dtnovels Chapter 567 - 399: Naming the Blade 1, Shocking the Southern War Zone—No One in the World Surpasses a Senior Expert!
Chapter 567 - 399: Naming the Blade 1, Shocking the Southern War Zone—No One in the World Surpasses a Senior Expert!
"Su Mu, you will lead the Ye family’s grand banquet this time."
Su Mu was slightly stunned. He remembered there was a commander from the War Zone Headquarters traveling with him, so why was he suddenly in charge? However, these were minor details. Moreover, being the leader would make it easier to help Huangfu Xue fight people if necessary, so he immediately agreed.
"Yes, Marshal Qian."
"And one more thing, after you return from the Ye family’s banquet, the military competition will be near. At that time, Marshal Yue and I will give you a big surprise."
The call ended quickly.
A big surprise?
Su Mu became even more puzzled. Marshal Qian, or rather the military men from the war zone, were usually straightforward people. Why was everything so mysterious this time? It didn’t quite fit their usual style.
Moreover, during this call, Marshal Qian didn’t ask as Su Mu had anticipated, about the Phantom Demon and the Beast Demon Fenrir. The explanations he prepared in advance were of no use.
"Forget it, by the time I calculate, the Ye family’s banquet is tomorrow. Let’s head to the Ye family first."
He stepped out of the cultivation room.
A gentle woman dressed in a qipao approached.
"Mr. Su, Miss Qi has prepared a plane for you. It’s parked on the roof and ready to depart at any time."
"Good, let’s set off then."
Before long, the helicopter crossed Shanhai Pass and arrived at the Imperial Capital.
"We’ll stop here. You can head back first."
"Yes, Mr. Su."
Su Mu took a taxi alone to the Myriad Leaves Mountain Range. Through the car window in the distance, he saw the silhouette of a majestic city resembling a giant dragon within the Myriad Leaves Mountain Range, and his eyes flashed with amazement.
At the foot of the Myriad Leaves Mountain Range, the city walls towered a hundred meters high, stretching endlessly—a mighty city. If this were ancient times, it would rival a powerful feudal lord, practically a country within a country.
"Huaxia’s Imperial Capital has built a mighty city. Truly worthy of a top-tier martial arts family, so impressive."
Su Mu mused to himself.
"Young man, this is your first time seeing Ye City, isn’t it?"
"Yes, it’s my first time coming here."
The driver, clearly a friendly type, began enthusiastically introducing everything, from the important figures who would soon arrive at Huaxia, to martial artists from Western countries.
"I suppose you’re a martial artist. If you’re going to Ye City, you should check out the Ye family’s Junlin Pavilion. If you can pass the challenges, you might acquire the Ye family’s top-grade martial arts, top-grade weapons, or even join the Ye family."
"It’s said that within it lies the martial arts legacy of the Ye family’s ancestors, who were among the first generation of Martial Saints. But that’s just hearsay—I’ve never been there. However, the Junlin Pavilion has nine floors, and no one has ever reached the top."
The driver suddenly lowered his voice.
"It’s rumored—just a rumor—that several contemporary Martial Saints once attempted it and also failed."
"Recently, many martial artists have been trying to pass the tests. If you’re interested, you should give it a shot."
Junlin Pavilion, the legacy of the first generation of Martial Saints!
Even contemporary Martial Saints failed?
And more than just one?
Upon hearing this, Su Mu’s eyes brightened, and his heart was stirred. Since the banquet hadn’t started yet, there was no rush to fight. He had time now to take a look.
"Great, thanks for letting me know."
As he got off the taxi, Su Mu left a small bag of top-grade spirit stones.
Opposite Junlin Pavilion, in a roadside restaurant by the window, an old man reeking of alcohol, with tattered patched clothes and messy hair, was pouring wine into his mouth.
Beside this drunkard, a girl with pigtails, her hands on her cheeks, tilted her head to look at the Junlin Pavilion across, surrounded by throngs of people all around. After the sixth floor of Junlin Pavilion, whenever someone successfully passes a level, a corresponding phenomenon appears in the sky, making it easy to distinguish.
"Drunkard senior, it’s been days, why hasn’t anyone reached the top, not even the eighth floor? I wanted to see what phenomenon appears on the eighth floor."
"Heh heh, reaching the top? Wishful thinking. The legacy of the Ye family ancestor is not so easily attained. He was one of the original followers of the Great Sage and should be the third Martial Saint if counted by the time of sainthood."
"I understand now, it must be because you, drunkard senior, couldn’t reach the top yourself, that’s why you say this. I don’t believe it, maybe someone will make it."
The drunkard’s already flushed face from drinking turned even redder at these words. He snorted.
"You little girl, let me tell you, there’s no so-called ninth floor in Junlin Pavilion, so what’s this talk of reaching the top? Once you step inside, you’ve actually already failed."
"Drunkard senior, how do you know so much? Could it be that you also failed?"
The pigtail-braided girl turned her head to look, the silver bell adorning her hair jingling melodiously.