Chapter 1131: Jun Wuming, Sword Wuming (Part 2)
Yun Che actually had little interest in understanding the true Divine Realm. He had not participated in the Xuan Shen Conference to compete for fame, and with his strength, even if he couldn't be called the bottom, he was close. There was no way he could make waves in this competition of all the young geniuses of the Eastern Divine Region. After all, this was not his place, and he had never planned to stay long. He had always thought this way—until today, when a certain attachment had quietly formed in the depths of his heart, one he might not have even realized himself...
Because of Mu Xuanyin.
"Bing Yun Palace Master, what realm has Huo Poyun reached now? You seemed quite surprised earlier," Yun Che asked softly.
"Divine Spirit Realm... Level Seven."
"Ah!?" Mu Bingyun's earlier reaction had prepared him mentally, but her answer still far exceeded Yun Che's expectations, shocking him greatly.
"A Divine Spirit Realm cultivator under half a Jiazi of age—neither the Yan Shen Realm nor our Yin Xue Realm has ever seen such a thing. This includes your master. And not only has Huo Poyun stepped into the Divine Spirit Realm, he is at the late stage." Mu Bingyun's expression was somewhat complicated. "Today's Huo Poyun can already be called astonishing, even in an upper-level star realm, he is considered..." Her voice stopped as her hand grasped the Ice Phoenix Inscribed Jade, a flash of icy light flickering.
"Hehe." The blue-clad old man smiled faintly but no longer blocked her. He stood still in the air, not releasing even a trace of profound energy, yet it seemed as if only his existence remained in the world, even heaven and earth becoming a foil to his presence.
"The profound formation hasn't been activated; it seems we'll have to wait a while," the blue-clad old man murmured. His gaze swept downward and suddenly halted on Huo Poyun. His eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well, finally showed clear ripples. Then he smiled. "Sect Master Huo, this disciple of yours far surpasses you. It seems that in this Xuan Shen Conference, the Yan Shen Realm will surely shine brilliantly."
Huo Rulie was extremely excited and quickly bowed. "To receive such praise from Senior Sword Lord, my unworthy disciple is truly fortunate. But before your successor, my disciple is unworthy of such praise."
The blue-clad old man's gaze then swept over the Ice Phoenix disciples but he did not speak. Beside him, the white-clothed girl's eyes also moved with the old man. When they landed on Huo Poyun, a trace of surprise flickered—but only for a moment. When she swept over the Ice Phoenix disciples, her delicate brows furrowed noticeably, then returned to cold indifference, expressionless.
"Lei'er, let us wait for a moment."
The ethereal voice fell, and the blue figure descended, the young girl following closely, an ancient sword slung over her back, standing proudly in the wind and snow.