Chapter 1269 - 17: Shouzhe Has Become a Big Shot Too

"You and Langya are still at odds?" Celestial Fire Zhenren said in surprise. "Didn’t you two already bury the hatchet not long ago, even joining forces to pressure Saint Master Jiang to start the Struggle for the Saint Son ahead of time?"

"What do you mean ’at odds’? Between me and that bastard Langya, it’s a grudge piled higher than mountains, a hatred that cannot coexist under the same sky." Master Yunyang flicked his sleeve. "Earlier it was all for Lici’s future that I swallowed my pride and compromised with that Old Dog Langya. It was nothing but an expedient measure."

Langya Zhenren nearly toppled headfirst to the ground.

Back when they went to pressure Master together, it was all ’senior brother this, senior brother that’. Now that the matter’s done, it went from ’that guy Langya’, to ’that bastard Langya’, and then to ’Old Dog Langya’. This damn change is way too fast.

Gongyang Strategy standing behind Langya Zhenren was also stunned.

Just what kind of grudge and resentment do Master and Junior Martial Aunt Yunyang have? How did things get so bad between them?

"Forget it, forget it. Yunyang this brat has been like this since he was young. If you really haggle with him over every little thing, you’ll probably shave a few hundred years off your lifespan." Langya Zhenren lowered his gaze, looking at his nose, then at his heart, once again self-hypnotizing as always, ignoring Yunyang’s existence completely.

People from all sides were taking their seats one after another.

"Oh, if it isn’t Patriarch Shouzhe? Today your Wang Family is really cleaning up—among the slots to enter the Struggle for the Saint Son, you’ve monopolized four of them." A rough-looking man with a superbly built physique greeted him with a broad smile.

This man was naturally Mingcheng Zhenren from the Glazed Mingwang Hall lineage.

Behind him followed a woman with her hands clasped behind her back, dressed in goose-yellow Black Tortoise Martial Attire, bearing an extraordinary air.

This woman carried a dominance and authority rarely seen in ordinary women—who else could it be but Wang Luqiu?

"I’ve seen Elder Ming Cheng." Wang Shouzhe rose to salute, his gaze slightly stunned as he looked at Luqiu. "Could it be that Luqiu is also taking part in the Struggle for the Saint Son?"

He was filled with doubt. Had Luqiu, without him noticing, already become Unparalleled?

"My Luqiu is nothing more than a Great Celestial Pride Grade B bloodline. Her entering the Struggle for the Saint Son is just to join in the fun." Mingcheng Zhenren spoke humbly, yet his words carried an unfathomable undertone.

But the Wang Luqiu behind him, carrying that full-on "Empress" aura, had a trace of embarrassment flicker between her heroic brows. She had long told her Master and Grandmaster that even with Great Celestial Pride Grade A, her chances weren’t high.

But they just refused to accept that, ruthlessly pooling resources to get an Eighth-Grade Immortal Pill that improves bloodline talent from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion—the [Rebirth Immortal Pill], raising her from B-class bloodline to Grade A!

The Rebirth Immortal Pill’s effect on bloodline elevation was extremely overbearing. Even though she had already stepped into the Purple Mansion Realm and her bloodline tier had reached Saint Body Level, she still suffered quite a bit under Grandmaster’s protection before finally advancing from Great Celestial Pride Grade B to Grade A.

Wang Luqiu wasn’t afraid of hardship; she was only afraid that Grandmaster would treat her Grade A bloodline as some hidden trump card and then put on some mysterious act in front of Fourth Brother, making her face burn with embarrassment.

Besides, she couldn’t exactly tell Grandmaster that her niece and grandniece were already Unparalleled, right?

"Luqiu." Wang Shouzhe instead spoke encouragement. "No matter the outcome, just show your style. Fourth Brother believes that sooner or later you’ll set foot on the Emperor Road."

"Got it, ol—Fourth Brother..." Wang Luqiu’s spirits instantly lifted.

After Mingcheng Zhenren and Wang Shouzhe finished "showing off" their grand-disciples, they took their leave and went off to cozy up to the other True Men.

"This time really is lively." Jiang Zhencang sat in the center of the main seat, his gaze sweeping left and right. "I truly didn’t expect that the number of participants in this Struggle for the Saint Son would far exceed my own batch. I fear we’re in for quite the dragon-tiger clash."

"Saint Master Jiang." Celestial Wave True Immortal at his side did a quick tally and also felt deeply moved. "This time it’s probably only the Profound Pill Pavilion and Purple Sky Celestial Thunder Peak that won’t be participating. After all, Master of the Profound Pill Pavilion focuses on auxiliary Cultivation Pills and has no chance of winning at all..."

Celestial Wave True Immortal was a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament. He was Celestial River Zhenren’s martial nephew and only about a thousand years old, currently the Master of the Pulse for the Celestial Water Lineage.

However, just as Celestial Wave True Immortal’s words fell, Master of the Profound Pill Pavilion, Master Yuan Dan, arrived gracefully with his young grand-disciple in tow. "Who said we’re not participating?"

As an Alchemist, Master Yuan Dan spent year round dealing with the Pill Furnace. His personality was somewhat cool, but his bearing carried a transcendent grace because of it—he was a handsome middle-aged man in no way inferior to Langya Zhenren.

The male disciple behind him had rather rounded features, looking quite prosperous. That loose standard long robe of the Profound Pill Lineage, in white and red interwoven, looked like a tight outfit on him, making people wonder whether it might burst open if he moved wrong.

This male disciple was none other than the Profound Pill Pavilion’s lineage successor, Bao Bucheng.

Bao Bucheng came from a Fifth-Grade Noble Family of Gui Long City. From childhood he’d shown outstanding talent in Alchemy, so once he came of age he’d been sent into the Saint Land for further training. Now, he was already one of the main pillars of the Saint Land Profound Pill Lineage—some Elders much older than him were inferior to him in Alchemy strength.

"Bucheng greets all True Men, and greets Saint Master Jiang." Bao Bucheng cheerily cupped his hands to everyone, his plump figure jiggling with the motion, making him look all the more comical.

"Bucheng, you’re participating too?" Jiang Zhencang gave him a sidelong look. "Though the Struggle for the Saint Son isn’t purely about Martial Power, you can’t go in with no Martial Power at all, can you?"