Free Web NovelChapter 660: Chapter 659: Farewell, Chu Zhongtian!
The white-haired elder sneered, "Kid, do you have any idea what kind of status Medicine King Valley has? It’s exceedingly difficult to make Medicine King Valley owe you a favor! How could a measly four-star Grandmaster like you possibly manage that?"
They simply didn’t believe Lin Xuan’s words. Lin Xuan couldn’t be bothered to explain and strode directly toward Medicine King Valley. It looked like he intended to walk right in.
Seeing this, the white-haired elder’s expression changed. "Is this kid insane? Trespassing in Medicine King Valley is a death sentence!"
Wei Dashan’s face fell when he heard this, and he quickly shouted, "Young Master Lin, come back! Don’t be reckless!"
The others also turned to look. Seeing someone rush toward Medicine King Valley without kneeling, they were all bewildered.
"Who is that kid? How dare he trespass in Medicine King Valley?"
"Doesn’t he know that intruders are killed on sight?"
"Such utter foolishness. He really doesn’t know his own limits."
"He’s doomed."
"It’s not just him. His family and sect will have thoroughly offended Medicine King Valley because of this. They can probably forget about ever getting any Spirit Medicine from them for the rest of their lives."
Hearing this, Wei Dashan grew even more anxious and once again yelled for Lin Xuan to return.
At his side, however, Wei Yingying said, "Brother, stop worrying about him. If he gets us implicated, we’re done for."
Wei Dashan sighed and shook his head heavily. He had originally thought Lin Xuan was just a braggart, but he never expected the man to be so outrageously bold. This was probably going to cause a massive disaster.
Just as Lin Xuan was about to step into Medicine King Valley, another group of people rushed over from a distance. There were quite a few of them, and their arrival was accompanied by a booming voice.
"Chu Zhongtian, Prospective Saint Heir of the Primal Holy Land, requests an audience with the Medicine King Valley Master!"
Hearing this, the crowd erupted.
"What? People from the Primal Holy Land are here!"
"And it’s the Prospective Saint Heir himself!"
"This is unbelievable!"
"You have to understand, a Prospective Saint Heir is a genius of the highest caliber. His status is even greater than that of a Holy Land elder."
"I can’t believe such a personage has arrived."
Everyone turned to look and saw a tall, handsome man striding toward them.
Is that the Prospective Saint Heir? The crowd gazed up in admiration.
Wei Yingying’s face was filled with envy. He can definitely get into Medicine King Valley. If only we knew the Prospective Saint Heir, we could follow him inside.
Beside her, Wei Dashan gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. "Sister, stop dreaming. How could we possibly know someone of his level? He’s a top-tier prodigy! His status is higher than a Holy Land elder’s! Forget about us; even the Clan Leader of our Wei Family isn’t qualified to know him."
Wei Yingying sighed at his words.
But just then, Lin Xuan casually remarked, "I know him."
Hearing this, Wei Dashan was stunned. Wei Yingying was stunned. The white-haired guide was also stunned. They never imagined Lin Xuan would know such a high-level figure.
Soon, however, Wei Yingying rolled her eyes. "You really love to boast, don’t you? You’ve been boasting from the moment we met."
When she first met Lin Xuan, he had claimed that Demon Beasts would go out of their way to avoid him. Then he boasted that he could protect the Wei Family. Now he was claiming to know the Prospective Saint Heir. This kid was nothing but a blowhard.
She said disdainfully, "You’re just a four-star Grandmaster. How could you possibly know the Prospective Saint Heir?"
Wei Dashan was also alarmed and quickly added, "Young Master Lin, don’t say such things! You could offend him! We can’t afford to get on the wrong side of someone of his stature."
Lin Xuan just scoffed. "So what if I offend him? He’s just someone I’ve already defeated. What can he do to me?"
At these words, Wei Dashan was dumbfounded. Wei Yingying was dumbfounded. The white-haired guide’s eyes went wide.
Heavens! What had they just heard? The Prospective Saint Heir of the Primal Holy Land was someone Lin Xuan had defeated? Was that true?
"That’s complete nonsense!" Wei Yingying snapped, finally losing her temper. "Will you die if you don’t boast?"
Wei Dashan also tried to persuade him. "Young Master Lin, I’m begging you, please stop bragging. We really can’t afford to offend the Prospective Saint Heir."
The white-haired elder also rolled his eyes. When he had heard Lin Xuan confidently declare he knew the Prospective Saint Heir, he had almost believed him. But now, hearing this new claim, he realized the young man was just full of hot air. How could he possibly defeat the Prospective Saint Heir?
But Lin Xuan was telling the truth, for this Prospective Saint Heir was Chu Zhongtian. He had indeed defeated Chu Zhongtian before. He just hadn’t expected that after joining the Primal Holy Land, Chu Zhongtian would be made a Prospective Saint Heir. It seemed the Primal Holy Land thought very highly of him. But so what? Even as a Prospective Saint Heir, he was still a loser that he had defeated.
「On the other side」
Chu Zhongtian led a group of experts toward the valley entrance. He announced in a resonant voice that echoed in all directions, "I am Chu Zhongtian, Prospective Saint Heir of the Primal Holy Land, requesting an audience with the Medicine King Valley Master!"
Soon, a man walked out from Medicine King Valley. He looked at Chu Zhongtian and said, "I’m sorry, but our valley is not receiving any outsiders at the moment. Prospective Saint Heir, please return."
Chu Zhongtian’s brow furrowed. They weren’t giving him any face at all. How outrageous! These days, his star was on the rise; he could get whatever he wanted. He originally thought that joining a Holy Land would mean he’d start as an ordinary disciple. But to his surprise, the ’Trifecta Origin’ inheritance he possessed was an extremely heaven-defying one. Upon joining, the Holy Land had immediately appointed him as the Prospective Saint Heir.
His status had undergone a seismic shift, placing him far above other geniuses. Even ordinary elders had to treat him with the utmost respect. This made Chu Zhongtian ecstatic.
Haha, Lin Xuan, so what if I lost to you? You’re just a nobody with no future. And me? I am now a peerless prodigy, a being that everyone looks up to!
After becoming a Prospective Saint Heir, Chu Zhongtian finally understood what it meant to be second to only one man yet above all others. No one dared to refuse any of his requests. Now, he needed a precious Spirit Medicine to cultivate his Trifecta Origin. This Spirit Medicine was extremely rare in the outside world, but he had heard that Medicine King Valley possessed it, so he had brought his men here. In his view, with his status, the Medicine King Valley Master should have come out to greet him personally. But not only did the Valley Master fail to appear, the valley even refused him entry.
Truly outrageous. Chu Zhongtian’s face darkened, and he was about to lose his temper when a Holy Land Disciple beside him advised, "Prospective Saint Heir, we shouldn’t rashly offend Medicine King Valley. It’s a mysterious and powerful faction. Many Holy Lands have sought their help before."
"I understand," Chu Zhongtian nodded. He suppressed his anger and spoke again. "I came here this time to obtain a Ten-Thousand-Year Vermilion Fruit. I am willing to offer a sixth-grade Spiritual Artifact in exchange."
The surrounding martial artists gasped.
"What? A sixth-grade weapon!"
"Heavens, what a generous offer!"
"As expected of the Prospective Saint Heir of the Primal Holy Land. What a grand gesture."
A sixth-grade Spiritual Artifact was a Martial Emperor’s weapon. It was absolutely priceless. Even some prominent families and sects didn’t possess one.
Wei Dashan and Wei Yingying gasped. Although their family had a Martial Emperor and even a sixth-grade weapon, it was an extremely precious treasure that they would never even consider trading. Yet now, Chu Zhongtian was casually offering one as payment. It just went to show how grand his resources were and how deep the Holy Land’s foundation ran.
Wei Yingying grew even more envious. If we had that kind of status and those kinds of resources, would we still be kneeling here? We could have surely traded for the Spirit Medicine directly.
However, the disciple from Medicine King Valley simply shook his head. "I’m sorry, our valley isn’t trading Spirit Medicines at the moment. Prospective Saint Heir, please go back."
What?
The words caused an uproar. Rejected! Medicine King Valley actually refused!
Wei Yingying was dumbfounded. She had been so sure he would succeed, but she never expected him to be rejected. This Medicine King Valley was far too arrogant. They weren’t even tempted by a sixth-grade weapon. It was over. They probably had no chance of getting the Spirit Medicine now.
Chu Zhongtian’s face turned grim. He had been rejected again. How infuriating! Since becoming a Prospective Saint Heir, when had he ever suffered such a slight? He wanted to explode with rage, but the Holy Land Disciple at his side once again advised, "Let it go, Prospective Saint Heir. Since they are unwilling to trade, let’s look elsewhere. The world is vast; there must be another Ten-Thousand-Year Vermilion Fruit somewhere."
Up ahead, the Medicine King Valley disciple turned to leave after speaking. Chu Zhongtian gritted his teeth in fury, but he couldn’t make a move against Medicine King Valley. He prepared to leave.
Just then, another figure started walking forward.
The people around were all stunned.
"Who the hell is that? How dare he walk straight into Medicine King Valley?"
"Didn’t he see that even the Prospective Saint Heir didn’t dare to enter directly?"
"This person is far too audacious!"
The group from the Primal Holy Land was also taken aback. Someone was being even more brazen than them, trying to force their way in. That was a direct offense to Medicine King Valley! Even the Primal Holy Land didn’t dare offend them, yet someone else did? Was this person tired of living?
They all looked over and saw a young man, not even twenty years old, walking forward.
"Who is that?"
"A mere four-star Grandmaster dares to trespass in Medicine King Valley? He’s truly courting death."
"It’s him!" When Chu Zhongtian saw the person, his pupils shrank.
Isn’t that Lin Xuan? What is he doing here?
His mind went blank. He couldn’t understand how Lin Xuan could have possibly gotten here. But seeing Lin Xuan trespass into Medicine King Valley, Chu Zhongtian sneered inwardly. He’s a dead man.
