dog eyes and look clearly," the angry golden lion spoke again.

And those being scolded by it were none other than Houda and Houer, along with that Pixiu.

At this moment, the three of them were trembling with fear, as if standing on the edge of an abyss, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction in the face of the golden-maned lion's scolding.

Of course, this golden-maned lion was merely a Venerable, not enough to make them so fearful; what they truly feared was the young monk carried on the golden-maned lion's back.

"Venerable! I never expected that someone would actually dare to impersonate you and take away the battle pet that belonged to you," the golden-maned lion turned its head and said to the young monk on its back.

"They have never seen me, so it is reasonable that they were deceived. You are so impatient and irritable; what kind of decorum is this!" The young monk, carrying a golden halo on his back like an enlightened god or Buddha, appeared extremely holy.

Hearing this, the golden-maned lion instantly became quiet, hanging its head like a docile kitten, not daring to speak again.

"Venerable, please calm your anger. We will set off now and capture the one who dared to impersonate you," Houda and Houer requested respectfully.

"No need. You stay here and behave yourselves! I would like to go and see for myself, to see if he is a disciple of my Western Sect or someone else."

The young monk's lips moved slightly, and then he ordered the golden-maned lion: "Go!"

"Yes! Venerable!" the golden-maned lion replied, then soared into the air and headed toward the distance.

"What should we do? Someone is actually bold enough to impersonate a young Venerable of the Western Sect," Houda and Houer said at the same time.

"The matter has already reached this point, what else can we do!" the Pixiu said.

After a slight pause, the Pixiu pondered and said: "The Venerable just said that he is also unsure who that person was earlier. It is possible that the person earlier was also another young Venerable from the Western Sect. If you and I rush over rashly, I fear the consequences will be unbearable."

"Brother's words are reasonable!" Houda and Houer said.

Following that, they sighed again: "Indeed! There are countless outstanding disciples within the Western Sect; how could you and I know them all? It is better not to get involved! Besides, we cannot manage it anyway."

Afterward, the Pixiu looked into the distance and said with great heaviness: "I only hope that our children will not be caught in the crossfire in the end!"

Houda and Houer sighed: "This Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle is coming, and not only are weak groups like us fighting, but the younger generation within the great sects are all fighting too! All just to have the qualifications to participate in the upcoming grand event."

【The Three Thousand Provinces Genius Battle is about to begin. The Upper Realm's number one genius of the Western Sect is about to clash with the protagonist Mengchen. What sparks will fly between them? I ask all my fellow readers for your support with votes! If you have monthly tickets, please cast them for me! If you don't have monthly tickets, recommendations will also do!】

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