Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Qinglan Ancient Country, Qinglan Platform.

A massive tower soared into the clouds, surrounded by square arenas. The arenas rose in succession, each higher than the last, with the main tower nestled among numerous smaller platforms.

The areas beside the platforms were a sea of people, filled with a constant clamor. The higher the platform, the larger the crowd, and the more boisterous the atmosphere, with a din that seemed to shake the very heavens.

"It’s not just people from our Qinglan Ancient Country here. There are tons of people from other countries, and even members of various Sects often show up. It’s a gathering of heroes and young talents from all over. Masters are as common as clouds, and experts as plentiful as rain. This Qinglan Platform is the most famous place in our Qinglan Ancient Country." As Zhou Qing spoke, a dreamy look filled her eyes.

Zhou Yingg nodded as well, saying with a wistful air, "That’s right. Countless young talents come to Qinglan Platform hoping to make a name for themselves, leaving behind many records and legendary tales."

Zhou Sheng sighed. "It’s a shame I wasn’t there to see Luu Fangliang’s challenge last time. I heard he challenged geniuses from all the various Ancient Countries with his Bright Silver Spear. He only stopped after Jieming from Baoling Temple fought him to a draw."

"So how do you challenge?" Wen Qingye asked, ignoring their sentimental remarks and looking directly at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing shot a sidelong glance at Wen Qingye. "There are nine platforms here, from the first to the ninth. You have to start on the first platform. You need ten consecutive wins to advance to the second, then another ten consecutive wins, and so on... You can’t rest in between and must continue accepting challenges until your Primordial Qi is completely depleted."

Wen Qingye gave a faint, unconcerned smile. "Fine. I’ll start my challenge from the first platform, then."

"Alright."

Zhou Qing nodded and led Wen Qingye to a desk beside the platform, where an old man was registering the challenging Martial Artists.

The surrounding members of the Zhou Family all watched Wen Qingye with peculiar expressions, settling in as if for a good show.

Before long, it was their turn. Zhou Qing said to the old man, "Steward, this person wants to challenge the first platform."

"Oh?" The old man glanced at Wen Qingye without raising his head. "Show me your collateral."

"Collateral?" Wen Qingye raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhou Qing in confusion.

Zhou Qing smiled to herself. ’What now? You’re stumped, aren’t you? Just waiting for you to beg me for help.’

The old man lazily lifted his head to look at Wen Qingye. "Hand over your collateral. If you fail to pass the fifth platform, the collateral will belong to our Qinglan Hall. If you do pass the fifth platform, you’ll get it back. The higher you climb after that, the more you’ll get. In addition to your collateral, our Qinglan Hall will gift you treasures based on its value."

"So that’s how it is." Wen Qingye nodded to himself. His gaze swept over Zhou Qing and the other members of the Zhou Family. ’They obviously knew this rule but didn’t bother to tell me. It seems they were hoping I’d make a fool of myself.’

For some reason, a chill went through the hearts of the Zhou Family members.

Seeing Wen Qingye’s teasing gaze, Zhou Qing gave a hollow laugh. "I... I forgot to tell you. I have three hundred Top-Grade Primordial Stones on me..."

"What’s the matter? Can’t come up with any collateral?" the old man interjected, his brow furrowing as he looked at Wen Qingye with disdain. "If you can’t put up collateral, don’t bother competing."

Wen Qingye chuckled lightly, his eyes on the old man. "Do you accept Martial Arts Bamboo Scrolls?"

"Only Ninth Grade and above," the old man snorted. "Don’t try to pass off some First or second-grade Martial Arts."

If a challenger were to offer something truly valuable, a lowly Steward like himself wouldn’t be able to make the call; he’d have to summon the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall. But looking at Wen Qingye, he was confident the young man couldn’t possibly produce any such treasure.

The Steward sneered inwardly. ’Let’s see what kind of amazing Martial Arts this kid can possibly come up with.’

With a flip of his palm, Wen Qingye placed three purple Bamboo Scrolls directly on the desk. "Take a closer look."

"Alright, let’s see... Soul-breaking Wave-Devouring Hand... Em... Emperor-Grade Martial Arts!" The Steward had casually picked up the Bamboo Scroll Wen Qingye tossed over, but after a few glances, his hand trembled and he blurted out the words in shock.

What!?

This Wen Qingye had produced Emperor-Grade Martial Arts?

The members of the Zhou Family were all stunned, staring at Wen Qingye dumbfounded, their eyes filled with utter disbelief.

"Emperor-Grade Martial Arts? Steward, you can’t be mistaken, can you? Are all three of them like that?" Zhou Yingg asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The Steward picked up the other two Bamboo Scrolls, his voice trembling. "N-No mistake. All three... they’re all Emperor-Grade Martial Arts."

To be honest, he had never handled collateral surpassing Mid-Level King Grade Martial Arts or Heavenly and Earthly Treasures. Those were already far beyond his authority to manage, let alone Emperor-Grade Martial Arts!

If Wen Qingye failed to pass the fifth platform, then he would have secured three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts for Qinglan Hall—a monumental achievement. But if Wen Qingye *did* pass the fifth platform... at this thought, cold sweat began to drip down the Steward’s brow.

"Can I challenge now?" Wen Qingye asked, looking at the Steward with a deadpan expression.

Zhou Qing leaped up at Wen Qingye’s words. "Are you insane? You’re actually using Emperor-Grade Martial Arts for the Qinglan Platform challenge?"

"Exactly! That’s Emperor-Grade Martial Arts! Don’t you get it?" Zhou Sheng was now looking at Wen Qingye as if he were an idiot.

It wasn’t just him; the other members of the Zhou Family were also staring wide-eyed at Wen Qingye, their expressions making it clear they thought he was a lunatic.

"It’s fine," Wen Qingye said with a smile, waving his hand dismissively before turning to the Steward. "Make the call."

The Steward gritted his teeth and declared loudly, "Fine! Of course you can challenge. Please, follow me."

.......

On the first platform of Qinglan Platform.

Wen Qingye stood on the platform, calmly observing the burly man of the Yin Yang Realm Third Layer before him.

The man’s voice boomed like thunder. "My name is Huu Lie! Come on, kid!"

"Alright!"

Wen Qingye nodded. With a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, he closed the distance and threw a seemingly ordinary punch.

WHOOSH!

Huu Lie only saw a blur before his body was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily to the ground.

From the sidelines, Zhou Yingg pursed her lips. "This Wen Qingye was able to withstand a blow from Sima Feng. Passing the first three platforms shouldn’t be too difficult for him."

Zhou Sheng couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. "The fifth platform is the limit for even an ordinary Yin Yang Realm Eighth Heaven Martial Artist. In my opinion, he’s most likely not going to make it past that. What a waste of three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts."

In the short span of half an incense stick, Wen Qingye defeated ten opponents and advanced directly to the second platform.

One move!

Another move!

On the second platform, Wen Qingye defeated every opponent in a single move, no matter who they were!

The third platform!

First match, victory!

Second match, victory!

Third match, victory!

.....

Ninth match, victory!

The Steward watched Wen Qingye’s back, his brow knitted tightly. ’This kid is defeating everyone in a single move. His energy consumption must be minuscule. What should I do? If he actually makes it past the fifth platform, I’m done for!’

The tenth match.

A young-looking Martial Artist with a sinister aura took the stage. His cultivation was at the Yin Yang Realm Fifth Layer Heaven.

The sinister-looking youth laughed. "Hahaha, a new face. Interesting."

Although he couldn’t see Wen Qingye’s cultivation, he was brimming with confidence.

"Let’s begin, then." The sinister youth started walking slowly toward Wen Qingye. "Allow me, a veteran of Qinglan Platform, to show you just how cruel this place is and teach you a lesson or two."

As he moved, the sinister youth launched a feint to draw Wen Qingye’s attention to the front, while simultaneously sending a hidden Qi Aura to strike him from behind. He was confident this two-pronged attack would be more than enough to take care of Wen Qingye.

But in that same instant, his world spun.

POW!

’What happened?’

’How was my hidden Qi Aura shattered to pieces by the mere aftershock of his palm strike? And not only that, but I was sent flying too?’

"I must be seeing things."

The sinister youth slowly got to his feet, looking up at Wen Qingye on the platform. He shook his head in resignation. To be defeated in a single move by a newcomer... it was unbelievable. What a shame about his fifty Top-grade Primordial Stones.

The fourth platform.

By now, quite a few people in the crowd had begun to take notice of Wen Qingye.

Defeating every opponent from the first to the third platform in a single move was more than enough to prove he had deep, untapped potential.

Even the members of the Zhou Family were now staring at Wen Qingye, utterly dumbfounded. They had, of course, challenged the Qinglan Platform themselves before. Out of their group of over a dozen people, only six had ever made it past the first platform, and all six of them had been defeated on the second.

This alone was enough to prove just how powerful Wen Qingye was.

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