The other person had a faint smile on their face, which didn't reveal any other meaning; it seemed to be genuine.
Han Xuanji returned the greeting and said earnestly:
"Senior, you flatter me. Brother Ying Yuan is extremely strong and is the strongest opponent I have ever encountered so far."
The Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet is imminent. Brother Ying Yuan and I are both fighting for the Sacred Court, so we should stand side by side. There's no need to go too far; a little more is enough.
He spoke sincerely, without a trace of arrogance.
"Well said, 'Stop when you've got it all!'"
Upon hearing this, Ying Jiutian's eyes flashed with admiration, and he nodded, saying:
" The Sacred Court needs young people like you."
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a scroll, handing it to Han Xuanji:
"This is an extra reward for the top place winner in this selection battle. I have been entrusted by the Sacred Court to give it to you."
Han Xuanji took the scroll; it was cool to the touch. When she unfolded it, she found it was a self-portrait.
The man in the painting is tall and handsome, sitting on a cloud, his eyes sharp as lightning, exuding an aura of authority.
Han Xuanji's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Mo Chenxiao.
To be honest, he really didn't know what the reward was.
Mo Chenxiao explained with a smile:
"This painting was personally created by the Second Saint Emperor and is called 'Divine Might Like a Prison Painting,' which contains a lineage passed down from him."
Han Xuanji's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
He now understood just how significant this painting was.
After arriving on the Eternal Continent, I did a lot of research on history and naturally knew who the Saint Emperor of the Sacred Court were.
Saint Emperor Taiqian established the Sacred Court and cultivated all kinds of techniques. Needless to say, he was an all-rounder and an unparalleled powerhouse known as the Saint Ancestor.
The second-generation Saint Emperor was equally extraordinary. He was a disciple of the Saint Emperor Taiqian and surpassed his master in the art of physical cultivation. He had made numerous military achievements and was known as the Immortal Saint Emperor Saint Emperor Taiqian.
"Of course, if you don't like it, I can exchange it for other rewards, and I won't treat you unfairly."
Ying Jiutian suddenly spoke, looking at Han Xuanji with amusement.
Clearly, he also had some selfish motives involved.
Treasures of this caliber are beyond measure in terms of value.
Only on special occasions will the powerful members of the Sacred Court use it as a reward.
Han Xuanji did not answer directly, but carefully put the painting away, saying:
"Thank you, Hall Master Ying. This disciple will study it carefully."
The second-generation Saint Emperor of the Sacred Court was an unparalleled powerhouse who dominated the ages with his physical body. His inheritance was most likely a top-tier Saint King- level inheritance, whose value was immeasurable.
The fact that the Sacred Court was willing to spend a fortune to bring out this painting shows that they went to great lengths.
This reward could be said to be tailor-made for Ying Yuan, since he cultivates the physical body.
Han Xuanji naturally would not agree to the exchange.
Seeing this, Ying Jiutian wasn't annoyed. He praised Han Xuanji a few more times before turning and leaving.
Seeing the other person's departing figure, Mo Chenxiao smiled and said:
"This is the first time I've seen Ying Jiutian praise someone like this. It seems you've won his heart, disciple."
"Maybe it's because I held back before."
Han Xuanji knew the reason why the other party was showing goodwill.
Ying Jiutian is clearly obsessed with his disciples. If he ultimately chooses to severely injure Ying Yuan, the latter probably won't give him a pleasant look.
One can only say that one should leave room for maneuver in others' lives; he never goes to extremes unless absolutely necessary.
On the other side, Ying Jiutian found Ying Yuan sitting alone by the window, staring blankly at his own palm.
He walked over and sat down beside Ying Yuan, remained silent for a while, and then said:
"Actually, you fought very well in this battle."
Ying Yuan raised his head, his face not showing much dejection, but rather a very faint smile:
"Master, there's no need to comfort me. A loss is a loss. I imagine the elders are already discussing relinquishing my title."
Ying Jiutian was stunned for a moment, then fell silent:
"Those old guys aren't very bright. If you don't deserve this title, who does? In my opinion, you have the potential to lead the Ying Household back to their peak."
Then Ying Jiutian also brought up Daoyin history, saying:
"In fact, even the Saint Ancestor was not invincible throughout Ying Household life. It is recorded in some ancient books that the young Saint Ancestor also encountered an unparalleled genius and was defeated by him at that stage."
Upon hearing this, Ying Yuan was somewhat surprised.
It is said that the Saint Ancestor Taiqian was undefeated throughout his life; it seems that this is just embellishment by the descendants of the Ying Household.
However, this matter seems to have never been heard of before, and there doesn't seem to be a contemporary powerhouse who can rival the Saint Emperor Taiqian.
But Master probably wouldn't dare to make fun of the Saint Ancestor.
"Because this person disappeared without a trace, and no one knows his name."
Ying Jiutian explained:
"Of course, I didn't make this up; I only learned about this little-known history by chance."
These were actually words of comfort from his master.
Whether it's true or false, I really don't know.
Ying Yuan nodded and said calmly:
"Over the years, I have never lost. This feeling of always being at the top and not even having a decent opponent is actually meaningless."
Han Xuanji was the first truly formidable figure I encountered.
Losing to him actually helped me see myself more clearly.
"This feeling is actually quite nice."
Has this child been beaten senseless?
However, Ying Jiutian quickly understood, and his worries gradually dissipated.
He paused for a moment, then slowly said:
"Some people in the clan suggested that you go and receive another lineage left by the Saint Ancestor."
However, this method is dangerous, and if one is not careful, one may miss the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet.
I won't force you; whether you go or not is your decision.
Ying Yuan did not hesitate and said:
"Damn it, if I can't become stronger, even if I go to the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, I won't make it to the end."
He paused, his gaze sharpening again:
"Next time, I won't lose again."
Upon Ying Jiutian couldn't help but smile knowingly.
He knew that this disciple had not been defeated, but rather had been provoked to reveal what was truly hidden in his bones.
Han Xuanji is a formidable opponent, and Ying Yuan will certainly not stop there.