Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

On the Main Peak, the sunlight was brilliant. In the distance, the clouds and the earth merged, creating a vast and lofty vista.

The Three Pristine Platform was exceptionally lively at this moment. Today was different from ordinary days; it was Sermon Day, a rather important occasion for the entire Celestial Profound Sect.

Today, Elders from several of the peaks would come to the Three Pristine Platform to lecture everyone on the Dao of Profound Destruction or the Martial Arts Essentials.

As a result, the crowd at the Three Pristine Platform was unusually large—far larger than during Wen Qingye’s match. At least fifty percent of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Core Disciples were present.

Fifty percent was nothing to scoff at. Normally, it was impressive if even ten percent of the Core Disciples gathered in one place. Most of them preferred to travel, spreading out across the territories under the Celestial Profound Sect’s control, or even throughout the Eastern Profound Domain, forming a vast network. Others were in closed-door cultivation and wouldn’t appear unless it was for an extremely urgent matter.

The contest for the Returning Fragrance Pill on Danxuan Peak had only drawn about ten percent of the disciples, and that was only thanks to Miaoxuan’s fame. Otherwise, even fewer would have shown up.

Wen Qingye paid the matter no mind. He walked at an unhurried pace toward the Sacrificial Hall on the Main Peak. The Main Peak’s Sacrificial Hall was much like the one on Celestial Profound Peak, though some of the missions were different.

After all, the Sacrificial Hall on Celestial Profound Peak was for Registered Disciples and servant disciples, while this one on the Main Peak was for Core Disciples.

The Main Peak was currently bustling with people coming and going, but most were gathered at the Three Pristine Platform. They were either contemplating the insights left behind by their predecessors or exchanging their own experiences with one another.

They were all waiting for the Elders of the various peaks to begin their lectures. However, something else soon gave the crowd some entertainment: a Registered Disciple was challenging a Core Disciple today.

Wen Qingye stepped into the Sacrificial Hall. Inside, a single old man was sitting there lazily. Although he sensed Wen Qingye’s arrival, he didn’t open his eyes.

"This booklet has the missions. Look them over and pick one. Just tell me which one you want."

The old man tossed a booklet to Wen Qingye, which sailed in a perfect arc before landing in his hands.

Wen Qingye slowly opened the booklet. Its pages were densely packed with the text of various missions.

"Find a Hidden Sea Flower in the Celestial Profound Mountain Domain. Reward: three hundred Sect Contribution Points."

"Travel to Yihai Country and assist Feiyun Dock in dealing with a mysterious expert who has recently appeared. Minimum cultivation required: Destruction Realm Third Heaven. Reward: five thousand Sect Contribution Points."

...

The further he flipped, the more difficult the missions became.

"Travel to the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty to serve as an Inspection Disciple for one year. Reward: Varies, details unspecified."

Suddenly, Wen Qingye saw this mission and couldn’t help but stare at it for a few moments.

The pages that followed listed items that could be exchanged for Sect Contribution Points. All of them could be considered Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.

The Ice Python, hidden on Wen Qingye’s finger, saw an illustration in the booklet and exclaimed in his Sea of Consciousness, "A Vermilion Fruit! They actually have a Vermilion Fruit! With this, I feel like not only will my cultivation increase rapidly, but my tribulation will also arrive sooner!"

"Oh?" Wen Qingye couldn’t help but smile as he took a closer look at the illustration of the Vermilion Fruit.

Vermilion Fruit, a Low-Level Spirit Grade Heavenly and Earthly Treasure. Exchanging for one required thirty-two thousand Sect Contribution Points.

"That many Sect Contribution Points... well, I’ll see what I can do," Wen Qingye said slowly.

To put it in perspective, Wen Qingye had only received thirty thousand Sect Contribution Points for his Emperor-grade High-level Magical Artifact longbow. This single Vermilion Fruit was even more precious than that.

The Ice Python and Wen Qingye had been through life and death together. Besides, the stronger it became, the safer Wen Qingye would be, so he naturally wouldn’t be stingy.

Suddenly, Wen Qingye’s eyes lit up.

"A True Essence Fruit Tree has appeared at the border of the territories of the Three Realms Sect, the Flowing Cloud Sect, the Celestial Thunder Hall, and the Celestial Profound Sect. However, the tree is guarded by a Flaming Three-Headed Dog. The four sects hope that one disciple from each will go to slay this Flaming Three-Headed Dog. Reward: three thousand Sect Contribution Points, plus the True Essence Fruits from this harvest."

The border where these four sects met was located in Canglan Country. This was a relatively remote location under the Celestial Profound Sect’s jurisdiction, a place where its control was weak. As a result, it was also a place where the followers of the Heaven-Burying Sect were particularly active.

While Wen Qingye’s current strength wasn’t enough to annihilate the Taiyi Pavilion, he was quite interested in dealing with the Heaven-Burying Sect, the Asura Sect, and the various smaller sects friendly with the Taiyi Pavilion.

"I’ll take these two missions," Wen Qingye said, pointing to the one to slay the Flaming Three-Headed Dog and the one to help Feiyun Dock deal with the mysterious expert.

The old man nodded languidly, recorded Wen Qingye’s Token and name, and finally said, "Alright. You can set out in five days."

"In five days?" Wen Qingye asked, confused.

The old man said flatly, "That’s right. You are all future pillars of our Celestial Profound Sect. Therefore, for every mission, we conduct a careful investigation and reconnaissance to prevent unnecessary losses."

Wen Qingye nodded in understanding and then left.

The moment he stepped outside, the Ice Python, coiling in Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness, grew excited. ’The Vermilion Fruit! I want that Vermilion Fruit!’

Wen Qingye nodded and said with a smile, "Alright. If I get the chance, I’ll exchange for one for you."

Just then, Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed. He turned his head and saw a great commotion in the southeast, as if something was happening over there.

’The southeast? Isn’t that the direction of the Three Pristine Platform?’

At this thought, Wen Qingye leaped into the air and shot directly toward the Three Pristine Platform.

A large crowd was gathered around the Three Pristine Platform, all of them the chosen geniuses of the Seven Peaks. They had formed a circle around the massive platform, all eyes fixed on the two people dueling in the center.

On the Three Pristine Platform, two figures were moving at high speed. One was Qiuu Ming; the other was a young man of the same age, but with astonishingly high cultivation.

None of Qiuu Ming’s attacks had any effect on the other man. His opponent remained expressionless, effortlessly dodging Qiuu Ming’s every move, but he never struck back.

"It’s a real shame about this Qiuu Ming. He’s actually the same age as Sheng Ao of Absolute Peak."

"That’s not the worst of it. The real pity is that he picked Sheng Ao. Sheng Ao’s cultivation has already reached the Destruction Realm Fifth Layer Heaven. To reach that level at his age is rare even in the history of the Celestial Profound Sect."

"It’s not a pity, it’s a disaster. Sheng Ao is known as one of the three greatest geniuses to emerge from the Four Great Ancient Countries and the hundred smaller countries in the last eight years. Although he’s only ranked fifty-third on the Cyan Cloud List right now, his talent is boundless. His future is impossible to predict."

Sheng Ao, along with Wen Qingye and Nangong Xin, had all entered the Celestial Profound Sect at the same time. The difference was that Wen Qingye had entered the outer sect, first becoming a Registered Disciple, while Nangong Xin and Sheng Ao had directly become Core Disciples.

And Sheng Ao was one of the three most famous geniuses of his generation from the past eight years.

Qiuu Ming looked at Sheng Ao and felt a sense of helplessness well up inside him. ’This opponent is too strong. I have no room to fight back at all.’ From the very beginning, he had been completely suppressed by Sheng Ao.

"AHH! Eight Wastelands Incineration!"

Qiuu Ming roared, and a red glow flickered from his sword. Crimson Primordial Qi danced from the tip of the blade, splitting apart and surging wildly in all directions.

"You think you’re worthy of resisting me?"

Sheng Ao snorted coldly and thrust his palm toward Qiuu Ming. Vast Primordial Qi surged in from all directions.

BANG!

The palm strike shattered Qiuu Ming’s Sword Aura, and his body slammed heavily onto the Three Pristine Platform.

"Pfft!"

Qiuu Ming collapsed to the ground, his body curling up in pain. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of red blood.

The crowd looked up at Sheng Ao, who was still in the air, and couldn’t help but let out a collective roar of approval.

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