Were All the Upper Realm's Heavenly Geniuses This Formidable?

Then, Nan Xunran, without changing his expression, waved slightly to Lin Ge and said, "Go, choose one."

Lin Ge smiled and replied, "Yes, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and landed steadily on the ground.

The people outside first heard a crisp sound of bamboo sticks, and then Nan Xunran, and the suffocating pressure slowly dissipated.

Only then were they able to raise their heads, their gazes falling on Lin Ge, and they secretly wondered, "A blind man?"

Lin Ge remained calm, seemingly oblivious to their strange looks, and said slowly, "Please restate your statement."

Without daring to delay for even a moment, the group hurriedly began to reintroduce themselves, speaking fluently and at length.

After the introductions were finished, while Lin Ge was deep in thought, the others couldn't help but secretly peek at him, wondering what he was thinking.

The truly important person has not yet appeared; this blind young master is merely there to select accommodations for the important person.

It's strange, but I always felt like I recognized him.

Suddenly, the group exchanged glances, their eyes widening in shock: He was the blind eldest son of the Lin Clan?!

I heard that he once set a huge fire that nearly burned down half of the Lin Clan, and then went to the Upper Realm through an ancient teleportation array.

They all initially thought this was just a pretext fabricated by the Lin Clan, and that Lin Ge had already passed away.

After all, everyone knew how the Lin Clan treated their eldest son.

Unexpectedly, this was true, and he even ended up by the side of a powerful figure in the Nan Clan?!

It seems the Lin Clan is in big trouble!

Lin Ge said in a calm tone, "Please wait a moment."

The group nodded in agreement and quickly replied, "Okay."

Lin Ge's figure flashed like a gust of wind, instantly disappearing into the Thundercloud Chariot.

At this moment, Nan Xunran was resting with his eyes closed, like a deity untouched by the mortal world.

Lin Ge approached Nan Xunran, lowered his voice, and whispered, "My lord."

Nan Xunran slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clear and profound.

A thoughtful look flashed in Lin Ge's eyes as he slowly asked, "What about the Zhu Clan?"

He then added, "The Zhu Clan is in the Qingxun Domain..."

Before Lin Ge could finish speaking, Nan Xunran gently raised her hand, as if it were a work of art, and with a slight wave, interrupted him, saying calmly, "Okay."

Lin Ge was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure and respectfully replied, "Okay."

Zhu Clan

"I wonder how things are going with the patriarch," one of them said, his brow furrowed with worry.

"Yeah, I don't know if it worked or not," another person said, clenching their fists anxiously.

Surrounded by the crowd, one man stood solemnly and said in a deep voice, "Ye'er, this matter concerns the future rise and fall of my Zhu Clan. You must bring the master here."

The girl beside him blinked her bright eyes and asked softly, "Ancestor, is the Nan Clan really that powerful?"

The Zhu Clan patriarch suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide with anger, and shouted, "Shut up! How dare we presume to discuss the Nan Clan?!"

The girl trembled at the sudden roar, instinctively shrinking her neck and quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

It seems the Nan Clan is truly formidable; she had never seen the patriarch so enraged before.

The Zhu Clan patriarch's expression softened slightly, and he said earnestly, "Meng'er, in front of adults, you must not act as willfully as usual."

Zhu Meng stuck out her tongue, nodded obediently, and replied, "Yes, Ancestor."

A loud shout suddenly rang out, "Ancestor! The Patriarch has returned!"

Everyone instantly turned their gaze toward the source of the sound.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Zhu Clan patriarch, and he hurriedly asked, "Has the lord arrived?"

The messenger's hands trembled with excitement, his voice quivering slightly. "They've arrived! The patriarch is right behind you, sir!"

The Zhu Clan patriarch's expression hardened, and he waved his hand forcefully, shouting, "Quickly! Go out and greet the lord!"

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried out of the Zhu Clan.

Outside the Zhu Clan, everyone in the Qingxun Domain watched Nan Xunran and his companion from afar.

Nan Xunran was dressed in white, her expression indifferent, exuding a distant and unapproachable aura.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, as if an invisible giant net was covering this area.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to speak or rush forward, but simply watching from a distance.

Zhu Ye followed closely behind Nan Xunran, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

He clearly felt the oppressive aura, and even though it wasn't directed at him, it still made him feel as if he were in an ice cellar, with cold sweat pouring down his body.

This oppressive force was several times stronger than before. Zhu Ye thought to himself that if this oppressive force had been directed at him back then, he would have surely died.

Are all the geniuses of the Upper Realm this powerful?

The moment the Zhu Clan family members sensed it, their steps became so heavy that they seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

Zhu Meng was the same; her movements became extremely slow. Although the pressure did not directly fall on her, it still had a great effect on her.