Arrangement

Arrangement

The unexpected turn of events left Qin Wentian in a state of uncertainty. The death of an elder from the Royal Sacred Sect was a weighty matter, and he couldn't predict how the sect would react to this grievous loss.

In his strategic calculations, he had anticipated the enmity of the Grand Shang Empire, but he had also counted on the support of the experts from Ye Country, Battle Sword Sect, and Medicine Sovereign Valley to defend against it. Revenge was a price he was willing to pay, but sparing Shang Tong for fear of future reprisals against his friends was never an option.

However, the situation had escalated beyond his expectations. It was no longer a simple matter of a crown prince's death; now, an elder-level figure from the Royal Sacred Sect had fallen. This added an invisible burden of pressure on his shoulders, but he harbored no resentment toward the old man. This whole chain of events had been set in motion by his actions, and the old man had acted in his defense. Whatever consequences lay ahead, Qin Wentian was prepared to face them head-on, like a true man.

Yet, a lingering curiosity gnawed at him. Why had the old man acted so recklessly over this matter? Qin Wentian couldn't comprehend the motivation behind such a bold move. Did the old man perceive an elder-level figure of the Royal Sacred Sect as insignificant?

Breaking his reverie, Qin Wentian turned his attention to the old man, his gratitude sincere and unwavering. "Many thanks to senior for your assistance earlier," he said, bowing respectfully.

A glint of admiration flickered in the Medicine Sovereign's eyes. Most individuals would have distanced themselves from this precarious situation, but Qin Wentian's expression of gratitude signified his acknowledgment of his involvement in the elder's death.

As the old man regarded Qin Wentian, a subtle tremor coursed through his hands, nearly imperceptible to the onlookers. His deep, enigmatic eyes held a depth that defied understanding, leaving Qin Wentian bewildered. For an instant, a profound sense of kinship and gentleness radiated from the old man's gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. His eyes turned as still as a tranquil lake, devoid of emotion, as he nodded faintly in response to Qin Wentian's gratitude.

In that fleeting moment, Qin Wentian couldn't help but wonder if the old man's actions were somehow connected to the Medicine Sovereign.

The old man's attention shifted to the Grand Shang Empire's contingent, and his brows twitched as a faint hint of killing intent emanated from him. The targeted individuals trembled violently and promptly fled at breakneck speed. The old man's display of power had left no doubt that he could effortlessly eliminate them if he wished. They were beneath the notice of such a formidable expert, but they dared not linger in his presence any longer.

In the aftermath of the shocking events that unfolded, the only thing on everyone's mind was the urgent need to report this matter to the Royal Sacred Sect. The death of an elder-level character was not something that could be brushed aside lightly. For an influential power like the Royal Sacred Sect, how could they endure such a grave loss in silence? Both that enigmatic old man and Qin Wentian himself would surely have to answer for their actions.

Qin Wentian shifted his gaze, locking eyes with another formidable presence in the crowd—Di Shi. The intensity of their gazes mirrored their shared intention, an unspoken agreement to settle their differences in a battle. Di Shi had harbored the desire to eliminate Qin Wentian ever since they entered the Immortal Martial Realm. Number one ranking or not, Di Shi saw him as nothing more than a dead man walking. However, circumstances had changed, and Di Shi now realized that killing Qin Wentian would be no easy feat.

Likewise, Qin Wentian had considered the idea of challenging Di Shi. They shared a common goal, but Qin Wentian knew that Di Shi's strength likely exceeded Shang Tong's. With Di Shi at the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper and his knowledge of secret arts from the Immortal Martial Realm monuments, Qin Wentian hesitated to engage in a battle across such a significant power gap. He was also wary of further antagonizing the Grand Shang Empire and the Royal Sacred Sect by seeking assistance from the Medicine Sovereign once more. It seemed prudent to resolve his personal vendetta with Di Shi.

With determination in his eyes, Qin Wentian proposed a challenge. "How about arranging a time?" His words sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd. After all, he had just killed Shang Tong, and now he was openly challenging one of the eight era-suppressing geniuses, Di Shi. His intention was crystal clear—to engage in a battle with Di Shi.

No one believed that Qin Wentian was inviting Di Shi for a friendly tea party. The subtext was an unmistakable challenge to Di Shi's prowess.

Di Shi wasted no time in accepting the challenge, his response swift and cold. "Three months from now, at the Sacred Battle Platform in the Royal Sacred Region. Everyone in the Royal Sacred Region can witness the moment I defeat the top ranker of the Immortal Martial Realm."

The terms were set: three months from now, at the renowned Sacred Battle Platform. It was a venue reserved for the fiercest battles, where only the most exceptional Heaven Chosen with stellar combat records dared to step foot. These clashes often propelled young talents to stardom.

Qin Wentian simply replied with a single word, "Fine." The stage was set for a monumental showdown, and both parties had agreed to face the inevitable confrontation head-on.

The countdown had begun, with three months stretching ahead of Qin Wentian. It was a crucial period for him to solidify his foundation and fully assimilate the knowledge and power he had acquired within the Immortal Martial Realm. His goal was set—Di Shi's demise would take place at the Sacred Battle Platform.

Di Shi's eyes glinted with a lethal intent as he addressed the gathering. His words reverberated with an air of tyranny as he declared, "Three months from now, I, Di Shi, extend an invitation to the Heavenly Dipper Realm's Heaven Chosen. We shall gather at the Sacred Battle Platform, where the true unrivaled existence in the Heavenly Dipper Realm will be revealed."

His announcement resounded through the crowd, and his ambition was unmistakable. Di Shi aspired to be the undisputed champion of the Heavenly Dipper Realm. With his cultivation at the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper and his status as one of the era-suppressing geniuses, he was well-positioned to vie for the title of the "Unrivalled in Heavenly Dipper."

Many contemplated the implications of this challenge. Di Shi was openly seeking the title, while Qin Wentian, the top ranker of the Immortal Martial Realm, had officially challenged one of the era-suppressing geniuses, setting the stage for their showdown at the Sacred Battle Platform. The prospect of these two clashes had set the entire Royal Sacred Region abuzz with anticipation.

Di Shi, after flicking his sleeves with an air of confidence, departed the scene. His clan members from the mighty Di Clan cast a lingering gaze at Qin Wentian, their desire for revenge evident. However, they refrained from taking action, choosing instead to place their hopes in Di Shi's upcoming battle. They prayed for his victory, believing that only by defeating Qin Wentian could they avenge Di Yu. Allowing Qin Wentian to mature any further would be a grave mistake.

Duan Han, Qin Wentian's fellow disciple from the Battle Sword Sect, approached him. Duan Han knew the impending storm of events would be monumental, and Qin Wentian would be at the heart of it. The safest place for him was the Battle Sword Sect, where the sect's protection would shield him from the brewing tempest, even if it was instigated by the Royal Sacred Sect.

Moreover, the Battle Sword Sect could discreetly investigate how the upper echelons of the Royal Sacred Sect planned to handle this matter.

Qin Wentian nodded in agreement. Returning to the Battle Sword Sect was the logical choice, given his affiliation with the sect. He turned his gaze to Mo Qingcheng, who walked up to him and held his hand. Her eyes then shifted to the Medicine Sovereign, and her expression held a mix of emotions that tugged at the Medicine Sovereign's heartstrings.

"Return with me to the Medicine Sovereign Valley," the Medicine Sovereign suggested, but his tone carried a hint of exasperation. Mo Qingcheng seemed to have forgotten her master in the presence of her beloved.

Mo Qingcheng, however, was resolute. She stared back at the Medicine Sovereign, gently shaking her head. Her grip on Qin Wentian's hand tightened, and for the first time, she defied her master's wishes. It wasn't defiance born of rebellion; rather, it was a testament to her love. She had only recently regained her lost memories and reunited with Qin Wentian, and now, they faced another separation. How could she willingly leave his side amidst this brewing storm?

Qin Wentian relished the warmth of Mo Qingcheng's delicate hand in his own. With a gentle squeeze, he sent a reassuring message through their touch, creating a cocoon of warmth in his heart.

The Medicine Sovereign couldn't help but voice his concerns, his tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. He cared deeply for Mo Qingcheng and wanted her to remember the importance of her cultivation. He reminded her that while she might excel in pill concoction, her strength needed to keep pace, or else her abilities would remain constrained.

Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes betrayed a moment of contemplation. She didn't want to be a hindrance to Qin Wentian, yet she clung to his hand, reluctant to let go.

The Medicine Sovereign sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. He assured Mo Qingcheng that he would allow her to join Qin Wentian in three months. Her eyes brightened, and she turned to Qin Wentian, who nodded in agreement.

In the midst of this exchange, the Medicine Sovereign couldn't help but feel slightly defeated. Mo Qingcheng had been resistant to his advice, but a single sentence from her boyfriend had resolved the issue effortlessly.

With a resigned tone, he ordered them to go. Mo Qingcheng reluctantly released Qin Wentian's hand and joined her master as they soared away into the sky. Even as they departed, their gazes remained locked, filled with longing. Suddenly, a radiant smile graced Mo Qingcheng's face, captivating the onlookers. Even in parting, she left behind a beautiful smile for Qin Wentian.

The Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign approached, offering protection for Qin Wentian's safety. Qin Wentian agreed and turned to his friends, including Fan Le and the others, asking if they wished to accompany him.

"Of course!" Fan Le exclaimed enthusiastically. The Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign welcomed them to his sect as guests. Qin Wentian's extraordinary status allowed him to bring his friends without any restrictions.

But amidst the farewells, a familiar voice caught Qin Wentian's attention. He looked toward Lin Xian`er, who wore a gentle smile. She reminded him not to forget about her during their brief separation and promised to see him at the Sacred Battle Platform three months from now.

With her words hanging in the air, Lin Xianer gracefully turned and left the area, accompanied by the other members of the Celestial Maiden Sect. Her departure stirred a mixture of emotions among the onlookers, and many cast envious glances at Qin Wentian. Mo Qingcheng's heartfelt farewell had already tugged at their heartstrings, and now, Lin Xianer's words added another layer of complexity to their feelings.

As Lin Xian`er and her companions left, the crowd couldn't help but wonder about the significance of her words. What did it all mean? The atmosphere crackled with curiosity and a touch of jealousy.

The Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign signaled for those from the Battle Sword Sect to prepare to depart. With a wave of his hand, sword qi filled the air, and the experts of the sect stood on beams of sword light, ready to soar through the skies. The journey back to the Battle Sword Sect was about to begin.

Qin Wentian's name hung heavy in the minds of those who watched him leave. The Immortal Martial Realm had been the starting point of his meteoric rise, and the Royal Sacred Region would surely witness his brilliant future. His story had only just begun, and everyone wondered what new chapters awaited him.

As the crowd dispersed and the Immortal Martial City returned to its usual tranquility, one thing remained unchanged—the names engraved on the ranking monument. These names would remain for the next decade, a testament to the accomplishments of those who had participated in the Immortal Martial Realm.

As the last of the onlookers departed, Qin Wentian's name began to echo throughout the Royal Sacred Region, marking the beginning of a new legend.