The Nine Mysteries Palace is actually suspended above the Nine Mysteries City; it is a silent behemoth.
Han Xuanji stood beside Leng Qianshuang, gazing at the palace complex before him and overlooking the city of countless lives below.
I was momentarily stunned.
The entire palace complex consists of a main hall and hundreds of branch halls, running north to south along a central axis, extending upwards in layers, like an inverted mountain peak, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, with the top hall touching the clouds.
The entire palace is made of a translucent jade, with a warm white luster that reflects a faint rainbow halo in the sunlight.
Several layers of visible protective light barriers slowly swirled around the palace complex, each layer containing a chilling power fluctuation, as if a mere touch would obliterate any intruder.
It was truly the epitome of luxury.
However, Han Xuanji still envied Leng Qianshuang's spacetime secret technique, which she could freely use in Nine Mysteries City.
This is the privilege of the Holy Lord's disciples.
Han Xuanji didn't believe that ordinary Sage could freely use such secret techniques in Nine Mysteries City.
Seeing Han Xuanji staring Leng Qianshuang pointed to the largest palace and casually said:
"That's the Nine Mysteries Palace, where Master usually lives and cultivates."
These restrictions are the culmination of generations of array masters' efforts, forming the strongest defensive system in the entire Nine Mysteries Prefecture, and even in this region.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze.
He followed Leng Qianshuang into the palace gate, through two corridors, the jade floor beneath his feet was warm and smooth as jade, each step felt like walking on warm jade.
Hun Qianling and Li Tiantong beside him were both a little reserved, walking very lightly and even unconsciously lowering their breathing.
They had naturally heard of the Nine Mysteries Palace.
But I never imagined that one day I would be able to step into this sacred area again.
Soon, they arrived at the entrance of an ancient hall.
The palace doors swung open, and the spiritual light within poured out like flowing water.
Han Xuanji looked up and saw a familiar figure sitting in the main seat deep inside the hall.
He didn't deliberately strike a majestic pose; he simply leaned there casually, yet he seemed to blend seamlessly into the entire palace, the very center of this world.
His figure did not appear tall, but with each breath he took, there was a rhythm that could influence the power of heaven and earth, as if the Spiritual Qi of the entire Nine Mysteries City fluctuated with each breath he took.
Han Xuanji's heart stirred slightly.
This is the Holy Lord Realm cultivator; every word and action can resonate with heaven and earth.
Mo Chenxiao had clearly sensed their arrival. His gaze passed over Leng Qianshuang and landed on Han Xuanji, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Beside him stood several other figures, each exuding a profound aura. Some were as restrained as an abyss, while others concealed their sharpness. Each one was someone not to be underestimated.
Leng Qianshuang led Han Xuanji forward, bowed to Mo Chenxiao, and then stepped aside to introduce them to Han Xuanji one by one:
"This is Elder Qin, who is in charge of the Nine Mysteries Palace treasury and is responsible for the allocation of all supplies within the palace."
An elderly man with a thin face and a long beard nodded slightly to Han Xuanji, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.
Leng Qianshuang then pointed to a middle-aged woman dressed in blue beside her:
"This is Elder Su, who is in charge of the finances of Nine Mysteries City."
The woman smiled, her gaze gentle.
Then, Leng Qianshuang introduced a few more people.
Elder Zhao, in charge of the laws and punishments of Nine Mysteries City, had a stern and iron-like face; Elder Xu, in charge of secret realms and talent selection, had a gentle face; Elder Zhou, who was in charge of the city's formations, wore a blue robe and had a calm and steady aura.
Each and every one of them is a great being at the Sage Realm Stage.
Han Xuanji bowed respectfully to each of them, but secretly memorized their faces and auras.
There were a few others Leng Qianshuang did not introduce; they stood closer to their master Mo Chenxiao, their auras as deep as an abyss.
The people in the hall looked at Han Xuanji with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation in their eyes.
They all knew that the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord was always picky, and anyone who could catch his eye and be personally accepted as his disciple must have something special about them.
Ultimately, all of them were working for Mo Chenxiao, and none of them would be foolish enough to give this new young master a hard time.
Mo Chenxiao stood up from the main seat.
His movement immediately enlivened the atmosphere in the hall. He walked up to Han Xuanji, looked him up and down, and grinned broadly, his smile filled with undisguised smugness.
He turned around and spoke to the few people beside him who had remained silent, his tone carrying a hint of boasting:
"Gentlemen, this is the promising talent I found in Thousand Souls City that I told you about."
Han Xuanji, my second personally taught disciple.
The group of people, who had been standing quietly to the side, all turned to look at Han Xuanji.
Their gazes were sharper than those of the elders in management, as if they wanted to see through Han Xuanji's skin and into his very bones.
One of them was dressed in a white robe with lotus patterns embroidered on the chest. He had a slender face and an aura as sharp as a drawn blade.
He looked at Han Xuanji with a scrutinizing gaze, and after a moment spoke in a steady voice:
"Hmm, your foundation is indeed quite good, Mo Chenxiao, you weren't exaggerating this time."
"Of course."
Mo Chenxiao answered with a smile and introduced the other person's identity to Han Xuanji:
" Chu Xiuyuan of the Heaven of Creation Sect."
The other person was tall, with a small, bright red bird perched on his shoulder. His gaze was fixed on Han Xuanji, and a playful smile played on his lips.
Mo Chenxiao introduced:
"This is the deputy head of the Third Sacred Hall of the Sacred Court, the Cloud Wasteland Holy Lord. He cultivates the path of fire, and has a very volatile temper, but he's a good person."
The Cloud Wasteland Holy Lord snorted, without denying it.
Mo Chenxiao then introduced the last person:
"This gentleman, Jian Wuji of the Eternal Sword Pavilion, only agreed to come after I repeatedly invited him."
The old man was dressed in a gray robe, his face was ancient and simple, like a withered tree, but his eyes seemed to contain endless sword light, making people dare not look directly at him.
Han Xuanji greeted them one by one.
Mo Chenxiao stood beside him, his face always bearing a smug expression that said, "This is my disciple," as if he were announcing to everyone that he had found a treasure.
His old friends had their own thoughts when they saw him like this.
They had known Mo Chenxiao for many years. He seemed casual and carefree, but he was extremely arrogant at heart. Even when Leng Qianshuang became his disciple, he didn't make such a big fuss. He simply introduced her to some acquaintances.
His current demeanor clearly indicates that he believes this second disciple is the one he is truly looking for.
In his view, his disciple should be just like him, unparalleled in the world.
Jian Wuji's gaze lingered on Han Xuanji the longest. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly:
" Mo Chenxiao, it would be a real shame if your disciple didn't pursue the Sword Dao in the future."
"If you think you don't have time, send me to my place, and I guarantee I'll train a Sword Dao Sage for you."
Do you need me to tell you?
Mo Chenxiao spoke in an annoyed tone:
"My disciple has an astonishing comprehension, Sword Dao is also his forte. I've let him figure it out on his own. If you're confident you can train him to become Sword Dao Saint Venerable, I might let you give it a try."