Chapter 44: I Have No Interest in the Primordial Holy Land (1)

Lu Zhan stood in front of Lu Yun, the spiritual energy within his body surging secretly.

Though he knew it was like an ant trying to stop a carriage, a father’s instinct made him subconsciously want to protect his son.

Lu Yun himself, however, remained calm.

He looked up slightly, his gaze sweeping over the figures above shrouded in the radiance of Laws; deep in his eyes was a serenity born from ten thousand years of experience.

To him, this pressure was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

The brief silence was broken by a gentle yet supremely majestic voice.

A refined middle-aged man dressed in moon-white robes, with eyes like stars, took a step forward.

A natural Dao charm flowed around him, as if he were one with Heaven and Earth.

He was none other than the Holy Master of Primordial Holy Land, Xuan Jingru.

"I am the Holy Master of the Primordial Holy Land," Xuan Jingru said peacefully.

"A Divine Grade Spiritual Root is a rare occurrence in ten thousand years; it is a blessing for our Human Race."

"I wonder if you, young friend, would be willing to enter my Primordial Holy Land?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of the Lu Family members below shook violently.

The Holy Master of the Primordial Holy Land had personally spoken and promised to take him as a Disciple; what an extraordinary honor this was.

It was an Opportunity that countless Geniuses and Prodigies could only dream of but never obtain.

However, the expressions of the other powerhouses hovering in the sky instantly turned a bit sour.

It was that old fellow Xuan Jingru again.

Every time a top-tier Genius appeared, he was always the first to jump out, relying on the Primordial Holy Land’s great power to repeatedly strike first.

Everyone was infuriated, secretly cursing him as an old fox.

But intimidated by the prestige of the Primordial Holy Land and Xuan Jingru’s unfathomable strength, no one dared to easily interrupt or refute him.

They could only suppress their dissatisfaction and stare intently at Lu Yun, waiting to see how he would respond.

Under the watch of countless gazes, a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Lu Yun’s mouth.

Meeting Xuan Jingru’s seemingly gentle but implicitly condescending gaze, his voice spread clearly and calmly in all directions:

"Thank you for your kind intentions, Holy Master. However, I have no interest in the Primordial Holy Land."

Hiss—

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of people drawing in cold breaths immediately rang out from the surroundings.

The members of the Lu Family could hardly believe their ears. Lu Yun had actually refused?

He had refused the personal invitation of the Holy Master of the Primordial Holy Land?

In the sky, a very faint trace of surprise finally flickered across Xuan Jingru’s normally placid face.

But it returned to normal in an instant, his expression not changing in the slightest, as if the person Lu Yun had rejected wasn’t him at all.

Only deep within his profound eyes did an imperceptible ripple flash and vanish.

Seeing Xuan Jingru rebuffed, the other powerhouses’ spirits were instantly lifted.

The chance had come!

"Haha, good! You have character, young friend!"

A hearty laugh rang out.

A burly middle-aged man wearing a black dragon-patterned robe, with an aura as fierce as a volcano, stepped out from the crowd.

His voice was like a resonant bell:

"Young friend, I am the Holy Master of Fengyun Holy Land, Xuan Yun!"

"My Fengyun Holy Land has been established for ten thousand years and has a deep foundation; we are by no means inferior to certain self-important Holy Lands."

"If you enter my Fengyun Holy Land, I vow here and now that I will exhaust the Holy Land’s resources to nurture you and regard you as a candidate for the next Holy Master successor."

"I speak no lies!"

Holy Master Xuan Yun’s words were forceful and carried an unquestionable sincerity.

Moreover, his words clearly carried a hint of confrontation toward the Primordial Holy Land.

Lu Yun’s heart stirred slightly.

What he needed was a powerful sanctuary and a springboard to grow quickly and return to his Peak.

With Ye Linger and Chen Chuan at the Primordial Holy Land, the thought of being in the same sect as them filled him with disgust.

The Fengyun Holy Land could faintly contend with the Primordial Holy Land; its strength was beyond doubt.

More importantly, the straightforwardness and sincerity Holy Master Xuan Yun showed now, along with his less-than-harmonious relationship with the Primordial Holy Land, suited Lu Yun perfectly.

The path of Cultivation is covered in thorns, and it is common for geniuses to fall early.

Though he was confident, he was not blindly arrogant.

Before he truly grew powerful, a strong faction willing to protect him was vital.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Yun had made his decision.

He no longer hesitated; bowing toward Holy Master Xuan Yun, he said loudly:

"Since Holy Master Xuan Yun thinks so highly of me, I, Lu Yun, am willing to join the Fengyun Holy Land!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Xuan Yun was first taken aback upon hearing this.

Then, a look of undisguised ecstasy blossomed on his face as he said "good" three times, his voice shaking the sky.

He waved his hand: "From this day forward, you are the Saint of my Fengyun Holy Land! Once we return to the Holy Land, we shall hold the investiture ceremony!"

Seeing that the matter was settled, although the other powerhouses were unwilling and full of regret, they knew that nothing more could be done; staying longer would only be asking for embarrassment.

Some shook their heads and sighed, while others took a deep look at Lu Yun as if to remember him before tearing through the void one after another, their figures slowly fading away in the air.

Xuan Jingru, who had spoken first, also gave Lu Yun a faint glance.

His gaze was calm and rippleless, showing no joy or anger; in the next moment, he turned into a streak of clear light and departed silently.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure looming over the Lu Family dissipated completely, as if it had never existed.

Only then did the Lu Family members seem to unload a heavy burden, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, unparalleled ecstasy and excitement surged into the hearts of the Lu Family.

Lu Yun had joined the Fengyun Holy Land, which was as famous as the Primordial Holy Land.

And he was directly appointed as the Saint.

Every member of the Lu Family understood that from this moment on, the Lu Family’s fate would be completely transformed.

When one man achieves the Dao, even his pets rise to heaven.

With the status of the Fengyun Holy Land’s Saint, the Lu Family’s position in Tianfeng City would soar.

Lu Zhan looked at his son, whose temperament was now entirely different; his eyes were filled with relief and pride.

He believed that once the hidden dragon emerged from the abyss, it would eventually roar across the Nine Heavens.

The appointment at the Primordial Holy Land in one month would surely be a battle for vindication.

...

At the Primordial Holy Land, clouds and mist swirled around towering immortal mountains.

Dense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi turned into a tangible mist, flowing between pavilions, terraces, waterfalls, and springs.

This was a sacred Cultivation land that countless Cultivators dreamed of.

However, for the newly arrived Ji Siyu, what she had seen and heard over the past few days failed to truly dispel the stubborn clouds of sorrow gathered between her brows.

She remained thin; her once well-fitting dresses now appeared loose, and her waist seemed narrow enough to be held in one hand.

On her pale face, only those eyes—which had been dim for so long—barely retained a bit of spirit due to a stubborn intent to search.

Ji Qingyu accompanied her, her heart aching even more as she watched her sister force herself to stay spirited.