Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

Yuan Haoning’s voice wasn’t loud, but in such a bustling environment, it still made many Cultivators notice the two of them.

The Cultivators who could come to the War Dragon Academy were mostly geniuses.

As for Ye Tianling, his apparent age and demeanor made him look like he was over twenty. This was an illusion caused by a unique depth that came from his understanding of the Time Law.

However, no one understood this. As a result, this particular charm made Ye Tianling seem rather "mature."

Therefore, Yuan Haoning’s words made the two of them the center of attention, with many Cultivators pointing and whispering about them.

Yuan Haoning didn’t mind. Having already fallen to such a state, she no longer cared about anything.

And Ye Tianling was equally unconcerned by the strange or scornful looks from the crowd.

"He’s that old and he still wants to join the War Dragon Academy? He’s got to be at least twenty, right?"

"He probably just looks older than he is. He might actually be younger than you. His demeanor is just exceptional. Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t know anything."

"Heh, you think so? But there’s no mistaking his Realm—the Sword Void Seven Transformation Realm, right? At that level, isn’t he just some newbie from the Blood-Colored Wilderness World?"

"Well, the War Dragon Academy rarely holds its entrance assessment. It’s always worth a shot to avoid any regrets!"

"If someone like him can get into the War Dragon Academy, then the Academy has really hit rock bottom."

"Maybe he has some shocking background, or a powerful backer."

...

Even without trying to listen, Yuan Haoning could clearly hear some of the gossip.

Her expression turned ugly. She now realized that her own sharp, angry tone had drawn all this unwanted attention to Ye Tianling.

After all, Ye Tianling didn’t owe her a thing.

Yuan Haoning felt a pang of guilt, but she was too stubborn to say anything.

Ye Tianling, however, paid these people no mind.

In his eyes, these Cultivators—whether at the Sword Void Nine Transformations Realm like himself, or even those at the Sword Tribulation First Refining Realm—weren’t necessarily that powerful.

Indeed, this World was completely different from the Soul Burial Starry Sky. A cultivator like Jiang Wannian, at the Sword Tribulation Sixth Refining Realm, had already given Ye Tianling a sense of mortal danger. This proved that Jiang Wannian possessed the Battle Power to fight him as an equal.

But he was at the Sword Tribulation Sixth Refining Realm, after all.

Based on the Nine Forbidden Battle Power calculations, that still aligned with the established power hierarchy.

As for these Cultivators before him, who were merely at the Sword Tribulation First or Second Refining Realms, Ye Tianling truly didn’t give them a second thought.

Ye Tianling took out the Dragon Race Decree and, following the method his mother Long Qingzhuo had taught him, directly gathered a stream of Essence Blood Power to activate it.

BOOM—

Instantly, across the entire grand plaza of the War Dragon Academy, the Void itself seemed to twist, and a massive ripple formed around Ye Tianling.

A terrifying wave of Force Qi surged outward, instantly blasting away all the Cultivators surrounding Ye Tianling.

Several hundred Cultivators were sent flying backward, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Their faces were ashen, their eyes filled with terror and alarm.

Even now, they had no idea what had just happened.

"What’s going on?"

"What happened?"

"What a terrifying aura!"

"That’s an ancient Soul Power! Has some peerless genius appeared?"

...

The entire plaza immediately fell into chaos.

But now, that massive ripple had already coalesced and transformed into an ancient, giant Cyan Dragon.

The Cyan Dragon appeared. After manifesting a spectral totem in the Void, it let out a roar that shook the Void, a roar that seemed to come from the very Soul.

ROAR—

A silent roar that no one heard.

But with his Soul Talent, Ye Tianling sensed the vast power of the Space Law.

It was strange, mysterious, and ancient, containing traces of an ultimate Divine Power.

Ye Tianling felt a stir in his heart.

He hadn’t expected the Dragon Race Decree to contain such an aura of Divinity, to hold such Divine Level Soul Power.

VMMMM—

At that very moment, a figure manifested from the Void. He wore a long, black robe of Battle Armor that made him look like a Divine Spirit of slaughter.

A fierce and majestic aura instantly quelled the chaos.

FWOOSH—

The man in black Battle Armor waved his hand, sending out a cyan ripple that spread out in all directions like a fine mist, blanketing the entire plaza.

The Cultivators who had been injured and were spitting up blood from the earlier chaos immediately began to recover, as if they were being bathed in a Life Soul Spring.

In the span of a few breaths, the pale, terrified faces of the Cultivators were replaced with expressions of pure comfort and satisfaction.

It was as if they hadn’t been harmed by the blast at all, but had instead received a tremendous benefit.

This change, which occurred in just a few breaths, had such a terrifyingly powerful effect.

This, too, made Ye Tianling’s expression grow solemn.

By comparing this man’s power to Guardian Fu Yi’s Realm, Ye Tianling deduced that his strength should only be at the One Path Sword Ancestor Realm.

’But someone at the One Path Sword Ancestor Realm already has such imposing might and Abilities?!’

’A Sword Ancestor is truly a Sword Ancestor, after all.’

’A true Sword Ancestor is already this powerful... truly terrifying!’

"The Dragon Race Decree, activated by the Soul Talent... Are you Long Qingzhuo’s son, Ye Tianling?"

Only after he finished healing everyone did the man in black Battle Armor ignore the crowd, step down from the Void, and arrive before Ye Tianling to ask his question.

Yuan Haoning was also stunned—stunned by the commotion Ye Tianling had caused, and stunned by the power the man in black Battle Armor had just displayed.

"Master Qian Ye?"

Ye Tianling asked after a moment of thought.

For him to speak so directly was incredibly disrespectful.

At least, that’s how it seemed to all the other Cultivators.

Many Cultivators even broke out in a cold sweat over Ye Tianling’s rudeness—including, of course, Yuan Haoning.

But the man in black Battle Armor clearly didn’t care for such formalities.

"Yes, that’s me. How is your mother, Long Qingzhuo?"

Qian Ye retracted the Ancestor Dao aura around his body, revealing his true appearance.

He was remarkably young and handsome, appearing to be around the same age as Ye Tianling.

But Ye Tianling knew his true age had to be immense—at least over a thousand years old.

"My mother is doing well."

Ye Tianling replied calmly, his tone lacking any warmth.

"Mm, since you’ve presented the Dragon Race Decree, the War Dragon Academy’s finest private residence, the Imperial View Pavilion, is now yours. First, go to the Instructor Hall and have your identity registered. After that, you can move into the Imperial View Pavilion. By the way, the Imperial View Pavilion comes with two recommendation slots and three Attendant slots. Did you only bring one Maid with you?"

Qian Ye asked.

He paid no mind to Ye Tianling’s attitude.

"Mm, I understand. I’ll go register my identity now. If an assessment is required, I’m ready whenever."

Ye Tianling said.

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