Chapter 90.2
Upon hearing this, everyone present was in an uproar.
Not because of the young man in white’s arrogance and haughtiness.
Pavilion Master Wang’s expression also instantly darkened.
Everyone present was intimidated, and Pavilion Master Wang, a formidable Divine Sea realm expert, remained silent.
The Eighth Prince shifted his stance, allowing the young man in white to stand in the most prominent position, and proudly announced:
“This senior brother is the closed-door disciple of the Hanging Sword Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, Feng Yi!”
Hearing this, everyone present gasped in astonishment.
“The Hanging Sword Elder is a peak Spirit Seed realm sword master, said to be just one step away from entering the Nascent Soul realm. He is known to be invincible within the Spirit Seed realm. This young man is actually the closed-door disciple of the Hanging Sword Elder…”
“The Hanging Sword Elder is the second strongest in the Spirit Sword Sect. His closed-door disciple will at least become a sect elder in the future. Princess Ziwei has really hit a snag this time!”
Among the crowd, someone recognized Xiao Minghuang and spoke up.
“Setting aside his status, True Disciple Feng’s strength alone has already reached the peak of the Qi Refining realm. Although Princess Ziwei is also at the peak of the Qi Refining realm, her strength may not necessarily surpass that of a True Disciple from the Spirit Sword Sect.”
The people present nodded in agreement. Disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were known for their focus on combat, and within the same realm, they had few rivals. Moreover, as a True Disciple, it would likely be effortless for him to defeat opponents of higher realms.
As for Princess Ziwei, since her debut, there had been no notable achievements attributed to her.
While everyone whispered among themselves, Feng Yi let out a cold snort, and the entire hall instantly fell silent.
His gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Xiao Minghuang, and a playful smile appeared on his face as he said:
“I’ve heard that you are the Ninth Princess of Xia… Oh, right, now you’ve been given the title of Princess Ziwei. It seems the Emperor of Xia holds you in high regard!”
“So what if I am?”
Xiao Minghuang’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. She always felt that Feng Yi had ulterior motives.
Thus, she summoned her system panel, and Feng Yi’s information appeared before her eyes.
【Name: Feng Yi】
【Realm: Peak of Qi Refining】
【Fate: Divine Eye of Discernment (Purple), Sword Prodigy (Blue)】
【Born with a divine eye that sees through illusions, reaching the essence of all things. No restriction, seal, shackle, or formation can hide from its gaze. Sword Prodigy, mastering sword techniques with half the effort.】
Seeing Feng Yi’s panel, Xiao Minghuang’s brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, as if she had overlooked some important information.
At this moment, Feng Yi’s gaze shifted and finally landed on Lin Wanqiu. After sizing her up for a moment, he quietly asked the Eighth Prince beside him:
“Who is the girl in red standing next to Princess Ziwei?”
Hearing this, the Eighth Prince replied:
“She is the daughter of the Beiyang City Lord, Lin Wanqiu.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Yi’s eyes narrowed, and his arrogant expression gradually faded, replaced by a faint smile.
He was born with the Divine Eye of Discernment, capable of seeing through any constitution or seal with ease.
Originally, he had just come out for a casual stroll, but unexpectedly, he first encountered a spiritual source containing an innate divine object, and then met Lin Wanqiu, who possessed the yet-to-awaken Innate Lunar Spirit Body.
If he could obtain this woman and cultivate with her, he would undoubtedly be able to rapidly increase his cultivation. In the future, it might even be possible for him to defeat his senior brother and compete for the position of Young Sect Master.
Feng Yi looked at Lin Wanqiu and grinned, saying:
“I am Feng Yi, the closed-door disciple of the Hanging Sword Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect. I would like to get to know Miss Lin. Would you grant me the honor?”
“No interest.”
Lin Wanqiu replied indifferently.
Feng Yi’s gaze hardened, and his brows furrowed. He took a deep breath and continued:
“Miss Lin, I observe that your bone structure is extraordinary, and your talent is exceptional. You could join the Spirit Sword Sect, and I could recommend you to become a True Disciple directly.”
“The Spirit Sword Sect is a place you should be familiar with. It is the number one sect in the southern region, and the cultivation resources, techniques, and martial arts it possesses are far beyond what a small country like Xia can offer. I advise Miss Lin to consider this carefully.”
Faced with this speech, Lin Wanqiu didn’t even bother to respond, merely saying indifferently:
“No interest. Please do not bring it up again.”
These words struck the ears of those present, leaving an even more unpleasant taste.
In broad daylight, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect was openly trying to poach a genius martial artist from Great Xia. This was a blatant disregard for the dignity of the mighty Xia Empire!
“Alas! Although Great Xia can dominate among the thirty-six nations, it cannot compare to the three great sects, let alone the foremost of them, the Spirit Sword Sect.”
The Eighth Prince showed no shame or sorrow in his lament. Knowing he had no hope of ascending the throne, he had long since joined the Spirit Sword Sect as a low-ranking outer disciple.
This time, as Feng Yi ventured out on his travels, the Eighth Prince planned to serve this esteemed Spirit Sword Sect disciple with utmost comfort, hoping for a future favor. Even if he couldn’t become a True Disciple, becoming an inner disciple was a sure thing.
Having been publicly rejected twice in a row, Feng Yi sneered, his anger rising, but he had no intention of causing a scene here.
It was true that he wanted to obtain the Innate Yin Spirit Body, but there was no need to seize it by force in public.
As a prodigy of a great sect, he had plenty of means to make a mere woman from a small family yield.
But this spirit source, he was determined to have.
As he pondered, Feng Yi strode toward the spirit source.
“One hundred thousand spirit stones, this spirit source is mine.”
But just as he was about to store the spirit source in his pouch, a powerful surge of spiritual energy pushed him back, nearly knocking him off his feet.
Startled, Feng Yi quickly steadied himself and turned to see Xiao Minghuang standing with her sleeves folded, her pupils gleaming with a sharp, blade-like golden light.
Feng Yi’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected that the princess of a small nation like Xia would dare to block him. How audacious!
After all, even the Emperor of Xia was a generation below his master!
His voice icy with anger, he demanded:
“Princess Ziwei, what are you doing?”
Xiao Minghuang replied calmly:
“I said, I’ve already bought this spirit source. You’re too late.”
Hearing this, Feng Yi trembled with rage, his face contorted with fury.
He never imagined that the princess of Xia would show him such disrespect. This was utterly intolerable!
As a closed-door disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, he couldn’t believe he was being humiliated by a mere princess of Xia!
“Princess Ziwei, do you dare to face me in a duel on the arena?”
Feng Yi’s voice was cold, each word dripping with menace.
He didn’t want to give up the divine treasure within the spirit source.
Moreover, he wanted to teach this ignorant princess a lesson, to show her just how powerful a disciple of a great sect truly was.
She, a mere princess of a small nation, had no right to offend him!
Hearing this, Xiao Minghuang frowned slightly, displeased. Why was this man insisting on a duel with her?
Such a trivial matter was beneath her. It was a waste of both time and energy.
Xiao Minghuang shook her head:
“I’m not interested.”
Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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