Chapter 1268 - 17: Shouzhe Is a Big Shot Now

"Because the Peak Master of your Golden Sun Peak, Langya Zhenren, is glaring at me as if he wants to swallow me alive, probably afraid I’ll whisk you away." Wang Shouzhe smiled and greeted Langya Zhenren from a distance.

Langya Zhenren’s face darkened but still managed to return the salute to Shouzhe.

Although he is the Master of the Pulse of the Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage of the Saint Land and the Peak Master of Golden Sun Peak, when it comes to influence and status throughout the entire Daqian, he may not truly surpass Wang Shouzhe.

Therefore, Langya Zhenren certainly cannot act superior in front of Wang Shouzhe, even though he genuinely dislikes Wang Shouzhe, he still has to put on an act.

Xu Chuchu was so frightened that her face turned pale, her neck shrunk, and she took two steps back, not daring to say more.

After all, Langya Zhenren is her master’s master...

After this little episode, Wang Shouzhe felt much more relaxed.

Compared to the Struggle of the Imperial Sons, which is fraught with danger and long-lasting, the Struggle for the Saint Son at this Lingyun Sacred Land seems a bit haphazard, but regardless of the trial method, as long as there are reasonable rules, the chance of an Unparalleled Celestial Pride ultimately winning is definitely the highest.

Moreover, he does not believe his daughter Wang Liyao, in terms of comprehensive quality, would lose to anyone.

After all, she is the daughter he personally trained, no one is more aware of Liyao’s skills than he is.

For example, speaking solely of Longzuo Academy, under Liyao’s management, it has been thriving and climbing from the fifth to the third position among the seven academies over the years.

Given more time, rising to the first position is not impossible.

In the worst-case scenario, even if Yaoo’Er cannot obtain the position of Saintess and receive the Lingxu Treasure Manual inheritance, there’s still no fear.

Firstly, there’s still the Immortal Palace she can explore. With her Unparalleled Celestial Pride talent, there is quite a hope she can acquire a lineage inheritance.

Secondly, there’s also the possibility of leveraging the High-Level military officer academies of the Divine Martial Dynasty.

The worst plan would be to take Wang Anye to the depths of the Southern or Northern Wilderness to try their luck and see if they can stumble upon some relics of the Lingxu Inheritance.

Anyway, there are more solutions than difficulties.

Thinking of An Ye brought a sense of comfort to Wang Shouzhe.

An Ye is now ninety years old, at an age where he can act as a mainstay of the family.

This time, for the task of searching Blood Venerable’s hideout relics, he plans to send An Ye along with Zongchang. Zongchang is the family’s all-around talent in reconnaissance, while An Ye has always had good luck; the two combined might yield some wonderful results.

But let’s set the gossip aside for now.

In this short while, the various Peak Masters, Hall Masters, and Valley Masters of the Nine Sacred Veins have all seated themselves at the host positions.

They, along with Wang Shouzhe, are seated in the same row, serving as the principal guests of this Struggle for the Saint Son.

Furthermore, behind each of them stands an impressive young person, each filled with vigor and displaying a distinct charisma, clearly the most outstanding descendants under each lineage.

Since the Saint Son does not concern itself with lineage, any Great Celestial Pride from Lingyun Sacred Land can participate, with no limit on the number of participants. Moreover, due to the unique trial mechanism, it does not allow one strong lineage to hold an absolute advantage like the Imperial Family’s Struggle of the Imperial Sons but evaluates purely based on individual quality, ensuring complete fairness and impartiality.

As for the Imperial Family, they usually do not directly express opinions in this process.

But if there is a Great Celestial Pride from the Saint Land that can gain substantial support from the Imperial Family, they would receive more abundant cultivation resources, more training opportunities, and could further enhance their talent with treasures from the Imperial Family’s Treasure Vault, thereby establishing a dominant position in the Struggle for the Saint Son.

Back in the day, Jiang Zhencang did just that.

However, this time the Struggle for the Saint Son is quite special. There are actually three Quasi-Saintesses participating, all of whom are from the Wang Family, instantly making the situation unpredictable.

Therefore, even before this Struggle for the Saint Son has begun, tension was already brewing in the shadows as all lineages secretly exerted efforts to nurture their Great Celestial Pride.

For instance, Master Yunyang has long been secretly grooming Wang Lici, and Celestial River Zhenren evidently has been doing the same by early nurturing Liyao as his descendant.

If they could undertake such actions, how could the other lineages not have some stealthy maneuvers? In their capacity, showcasing their abilities is still possible.

"Yunyang, I heard your Lici is a Great Celestial Pride Grade B?" Celestial Fire Zhenren, red in hair and beard and with a voice like a bell, engaged in conversation with Master Yunyang, "That truly makes us at the Nanming Li Fire Lineage envious to death."

"Haha~ Your Zhen Shicong isn’t bad either." Pleasant in mood, Master Yunyang’s face showed a tinge of flush, "That young lad has recently gotten quite close with Lici and the others; he’s a clever child, might just make a comeback this time."

"Oh, not really, that lad is just there to join the fun." Celestial Fire Zhenren waved his hand and smiled, turning curious, "I heard your Lici is cultivating the Glazed Bright King True Technique’s prequel? Why not accept the Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage’s True Skill inheritance?"

"Heh~ The Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage is dominated by Langya, and that fellow likes targeting me the most. If Lici gets exposed to him early, he’d certainly use every despicable method to snatch her away." Master Yunyang sneered repeatedly, "I must guard against this."

Not far away, Langya Zhenren’s face was already dark enough to drip water.

Damn Yunyang, when did I ever target you?