Chapter 1441 - 315: Something Different

Chapter 1441: Chapter 315: Something Different

"If he wants to fight, then let him fight!"

The Python Emperor clasped his hands behind his back and smiled, as he gazed ahead, his eyes seemingly revealing infinite Dao Rhythms.

The elder appeared puzzled: "Does the Python Emperor think Ziyun Holy Son can win?"

"Hard to say."

The Python Emperor slightly shook his head: "Whether he wins depends on his strength. Sometimes, potential is not equivalent to strength. If he can directly suppress the Holy Sons of each peak, then naturally no one can question the decision of the Holy Hall.

If he is defeated, then there would be no need for the Holy Hall to invest too much in him."

Indeed.

A Peerless Proud Heaven is extremely rare.

But the problem is, a Proud Heaven that hasn’t matured is no different from a waste.

If the Ziyun Holy Son has merely gained some opportunities and becomes overly arrogant, it only indicates that his temperament is lacking.

In this case.

No matter how great his potential is, if his temperament is lacking, he won’t go far in the future.

Such a Proud Heaven would be a waste of time to cultivate.

Therefore.

The Python Emperor has no intention of intervening.

In his view, there are only two paths before the Ziyun Holy Son: either he overwhelms all the Holy Sons to become the first Holy Son and receives the Holy Land’s focus for cultivation,

or he suffers a miserable defeat at the hands of the Holy Sons of each peak, and everything returns to its original state.

"I hope you won’t disappoint this Emperor!"

Sharp brilliance flickered in the Python Emperor’s eyes.

It’s rare to encounter a Peerless Proud Heaven, and he hopes the other is not truly worthless.

...

"Did the message get out?"

In the Divine Peak courtyard, Shen Changqing asked indifferently.

Ziyun Yunlong lowered his head to reply: "Reporting to the Saint Heir, the message has already reached the ears of the various peaks. Not only that, but the message has been completely leaked out, and it’s now known to all cultivators in the Holy Land."

As he spoke, his expression showed some hesitation, as if he wanted to say something but dared not.

"Speak your mind." Shen Changqing glanced at him, his expression calm as a breeze.

Ziyun Yunlong said: "There’s something I don’t understand. Now the Saint Heir openly challenges the Holy Sons of each peak, if something goes wrong, wouldn’t it be cutting off his own retreat..."

This sentence.

He had held it in for a long time, just never daring to say it.

"A mistake?"

Shen Changqing chuckled indifferently, having completely dismissed the Holy Sons of each peak.

"There is only one result of this battle, and that is for this Saint Heir to suppress the other Thirteen Peak Holy Sons. Besides that, there is no second result, so the notion of a mistake is non-existent."

Lack of strength leads to myriad concerns.

But with his strength, not to mention the Thirteen Peak Holy Sons, even if all the Divine Kings of the grand Ziyun Clan were to unite, he would have the confidence to crush them with one hand.

In such circumstances, there are no qualms to speak of.

It’s a joke.

If dealing with mere Divine Realm cultivators requires contemplating retreat, then one shouldn’t boast about revitalizing the Human Clan; they might as well go home and wash up for bed.

Upon hearing Shen Changqing’s confident words, Ziyun Yunlong’s heart trembled.

He sensed.

This Saint Heir seemed different after his journey; not only had he grown more confident, but there was also an imperceptible aura in his demeanor and actions.

"Alright, you don’t need to concern yourself with this matter anymore; just focus on your own duties." Shen Changqing waved his hand, signaling Ziyun Yunlong to withdraw.

Now, the cultivators under the Ziyun Holy Son probably think he is in full-seclusion preparing for the upcoming battle.

However.

Shen Changqing didn’t bother to view those so-called Holy Sons seriously.

Watching Ziyun Yunlong’s retreating figure, his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

"After becoming the first Holy Son, my status in the Purple Cloud Holy Land should rise significantly. By then, I will have greater authority to do other things!"

Becoming the first Holy Son essentially garners the Clan’s full-scale cultivation support.

Shen Changqing knows well that a force like the Ziyun Clan has various subordinate races beneath them.

These subordinate races mostly lack sufficient strength but possess a certain amount of heritage, which is why they qualify for the Ziyun Clan’s acceptance.

He already has plans.

Once he becomes the first Holy Son and identifies the specifics of those races, he can pass this information to the Imperial Court, and then coordinate with the Imperial Court’s forces to eliminate these races one by one.

At that time.

The resource shortage problem of the Imperial Court can be solved.

Of course.

This kind of matter cannot be done personally, or there would be a risk of exposure.

But with his covert protection, it would be impossible for the Ziyun Clan to detect it immediately.

"With Mo Zijin’s strength, combined with other cultivators from the Imperial Court, taking down a weak clan should not be an issue," Shen Changqing thought to himself.

Suddenly.

A faint divine sense fluctuation came through.

His expression paused slightly, and the next moment, he stood up and headed to the Main Peak Hall.

...

Inside the hall.

Ziyun Luo was already sitting there waiting.

"Master!"

Shen Changqing came in from outside and immediately bowed in salute.

Ziyun Luo said indifferently, "I heard that in three days, you plan to challenge the Saint Heirs of the various peaks. Is that true?"

"Indeed." Shen Changqing nodded calmly.

When the other party requested to see him, he had already guessed this matter.

As his words fell, a powerful aura erupted at once.

Ziyun Luo was furious, "Foolishness! Even if you’ve obtained the Divine Liquid and have truly become a Proud Heaven, you haven’t yet fully developed your potential to the extreme. To rashly challenge the Saint Heirs now is too risky.

If you win, so be it, but if you lose, what face will our Divine Peak have?"

"Furthermore."

"The Holy Hall has already tilted resources in your favor. You should take advantage of this to widen the gap with the other Saint Heirs in the next few years. Then you can show your strength during the Saint Meet and suppress the Saint Heirs of all peaks to claim the top spot."

He was truly furious.

Originally, he thought after obtaining the Divine Liquid, the other party would devote himself to cultivation, waiting for his strength to greatly improve before revealing his sharpness.

However, to his surprise, in just a few days since returning, the other party publicly challenged the Saint Heirs of all peaks, completely beyond his expectations.

However.

What truly angered Ziyun Luo was not Shen Changqing challenging the Saint Heirs, but that he was the last to know about such a thing.

If it weren’t for the news spreading throughout the Purple Cloud Holy Land, he would’ve been kept in the dark.

Faced with reproach.

Shen Changqing’s expression was calm, and he smiled slightly, "Master can rest assured. In the Ancient Ruins, I obtained not only the Divine Liquid but also some elixirs to refine my physique.

Nowadays, my strength is incomparable to before. The Saint Heirs of all peaks, in my eyes, are akin to mere chickens and dogs, easily suppressed."

"Do you truly have such confidence?" Ziyun Luo’s expression was startled.

"Naturally."

Shen Changqing smiled with his hands behind his back, directly facing the person in front, "Besides, now that the Holy Hall is tilting resources towards me, I’m afraid all the peaks are feeling uneasy. Instead of letting them sabotage secretly, it’s better to let them understand the gap between us.

This action is also to prevent the Divine Peak from being gossiped about by other peaks, and to let cultivators in the Holy Land understand that our Divine Peak is indeed the First Peak among the peaks."

"If you have such confidence, then that’s for the best!"

Ziyun Luo looked deeply at him, his expression eased a bit.

"Three days will pass quickly. If you need anything, just let me know. As long as the Divine Peak can provide it, there’ll be no refusal.

After all, you’ve already made it public: if you want to regret now, it’s too late."

"Master, rest assured. I have it all in hand."

"That’s best, and also, the Holy Hall will certainly watch this matter. If you lose, the resources tilted towards you may not continue.

So, this battle concerns your future, don’t be careless."

Ziyun Luo advised, and after speaking, he waved his hand.

"Alright, go back and adjust your state."

"Disciple withdraws!"

Shen Changqing bowed and left.

In the empty hall, only Ziyun Luo remained sitting there, the atmosphere instantly grew oppressive.

After an unknown period, a low voice slowly sounded.

"It seems this disciple of mine is somewhat different. The journey to the Ancient Ruins has given him great confidence. In that case, let me see what level your strength has reached!"

He had a strange glint in his eyes.

Since returning from the Ancient Ruins, what the disciple has done is somewhat different from before.

If it were before, the other party would never dare to act so calmly in front of him.

That feeling.

Made Ziyun Luo quite uncomfortable.

However.

He did not suspect Ziyun Sheng’s true identity, because if the other party were really possessed by a powerful entity, it couldn’t escape his sight.

Moreover, even if it could escape his sight, it definitely couldn’t escape the Python Emperor’s sight.

So.

Ziyun Sheng himself has no problem.

The reason for such change, in Ziyun Luo’s view, is likely due to the opportunity the other party gained in the Ancient Ruins, causing a surge in strength and a consequent increase in confidence.

If explained in this way, it completely makes sense.

"Peerless Proud Heaven!"

Thinking of what the Python Emperor had said to him before, Ziyun Luo’s expression moved slightly.

So-called Peerless Proud Heaven is more powerful than ordinary Proud Heavens.

Even he has never truly witnessed what a Peerless Proud Heaven is.

But judging by the attitude of the Holy Hall, and the attention of the Python Emperor, the Peerless Proud Heaven is definitely extraordinary. The battle on the Holy Battle Platform three days later was also a chance for him to witness the real power of a Peerless Proud Heaven.

"I hope you won’t disappoint me!"

Ziyun Luo’s lips curled into an uncanny smile.

In the next instant.

He disappeared from the hall.

On the other side.

After leaving the hall, Shen Changqing did not return to his courtyard but instead went to the place in the Purple Cloud Holy Land where cultivation techniques and divine skills were stored, intending to ponder deeply.

Soon.

Three days quietly passed by.