Chapter 7: The Saintess of the Xuan Gate, Xiyao

Not long after, the two returned once more into the dense crowd.

The arrival of the two became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Hahaha... how did this little bald guy turn into a pig's head after just a moment of not seeing him?"

At this moment, Mengchen, with his face full of bruises, became the laughingstock of the entire younger generation.

Mengchen, who was already brimming with suppressed anger, could not endure it upon hearing these words.

"Laugh, I'll let you laugh!"

His fists were immediately clenched tight, and as precious light flowed, mysterious Runes flashed; he charged out, striking directly at the few young creatures who were laughing the loudest.

In just an instant, the few creatures were sent flying backward, their front teeth shattered.

"Junior, how dare you!" Seeing the genius of their clan injured by his single move, a group of powerful creatures stepped forward to aggressively question him.

"If you lack strength, yet still dare to mock others, you should pay a price. If you are not convinced and want to start a sect-wide war, then come at me. My Western Sect is not a soft persimmon to be trampled upon."

Mengchen was steady, feeling no fear in his heart, believing that the majesty of the Western Sect could absolutely make these creatures retreat.

After all, he had only struck to teach them a lesson and had not caused death or injury, nor had he brought things to an irredeemable point.

"Hmph! Kid, you've got guts!"

Sure enough, those creatures feared the Western Sect and could only let the matter drop.

"What a complex-minded kid; one really cannot underestimate him."

The scene of him being set up earlier, and now using the majesty of the Western Sect to act fiercely—these various incidents were enough to show that although Mengchen was small, his mind was not, which made Zhangliu look at him with new eyes.

"It seems that in the future, one must keep one's spirits fully alert when dealing with him."

"Boom—"

No sooner had this place returned to calm than it was broken by a loud noise shortly after.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking toward the source of the sound.

There stood two straight, towering peaks that reached deep into the clouds.

Following the rumbling sound, a super-massive jade portal gradually came into everyone's view.

The jade door slowly opened, scattering infinite golden light from within, as if illuminating the Heaven and Earth.

Above the lintel of that jade door, the two large characters "Xuan Gate" stood out, possessing an extraordinary aura.

"Is this the Xuan Gate? What a magnificent spirit!"

Numerous creatures exclaimed in endless wonder.

"Fellow Daoists! Please bring your disciples into my Xuan Gate." A voice of an incomparably deep man came, like a divine sound, stirring people's hearts.

Within that golden, brilliant jade door, one could hear the voice but not see the person.

For a time, numerous powerful creatures brought their clan's disciples and vied to pour in...

"Let's go!"

Zhangliu and Mengchen leaped toward the depths of the jade door.

Crossing the jade door, they arrived at a giant plaza.

"I invite the Western Sect, the Ageless Mountain, the Samsara Sect,... and other fellow Daoists to take the upper seats."

As the numerous creatures on the plaza were watching, that voice sounded once again.

Mengchen looked over and saw that the person was a middle-aged man with a thin figure and sharp brows, who was currently seated at the head of the plaza.

The summoned sects began to step forward one by one, sitting in the seats on both sides of the middle-aged man; Zhangliu and Mengchen were among them.

Without a doubt, these sects summoned to the upper seats were all top-tier major powers in the Xuanyu.

Mengchen sat among the seats, looking at the creatures below the plaza with envious expressions, feeling deeply that no matter where one went, strength always determined status.

In this way, the powers on this plaza were reduced to mere foils.

The middle-aged man at the head exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhangliu and the others in the seats.

During the pleasantries, Mengchen learned that this middle-aged man was the Xuan Gate Sect Leader, Feng Shenzi, whose cultivation had reached the Venerable Realm many years ago. Mengchen could not interject in their conversation, nor did he care to, and while looking around, he locked his gaze onto a few youths.

Their strength was perhaps not weak, and they would be the most formidable competitors this time.

These few youths, like him, were all among the upper seats.

From the introductions and conversations between Zhangliu and the others just now, he learned their respective names.

That handsome youth with a youthful, delicate appearance and a ponytail was named Qin Hao, a disciple of the Ageless Mountain.

There was also the youth with a flame mark on his forehead, wearing brown clothes, with a mysterious wheel carried on his back like a god descending; his name was Wudao, a disciple of the God Flame Sect.

There were also several other youths; they were high-spirited and proud, showing off their arrogance.

They looked at other young people, completely disregarding them.

While observing from the seats, Mengchen discovered that the disciples of all other sects had arrived, yet only the Xuan Gate disciples were missing.

Beside the Xuan Gate Sect Leader Feng Shenzi, there was only one empty seat, yet no one had taken it.

No sooner had Mengchen made this discovery than a streak of crystalline white light descended from the sky, and under the gaze of the entire audience, it landed directly before Feng Shenzi.

The white light dissipated, revealing a figure; it was a beautiful young girl.

Mengchen and the other youths looked on, their expressions varied.

Her white clothes drifted like holy white snow, and exquisite white jade hair accessories were wrapped in her hairline, causing her straight, long hair to hang neatly behind her.

Her brows were like distant mountains, her skin like congealed fat, and she was stunningly beautiful; on her bare feet hung two strings of white jade bells.

Her expression was calm, and her eyes were captivating, like a black vortex, making one look and look until they became intoxicated and could not help but want to draw near her.

"Disciple Xiyao greets Master!"

She turned lightly, facing Feng Shenzi to bow in greeting; her wide, snow-white sleeves seemed to dance with youth, and the sound of the bells echoed clearly through the world as she turned.

"Good!" The girl's arrival made Feng Shenzi beam with smiles.

"Fellow Daoists, this is my personally taught disciple, named Xiyao, who is also the Xuanmen Shengnyu. This time, she will represent our Xuanmen to participate in the Xuanmen Genius Tournament."

Hearing this, the crowd on the side spoke up with flattery: "Fellow Daoist Feng has truly taken in a good disciple! Her natural talent is extraordinary."

"Xiyao, what a beautiful name! The name is beautiful, and the person is even more so." Mengchen watched with focused eyes, savoring the thought in his heart.

If he could make her his Dao companion in this life, what more could he ask for! Mengchen became increasingly infatuated, unable to extricate himself; if she were already this charming now, wouldn't just a single glance at her in the future drive people mad?

"I hope that in this Genius Tournament, I will have the fortune to get to know her; that would make this trip worthwhile."

"Come, Xiyao, take your seat!"

Feng Shenzi gestured, and Xiyao sat down at his side.

Subsequently, Feng Shenzi's voice spread in all directions:

"Fellow Daoists, in another quarter of an hour, the Xuantian Mijing will officially open."

Hearing this, a clamor arose, and the many living beings in the plaza were exceptionally excited.

"The Xuanyu Genius Tournament is finally about to begin."

"In this battle, I will definitely obtain the title of the number one young Supreme of our Xuanyu."

"With one heart toward the journey, one day I shall step upon the peak of the Dao."

……

Mengchen watched and listened, and at a certain moment, he raised his voice and shouted:

"The title of the number one young Supreme of Xuanyu belongs to none other than me; you all have no chance."

Wudao of the Divine Flame Sect cast a look of disdain, "Hmph, this is the biggest joke I have heard on this trip. When the time comes, watch how I suppress you."

Mengchen looked over; the feeling this person gave him was very intense, and he would be a powerful opponent.

For a moment, their gazes intertwined, sparking with the flames of battle intent.

(End of this chapter)