"Hurry, hurry! If we're late, Junior Sister Lin Xue might be in trouble."
"That's right. Junior Sister Lin Xue is only an outer disciple, with no one backing her. Now that she's fallen into the hands of petty villains like Xue Yao, nothing good can come of it."
"But, but can we really enter the Holy Son Hall and meet the Holy Son? The Holy Son Hall is in the holy land's core area. We're only outer disciples."
Zhang Xuan and several other outer disciples spoke anxiously as they hurried deeper into the holy land.
As outer disciples of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, they would have been geniuses admired and envied by countless people in the outside world-monsters among monsters.
Within the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, however, their standing was the lowest, only a little higher than that of servant disciples.
The Ancient Desolate Holy Land maintained a strict hierarchy. Generally speaking, outer disciples could not even enter the inner disciple area, let alone the Holy Son Hall deep within the holy land.
Sure enough, Zhang Xuan and her companions had barely stepped into the inner disciple area with trepidation when a purple-robed young man blocked their path.
The young man regarded Zhang Xuan and her companions with icy eyes, his face full of arrogance.
"As outer disciples, do you know that trespassing in the inner disciple area violates the sect rules? Do you want to die-"
Before he could finish, however, his expression suddenly changed, and his voice cut off abruptly.
At his words, Zhang Xuan and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their legs went weak.
Sect rules?
Under the sect rules, outer disciples who trespassed in the inner disciple area would be demoted to servants at best, or expelled from the sect at worst.
"I, we-" Zhang Xuan was so anxious that even her voice trembled.
But just as she was about to explain that they were seeking an audience with the Holy Son to ask him to save Lin Xue, the young man spoke again.
"You may enter. Remember not to wander around or cause trouble."
With that, the young man turned and left.
Zhang Xuan and the others were utterly bewildered.
What was going on?
He had been so arrogant and cold just a moment ago, even threatening them with the sect rules. Why had his attitude suddenly changed?
But with matters so urgent, they did not dwell on it and continued rushing toward the Holy Son Hall.
They passed through the inner disciple area and entered the true disciple area without anyone stopping them again.
Even those who saw them acted as though they had seen nothing.
As they headed deeper inside, Zhang Xuan and the others felt the increasingly dense Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, their eyes filled with longing.
They wished they could sit cross-legged right there and cultivate, forgetting everything else.
Unfortunately, their talent and aptitude were insufficient. They were still far from qualified to cultivate here.
Before long, Zhang Xuan and the others caught sight of the magnificent Holy Son Hall on the mountain peak ahead.
"Is... is that the Holy Son Hall? It's so luxurious!"
"As expected of the Holy Son. He only just joined the sect, yet he already receives such treatment and gets to cultivate here. I'm so envious!"
"I really wish I could cultivate here. In a place like this, I'd definitely improve quickly."
"Ah, we'd better stop dreaming. He has the Chaos Sacred Body, something that appears only once in countless millennia. His talent is unparalleled. How could we possibly compare?"
"Exactly. Let's hurry and find Senior Brother Holy Son so he can save Junior Sister Lin Xue. For monstrous geniuses like the Holy Son, just getting a glimpse of his bearing is enough for us."
Forcing down their shock, Zhang Xuan and the others made their way swiftly toward the Holy Son Hall.
Their hearts pounded all along the way, filled with nervousness, excitement, and a trace of apprehension.
They were about to meet that legendary Holy Son.
If the Holy Son truly knew Lin Xue and valued loyalty and affection, there would be no problem.
But if he did not know Lin Xue, or was the heartless, disloyal sort, then they would-
Only now did Zhang Xuan and the others realize they had acted rashly.
But things had already come this far. There was no turning back; they could only steel themselves and press on.
The Holy Son Hall.
After his beautiful master Han Bingning left, Ye Xuan began earnestly practicing the four martial techniques, including Thunder God Palm and Emperor Formula.
Thuds rang out incessantly in the spacious training room.
Gust after gust from his punches shook the air, each carrying incomparable power.
As he practiced Thunder God Palm, faint thunder rumbled through the air. Pale lightning coiled around his palm, unleashing and drawing in the power of lightning with astonishing might.
From time to time, Ye Xuan also let out a roar like a dragon's cry, shaking the entire training room until it hummed.
At one point, Ye Xuan thrust out a finger.
With a whoosh, what seemed like a streak of Sword Qi shot through the air, tearing straight through it and punching a deep hole into the bronze dummy ahead.
He combined all four martial techniques, executing them with practiced movements and complete mastery.
On a mountain peak.
Five ancestors sat in quiet repose, looking like immortal sages as they chatted.
The Third Ancestor said, "Heh, do you think this boy will intervene in that outer disciple's affair?"
The Eighth Ancestor frowned slightly at this. "It's hard to say. He has only been in our holy land a short time, after all. His character remains to be examined."
The Eleventh Ancestor let out a long sigh. "This boy possesses the Chaos Sacred Body. He is a chosen son of heaven, blessed with great fortune. Given time, he will surely soar into the heavens in a single flight."
"But if he has talent alone and is of poor character and cold-hearted by nature, we will have to consider whether to devote all our efforts to nurturing him."
The Seventh Ancestor nodded. "Indeed. If he is cold-hearted, disloyal, selfish, and self-serving, what good will he be to our holy land even if he grows powerful?"
"If disaster befalls our holy land one day, can we count on him? He might well run faster than anyone."
As the ancestors conversed, they suddenly all sprang to their feet, their faces filled with shock.
"What? He's cultivated Emperor Formula to perfection?"
"Not just Emperor Formula. He's cultivated Thunder God Palm, Deadly Sword Strike, and Azure Dragon Roar to perfection too?"
"He's cultivated all four martial techniques to perfection in such a short time, and he can even combine them so proficiently. This... even with the Chaos Sacred Body, his comprehension shouldn't necessarily be this heaven-defying, should it?"
The five ancestors looked as though they had seen a ghost. Their composure and immortal bearing had vanished, leaving only startled expressions.
Their hearts pounded uncontrollably as well. Even with their mental fortitude, they had once again lost their composure completely.
What terrifying talent! What monstrous talent!
If someone like him valued loyalty and affection, it would surely be a blessing for them.
But if his character proved poor, he would be a grave threat.
The Holy Son Hall.
Ye Xuan had no idea that five old geezers were secretly spying on him.
After finishing his training, he had just bathed and changed into clean clothes when he sensed people arriving outside the Holy Son Hall.
Suspicion stirred in Ye Xuan's mind. Was someone here to see me?
Ever since he had moved into the Holy Son Hall, no one had visited apart from his beautiful master and the twelve ancestors.
While Ye Xuan was still wondering, respectful voices rang out from outside the palace.
"Outer disciple Zhang Xuan-"
"Outer disciple Wang He-"
"Outer disciple Zhao Shan-"
"Request an audience with the Holy Son!"