Supreme of the Heavenly Realm-Chapter 655 - 649 Moni Saint

The lecturer at today’s martial arts lecture was a highly respected elder from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, named Moni Saint.

The knowledge imparted by Moni Saint closely resembled Buddhist and Daoist teachings. Numerous disciples sat cross-legged in the plaza, quietly seeking enlightenment.

Buddhist teachings are profound and difficult to comprehend, however, Moni Saint didn’t only lecture on Buddhism; his Holy Dao included more than just Buddhist teachings. As the saying goes, "All great paths lead to the Heavenly Realm, the road to becoming a deity." Many Holy Daos are actually interconnected; understanding one is akin to understanding another.

Buddhist mantras, the grand path of Buddhism—Ye Xuan had no interest in them and had not studied them in his previous life. This time, listening to Moni Saint’s lecture, he felt as if a gate of understanding had suddenly opened.

After the lecture concluded, Moni Saint divided all the new disciples into dozens of small groups for sparring and discussion, so they would get to know one another. This was also considered an essential part of the initiation for new disciples.

"Ye Xuan, right? I’ve heard that you’re the top newcomer of this year from the sect, but I don’t accept it. Do you dare to accept my challenge?" Before Ye Xuan even chose an opponent, someone actively sought him out to issue a challenge.

In his line of sight was a beautiful woman with skin as white and flawless as jade and a perfect figure, graceful and lithe. Her head was adorned with colorful glass crystals, and without even using a cultivation technique, the moisture in the air gathered around her, making her appear exceptionally saintly, like a pure and immaculate lotus floating in the water.

"It’s Tang Xinlian, a direct descendant of the Saintly family, the Tang family, whose cultivation has already reached the Half-Saint Realm, and she has cultivated her limbs into a Sacred Body."

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Tang Xinlian’s face showed great pride; she had never seen Ye Xuan fight others, so naturally, she didn’t know how strong he was.

But she believed in her own strength.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never lost a single bout among her peers, so she naturally did not acknowledge anyone’s superiority.

The title of top newcomer might just be a name, but historically it belonged only to the king among new disciples. She didn’t recognize Ye Xuan’s position as the king.

After all, enjoying the title of top newcomer meant others were beneath you, overshadowed and suppressed by your brilliance—a situation many proud geniuses couldn’t tolerate. Tang Xinlian was naturally among them.

Ye Xuan glanced at Tang Xinlian and had to admit that the woman was extremely beautiful, with facial features precise and delicate, and a figure enchanting. Especially the fair skin revealed outside her clothes—smooth as suet, so delicate it seemed it might break at a touch.

"I am not any top newcomer. If you’re interested, the title is yours." Ye Xuan cast a glance her way and then averted his gaze, speaking indifferently.

Tang Xinlian huffed coldly, somewhat annoyed. Firstly, it was due to Ye Xuan’s tone, and secondly, it was over Ye Xuan’s gaze—he had only given her a single glance, without properly acknowledging her.

"Self-proclaimed titles are not coveted. Ye Xuan, cut the talk. If you are a man, draw your sword and battle me now."

"I am not obligated to accept everyone’s challenge," Ye Xuan shook his head. He knew that after becoming this so-called top newcomer, there would definitely be many new disciples wanting to challenge him. He had no obligation to accept all these challenges.

"You’re just afraid to fight me! You fear losing to me and thus losing your top newcomer title," Tang Xinlian taunted deliberately.

"Junior Sister Tang is right, it seems to me that Ye Xuan is afraid he’ll lose, which is why he dares not fight you," a mocking voice sounded with a sardonic tone.

Ye Xuan looked towards the source of the voice and saw another man who looked rather effeminate. He was also a member of a Saintly family, named Leng Qianxing.

A man in yellow standing beside Leng Qianxing, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light, laughed and said, "Miss Tang’s strength is extraordinary, known as a rarity seen once in a hundred years. Her cultivation is very powerful, and countless Half-Saints have fallen to her. Perhaps Ye Xuan really isn’t her match."

This man in yellow was also from a Saintly family. These young members of Saintly families, even when they arrived at the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, often stuck together, looking down on disciples like Ye Xuan who came from humble backgrounds.

If Tang Xinlian could defeat Ye Xuan and take the title of top newcomer, it would be more than ideal. Moreover, by using the battle between Tang Xinlian and Ye Xuan, even if she lost, there would be no loss for these people.

Hearing these words, Tang Xinlian became even more arrogant and revealed a mocking smile. "So, the so-called king of the new generation is just a coward, truly disappointing."

"You can say whatever you want."

Ye Xuan looked utterly unconcerned.

"Since you’re too afraid to clash with me, from now on, stop claiming to be the king of the new generation in front of others," Tang Xinlian said somewhat angrily.

"Did I ever claim to be the king of the new generation? I’ve already said, if you want to be the new king, by all means, take it," Ye Xuan said indifferently.

"Damn it! You’ll fight today, whether you like it or not. Take this!"

With a swish, Tang Xinlian flicked her jade fingers, channeling True Yuan, and drew her treasured sword from her waist. She thrust the sword, and a purple Sword Qi shot out like a long rainbow piercing through the air.

Since words could not provoke Ye Xuan into action, she had no choice but to force his hand.

At any cost, she must fight Ye Xuan today. Only by defeating him could she have a chance to become the king of the new generation of disciples.

Ye Xuan stood still, frowning slightly as he slightly raised the treasured sword in his hand, blocking the long rainbow-like Sword Qi. The Sword Qi shattered, and the Qi Force burst forth in all directions, hitting the stone slabs of the square and leaving behind sharp sword marks.

"Moonfall, Starsink!"

Tang Xinlian leaped and thrust a sword stroke that cut through the air towards Ye Xuan’s brow.

The Sword Qi was like a shooting star, like a falling moon, incredibly splendid.

Ye Xuan appeared calm and composed, casually waving his hand, and the Rain Saint Sword slashed out.

"Whoosh!"

What seemed like a casual strike carried a profound and unparalleled Sword Dao Realm. It was as if a light rain started in the air, and the sword shadows were countless and varied, transforming unpredictably.

That single slash instantly broke Tang Xinlian’s splendid sword move.

"Stars Holding Up the Moon!"

Seeing her swordsmanship broken, Tang Xinlian immediately performed her second move. Her swordsmanship remained incredibly splendid, soaring more than ten meters into the air, she brandished the sword with both hands, fiercely chopping down, leaving behind trails of star-like brilliance.

Emitting a piercing sword cry, the sword became immensely large, dozens of meters in length, as if it wanted to tear the earth apart.

Ye Xuan still remained unfazed, stepping forward. The Rain Saint Sword twirled, casting forth spreading sword shadows that easily dispersed Tang Xinlian’s technique once more.

"Empty reputation is but an external object, why value it so much? Is your pursuit of the Sword Dao merely for fame and profit?"

Ye Xuan calmly spoke, dispersing the Sword Qi.

"Enough with your nonsense. If one is not competitive, how can they be worthy of being a swordsman, you coward!"

Tang Xinlian’s long sword quivered, moving with fierce sword momentum that enveloped Ye Xuan as if even the space itself was compressed by the Sword Qi.

"Where there is power, fame and fortune will naturally follow, unbidden. You abandon the essence for the shadow, your vision is too short-sighted," Ye Xuan shook his head. A person with great strength doesn’t have to strive competitively to gain fame and fortune. Fame and fortune are nothing but a coat over the body of true power.

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