The Sacred Royal Medallion Appears

The Sacred Royal Medallion Appears...

The battle stage had transformed into a theater, a grand showcase for the incredible talents of Qin Wentian. All eyes were riveted on him, causing those who had previously passed the nine sects' tests to fade into the background, their brilliance merely serving as a foil to the radiance of Qin Wentian.

The expressions of those hailing from Xuan King City were a twisted tableau of rage and malevolence. In the midst of this simmering tension, an expert from the Yin Clan suddenly barked, "KILL HIM! My Yin Clan will reward anyone who can eliminate him with an Ascendant-level cultivation art."

The Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan quickly joined in, declaring, "My Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan will bestow the Wind Roc Cultivation Art upon the one who slays him. This innate technique allows you to transform into a majestic wind roc, soaring through the skies and granting incredible speed."

Not to be outdone, the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan chimed in, "My Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan shall grant a rare fire spark to the one who can take him down. This fire spark, when refined, will awaken your bloodline's flame capabilities, enhancing your affinity with fire and infusing your attacks with the power of blazing combustion."

One by one, the six major powers put forth their tempting offers, promising potent martial arts and priceless treasures to whomever could bring down the black-robed young man. Their collective hatred for Qin Wentian ran deep.

All eyes on the battlefield turned toward Qin Wentian. He had become a veritable treasure chest, with countless benefits awaiting whoever could defeat him.

The stage was filled with formidable experts, including those who had already passed the sects' tests. With combined effort, they could surely take Qin Wentian down. However, no one was willing to be the first to charge. Under the weight of Qin Wentian's oppressive aura, it felt as though the first to step forward would also be the first to fall beneath his deadly spear.

In the midst of this standstill, a young man with a healthy flush on his face approached an elder in the Great Earth Sect's area. In hushed tones, he conveyed some information, prompting the elder to cast a searching gaze over the assembly. He then transmitted a question, "Is this information accurate?"

"I wouldn't dare deceive you, Elder," the individual replied with utmost seriousness. The elder's gaze shifted to Qin Wentian, his eyes suddenly ablaze with fervor.

"Young friend," the elder addressed Qin Wentian, "you've clearly demonstrated your prowess in the battles. It's high time you made a decision. Should you choose to join our Great Earth Sect, we will dedicate ourselves to nurturing you, bestowing upon you the rights and privileges of a chosen disciple. Even among the other eight great sects, none of them can match our offer. What say you?"

These words from the Great Earth Sect representative sent ripples through the assembly. To offer Qin Wentian the same treatment as a chosen was a remarkable gesture. It emphasized how highly they valued him. In Grand Shang, these nine great sects ranked second only to the Royal Sacred Sect, and the benefits accorded to a chosen were undoubtedly substantial.

Moreover, the demon-level geniuses from Xuan King City didn't even have the chance to join these sects, illustrating the rigorous standards they held for talent. The chosen disciples of the nine great sects were akin to blazing suns of their generation, destined to rise to prominence in the Royal Sacred Sect.

While Qin Wentian's performance had been exceptional, the other eight sects couldn't possibly match the Great Earth Sect's offer.

A chosen disciple from any of the nine great sects could practically do as they pleased in Xuan King City. No one would dare challenge their authority.

In the area reserved for the royal clan members, the golden-eyed young man's eyes sparkled with intense interest. The Great Earth Sect's proposal was exceedingly generous. There had to be more to their offer.

"Your Highness," a prominent figure from the Xuan King's Manor addressed the golden-eyed young man, his eyes gleaming with a furious light.

"Uncle," the golden-eyed youth responded. The individual from the Xuan King's Manor was one of his many uncles based on their bloodline.

"That man regards everyone as beneath him, insufferably arrogant. He even dared to kill Shang Qi right before our eyes. Shang Qi was also a member of the royal clan. How can we let this pass? I implore Your Highness to eliminate that man and preserve the dignity of our royal clan," the expert from the Xuan King's Manor implored with a solemn expression.

"Today marks the recruitment selection event for the nine great sects. It wouldn't be wise for me to interfere," the golden-eyed young man stated calmly. "Shang Qi's death has affected me as well, but given the circumstances, external intervention in the events on the battle stage would only lead to an unsightly situation."

"Your Highness, there are a few exceptionally talented individuals from our royal clan here today. If Your Highness permits them to step onto the stage, it won't be difficult to eliminate that young troublemaker," the Xuan King's Manor expert continued, his gaze shifting toward several others standing beside the golden-eyed young man. These individuals had accompanied the royal clan and were known to be exceptionally formidable among the younger generation.

The nine great sects were conducting a disciple recruitment selection event, and like other clans, the royal clan had brought along some of their disciples.

"They have already sworn allegiance and joined our royal clan," the golden-eyed young man reminded, subtly implying that these individuals had no reason to participate in the battle stage, as it would be inappropriate.

Upon hearing this response, the King Manor's expert cursed silently within himself. Even though they shared a common bloodline, this prince had refused to extend his assistance.

"Little Yue has grown into a remarkable young lady, truly befitting of a princess," the golden-eyed young man suddenly interjected, his words seemingly unrelated to the ongoing conversation. However, they sparked a sharp glint in the King Manor's expert's eyes. He couldn't help but grasp the implications behind the golden-eyed young man's statement.

The Seven King Cities were all branches of the royal clan, but they had been separated from the main bloodline for generations. Nevertheless, some members from these royal branches possessed exceptional talent and had managed to join the Royal Sacred Sect. The King of the Xuan King's Manor was one such individual, powerful enough to become an elder of the Royal Sacred Sect. Even the current emperor of the Grand Shang Empire had to show him respect.

To strengthen their authority, the Great Shang Empire deemed it necessary to forge alliances, such as affiliating with the Royal Sacred Sect.

Shang Yue's gaze shifted as she noticed the golden-eyed young man looking her way, causing her to pale instantly.

"If Your Highness can eliminate the man in black, I am willing to offer Shang Yue as your concubine," the Xuan King's Manor expert proposed. Given Eye King's approval, this was no longer just about defeating Qin Wentian. The expert's willingness to send Shang Yue away, especially after the loss of Shang Qi, revealed the extent of his desperation. His offer to send Shang Yue now displayed an attitude that only a fool would possess.

The golden-eyed young man possessed unparalleled talent, born with extraordinary eyes. From a young age, he had been granted the title of king and the authority to pass down his kingship to his descendants. This set him apart from the other seven King Cities; he belonged to the true bloodline of the Grand Shang Empire, known as the Eye King, Shang Tong.

The current emperor had a total of nine sons. While the Eye King might not have been the strongest, his potential was the most terrifying. He had the power to contend for the throne and a high chance of inheriting the Grand Shang Empire. Since he had brought up Shang Yue, the Xuan King's Manor expert understood what was expected of him. Sending Shang Yue to the Eye King's Manor was his only course of action.

As soon as Shang Yue heard these words, her complexion turned ashen. Despite being the princess of the Xuan King City, she had no control over her own destiny. She had become a bargaining chip in a matter involving young men on a battlefield. Right now, she hoped that Qin Wentian would not be defeated. If the Eye King were to lose, his pride would prevent him from raising the matter again.

Shang Tong's golden eyes locked onto Qin Wentian, and a cold glint emanated from within them. Now that the Xuan King's Manor expert had agreed, Qin Wentian was already considered a dead man in his eyes. Despite Qin Wentian's exceptional talent, Shang Tong believed it was better to eliminate him immediately rather than allowing him to join one of the nine great sects.

"Young friend, our Qinghua Mountain holds you in the highest esteem. This is the second time we extend an invitation for you to join us. Are you interested?" the Qinghua Mountain expert extended yet another offer to Qin Wentian.

"Our Violet Thunder Sect also welcomes you to join our ranks," a Violet Thunder Sect expert declared. His words triggered a stark change in Yin Ting's uncle's expression. He stared at the speaking elder, who completely disregarded him. From his perspective, how could Yin Ting, a mere junior, outshine Qin Wentian's displayed talent? While Yin Ting might have had a cultivation advantage, he had been instantly defeated by Qin Wentian's spear strike and subsequently killed. Such a character was the embodiment of uselessness.

Each of the great sects eagerly extended invitations to Qin Wentian, except for one – the Battle Sword Sect.

Lin Shuai observed Qin Wentian thoughtfully. He knew that someone with Qin Wentian's character would have already made his decision long before these invitations were issued. Whether they made an offer or not hardly mattered.

However, just as the tension reached its peak, another voice pierced the air, sending a wave of pressure washing over the crowd.

All eyes turned upward to see a figure soaring into the sky, exuding an air of indomitable pride and disdain as he looked down upon Qin Wentian.

"Jun Yu."

The Xuan King's Manor experts were taken aback at the sight of Jun Yu. His unexpected appearance left them astonished. Nobody had anticipated Jun Yu's presence at this event. Regrettably, he had arrived a bit too late; if he had been here earlier, Qin Wentian wouldn't have had the chance to act so arrogantly.

Jun Yu was no ordinary person; he was a member of the Royal Sacred Sect, personally trained by the Xuan King himself.

Even the representatives from the nine great sects were surprised by Jun Yu's arrival. Why had he come? Did he seek vengeance for Shang Qi's death?

However, it seemed unlikely that Jun Yu had come solely for Shang Qi. He had merely passed by Xuan King City and decided to observe the disciple recruitment event held by the nine great sects. Little did he know that he would encounter Qin Wentian here.

In the past, when he had returned to Grand Xia with the prestigious status of a personal disciple of a Royal Sacred Sect elder, his brilliance should have lit up the skies. Yet Qin Wentian, a member of the younger generation, had humiliated him with a single sword strike, causing him to retreat. Jun Yu had even been tricked into using a valuable life-saving treasure bestowed by his master. It had been a shameful episode that he was determined to repay.

Qin Wentian raised his head, locking eyes with Jun Yu. He remembered this man well. Back then, Jun Yu's appearance had disrupted alliances, nearly leading to the deaths of those who followed him at the hands of the Great Solar Chen Clan during the Heavenly Fate Ranking Battle of Grand Xia.

Jun Yu, the supposed disciple of a Royal Sacred Sect elder, had a surprising twist in his story – his master was none other than the King of Xuan King City. However, even with this revelation, Jun Yu remained just a disciple within the Royal Sacred Sect.

"DIE!" Jun Yu's voice dripped with cold malice as a massive palm hurtled down from the heavens. Qin Wentian nonchalantly extended his hand, revealing a medallion firmly clutched within his grasp. He bellowed with authority, "IN THE PRESENCE OF THE SACRED ROYAL MEDALLION, WHO DARES TO TAKE MY LIFE?"

Startled, Jun Yu immediately withdrew his descending palm. An unsightly expression crept across his face as he stared at the medallion now in Qin Wentian's possession. "You stole that medallion. It wasn't given to you."

Qin Wentian's response was swift and unapologetic. "I obtained this Sacred Royal Medallion after defeating its previous owner. In the unwritten rules of the cultivation world, his belongings naturally became mine when he lost. Right here, before the nine great sects and the royal clan, I declare my intention to participate in the Royal Sacred Sect's future recruitment test. As a disciple of the Royal Sacred Sect, if you attempt to harm me, you'll be defying your own sect's laws, disobeying the Sacred Emperor, and treating his will as insignificant. Everyone here can bear witness to this."

Qin Wentian's confident proclamation left Jun Yu green with anger. He had never expected Qin Wentian to understand the true power and significance of the Sacred Royal Medallion.