Becoming the First Seat at the Start, Signing In for an Ultimate Emperor Armament!

"Monsters..."

"Monsters!"

As the three lay dying, they were filled with terror. They had never witnessed such a scene before.

"Qingqing."

Lin Yang helped Mu Qingqing up, sealing the wound on her severed arm to prevent excessive bleeding.

"Lin Yang... you should escape quickly... Qingyang Town is finished."

Mu Qingqing pushed against Lin Yang's chest, hoping he would flee immediately.

Lin Yang looked at her resolutely. "We'll go together! I want you to live!"

Mu Qingqing was deeply moved. Lin Yang was a blockhead who didn't understand romance, and this was the nicest thing he had ever said.

"If we go together, I'll only be a burden to you."

"With your talent, as long as you escape, you're sure to be accepted into a major sect for cultivation. It won't take long before you possess immense power."

"Then, you can avenge me and our family. I'll be content with that!"

Although Mu Qingqing desperately wanted to leave with Lin Yang, she rationally refused.

One person could escape far more easily than two.

Moreover, with her severe injury and severed arm, her strength was less than a tenth of what it was. Going together would only be a hindrance.

"Go!"

Lin Yang, without further ado, slung Mu Qingqing over his shoulder and prepared to leave.

However, at that moment, more bandits noticed them and quickly surrounded them.

Even the bandit leader turned his gaze towards them.

Lin Yang gripped his broken sword, his expression resolute, staring fearlessly at his surroundings.

The power granted by the Thunder Battle Physique was still active, allowing him to exert strength far beyond his current realm.

"Kill him."

The bandit leader, mounted on a six-winged demonic tiger, spoke coldly.

Instantly, over a dozen surrounding bandits revealed ferocious smiles. They glanced at Mu Qingqing, their eyes filled with lewdness.

"Wait."

Beside the mountain of corpses piled high in Qingyang Town, a young man in blood-red robes sat. He noticed the situation and stood up, walking over.

"Young Master."

Everyone, including the bandit leader, bowed respectfully.

The young man in blood-red robes stopped a short distance from Lin Yang and Mu Qingqing, his expression one of surprise. "Thunder Battle Physique, not bad. You are qualified to be my servant. Submit to me, and you may live!"

"You dream!"

Lin Yang replied without hesitation.

This person was the true leader of the bandits, the one who had killed his blood relatives. There was no way he would ever submit.

"You dare refuse me?"

The young man in blood-red robes narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. In his entire life, no one had dared to reject his invitation!

His talent was unparalleled, and he had taken an interest in Lin Yang.

To think he would be so ungrateful!

"You court death! It's an honor for the Young Master to take you as a servant, yet you refuse!"

The surrounding bandits were instantly enraged. They raised their magical artifacts, wishing they could tear Lin Yang apart.

The young man in blood-red robes said, "Do you even know who I am, or my identity, to dare refuse me?"

"Low-Grade Saint Talent!!"

"Found him!"

Hua Yunfei stared at the young man in blood-red robes with surprise.

This person had been sitting there motionlessly, not attracting his attention at all.

He hadn't expected him to be a genius with Low-Grade Saint Talent!

Hua Yunfei instantly checked his information.

[Name: Ou Haochen]

[Age: Twenty-five]

[Realm: Core Formation Realm, Seventh Heaven]

[Identity: Young Master of the Blood Spirit Sect, disciple of the remnant soul of the Blood Spirit Sage!]

[Cultivation Aptitude: Low-Grade Saint Talent]

[Other Talents: Low-Grade Saint Talent in the Way of Blood, Low-Grade Saint Talent in the Way of Fist]

[Physique: None]

[Cultivation Techniques: Blood Spirit Art (Heaven-Grade Mid-Tier), Blood-Drinking Curse (Saint-Grade Mid-Tier), Primal Chaos Fist Art (Dao-Grade Top-Tier)]

[Divine Abilities: None]

[Magical Artifact: Blood-Drinking Sword]

[Destiny: Blue!]

"Young Master of the Blood Spirit Sect?"

"Blood Spirit Sect? I don't recall them. They must be some backwater sect."

Hua Yunfei shook his head, focusing his attention on Ou Haochen's second identity: "Disciple of the remnant soul of the Blood Spirit Sage!"

"A remnant soul grandpa?"

"Holy crap, a cheat!"

To have the remnant soul of a Saint-level old man assisting him with merely blue destiny was like stepping on dog excrement.

Chapter Twenty-Five: If I'm this strong, shouldn't my tone be arrogant?

Not only did he have a Saint's remnant soul as his master, but Ou Haochen himself possessed top-tier aptitude.

Low-Grade Saint Talent was a towering existence throughout the Eastern Region.

With normal growth, his future achievements would be limitless!

He could be compared to the Holy Sons of Sacred Grounds!

Low-Grade Saint Talent—Saint-level aptitude!

Such talent was not rare in the era of the Profound Yellow Great Emperor, thirty thousand years ago.

Even the top geniuses of Ultimate Emperor Armaments' Sacred Grounds were mostly of Saint-level aptitude!

But in the current Dharma-Ending Age, Saint-level aptitude was extremely rare, with less than one in a million people possessing it!

Due to the suppression of heavenly laws, those who would have been Great Saints or even Quasi-Emperors thirty thousand years ago were suppressed to Low-Grade Saint Talent in this era!

Being born in the wrong era could affect one's entire life.

To change this, unless the Dharma-Ending Age passed, their talent might not improve!

The system's set goals were too high. According to Hua Yunfei's own thoughts.

Apart from the inheritor of Daoyuan Peak, other disciples only needed to reach the Dao-Tier.

Requiring such high standards made it too difficult to find suitable candidates.

However…

He had finally encountered one!

Ou Haochen!

Hua Yunfei stared at him, but his brow slowly furrowed.

"This child…"

He discovered that although this person had outstanding talent, his character was terrible; he was a despicable individual.

Lin Yang sneered upon hearing Ou Haochen's words and said, "What is your identity and why should I care?"

Ou Haochen coldly snorted, then suddenly smiled and said: