Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling nodded. As for Daoist Qing Mu's age, he wasn't shocked. For a Golden Core Stage powerhouse, living for a millennium was quite normal, and once one broke through the Golden Core Stage, their lifespan would extend even further.

"I heard from the chief that junior has extraordinary abilities, and seeing you today, it is clear that your reputation is well-deserved. A Golden Core Stage expert in his twenties, such a thing is unprecedented. Even I am considerably ashamed," remarked Daoist Qing Mu.

Daoist Qing Mu wanted to probe Ye Ling's cultivation, but he could only detect that it was at the Golden Core Stage, as for his true level, it was completely undetectable.

That was because as soon as Daoist Qing Mu's divine sense entered Ye Ling's body, it disappeared without a trace, without even causing the slightest ripple.

Hearing Daoist Qing Mu say this, surprise appeared on the faces of the two elders. It turned out that Ye Ling was a Golden Core Stage expert.

They had naturally witnessed Daoist Qing Mu's techniques, which could be described as defying the heavens and beyond imagination, truly the methods of an Immortal, but Ye Ling, a young man in his twenties, also possessed such a formidable cultivation?

"Daoist Qing Mu, you flatter me," said Ye Ling, calling it flattery, yet without a hint of modesty. For Ye Ling, being praised by a Golden Core Stage elder was really nothing to mention.

In the past, no amount of praise from the bigwigs of the Immortal Realm could draw a smile from Ye Ling. There was no way around it, invincibility was lonely indeed.

"Old Dao has itchy hands. I wonder if I could spar with the junior?" Daoist Qing Mu asked with a slight smile.

Ye Ling nodded. He hadn't chosen to lie low; since he was now in the mundane world, he needed sufficient strength to deter everyone. This was also for the sake of a peaceful life in the future.

Desire blazed in the eyes of the two elders—they too wanted to see just how capable Ye Ling's techniques really were.

"Let's go! To the Martial Arts Platform." The two elders gestured grandly.

The Martial Arts Platform was where the protectors of the two elders sparred with one another. Around the platform, a powerful formation was in place to prevent the dispersal of energy, avoiding unnecessary trouble.

They arrived at a spacious area with the Martial Arts Platform standing in the center. Ye Ling felt countless divine senses sweep over the place in an instant, as the strong ones around wanted to witness the fight between Daoist Qing Mu and himself.

Daoist Qing Mu lightly tapped his foot and flew up onto the platform. Ye Ling also smiled slightly and ascended with graceful ease.

As the two stood on the platform, Daoist Qing Mu flicked his wrist, and a three-foot Qingfeng longsword with a faint cold light appeared in his hand, exuding a mighty and compelling masculine energy.

Ye Ling's expression shifted slightly. This Daoist Qing Mu indeed possessed some real strength, his techniques were not bad, at least quite formidable at the Golden Core Stage.

"Do you not have a spiritual artifact, junior?" asked Daoist Qing Mu, seeing Ye Ling empty-handed and without any semblance of guard.

Ye Ling shook his head. "Please proceed, Daoist," he replied. Enjoy new tales from empire

Although Ye Ling's words were not aggressive, Daoist Qing Mu felt a surge of anger. "Alright, young man, I kindly warn you, and you still put on airs. I'll show you what I'm made of."

Whoosh, whoosh, Daoist Qing Mu made his move. His sword violently thrust forward, and its tip suddenly radiated a stupendous bright light, like a rolling sun, brilliant and dazzling.

Ye Ling remained motionless while the sword tip from Daoist Qing Mu already reached in front of him.

"Has the boy been scared stiff? Daoist Qing Mu's strength is the strongest among us, this youngster is young, seems like he has cultivation but no real power."

"Yes, otherwise why would he stand there motionless like a fool, it looks like he's going to lose."

In midair, intertwined divine senses were chattering, none of them optimistic about Ye Ling. After all, he was too young and Daoist Qing Mu was the most powerful in terms of cultivation amongst them.

"Boy, don't pretend to be something you're not! Fight back!" Daoist Qing Mu roared, his voice thunderous.

However, Ye Ling merely smiled faintly. With two fingers, he effortlessly caught the sword that Daoist Qing Mu had fiercely thrust, miraculously holding it between his fingers.

"What! Impossible! How could anyone pinch a Spiritual Artifact with their fingers!"

"This can't be! His body absolutely can't be that strong, this sword will definitely chop off his fingers. Just watch."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Right, there's no way anyone could catch Elder Qing Mu's full-powered strike."

These people conversing through Divine Sense hadn't experienced Ye Ling's strength. Elder Qing Mu's forehead was already sweating, as he unleashed all the roaring Spiritual Power within his body.

"Spread!" Elder Qing Mu bellowed. An astonishing aura surged from within him, rising to the heavens. Behind him, a brilliant sun suddenly appeared, dazzling beyond compare.

"Nine Yang Sword Technique, The Sword Descends at Sunset!"

Boom, Elder Qing Mu's Spiritual Power blazed within him. The formidable force finally shook Ye Ling's fingers apart, his white hair fluttering, stirring without wind, while his robe whistled with the movement.

Thump thump thump, Elder Qing Mu tapped his toes repeatedly, the longsword in his hand striking violently. This sword conjured countless sword shadows, all bombarding Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's expression remained unchanged, "A single sword creating thousands, a decent realm in Sword Dao, but against me, it's still too weak."

Thunderous roars, sword light like thunder, furiously striking at Ye Ling, Elder Qing Mu seemed maddened.

"No matter the myriad techniques, I break them with sheer force!" Ye Ling sneered, his right arm suddenly pulling back, and then he smashed a fierce punch toward Elder Qing Mu, his seven Golden Cores whirring wildly within him.

Strings of Spiritual Power, like a dragon drawing water, were completely absorbed by Ye Ling, his eyes glistening golden, exuding undeniable divine authority.

Boom!

The sword light collided with Ye Ling's fist. Dust filled the sky, but soon settled. A figure stood upright on the dueling platform—it was Ye Ling.

On the other side, Elder Qing Mu knelt on the platform, his eyes void of spirit, having lost without enduring even three moves, defeated by a youth.

All spectators, including the two elders, drew a sharp breath. This guy was too freakish, possessing such incredible strength was simply unimaginable.

"Your Nine Yang Sword Technique is still too immature. Lü Dongbin's Nine Yang Sword Technique is based on masculinity, with the ultimate realm being 'One Sword Unleashes Nine Yangs'. But remember, though the sword is gentlemanly, man encompasses all living creatures."

"You must not be overly fierce, but learn to adapt, and if you can master the balance between advancing and retreating, your swordsmanship will break through."

Ye Ling helped Elder Qing Mu to his feet, who, upon hearing these words, had his eyes light up instantly.

"Young friend, how do you know my swordsmanship is inherited from the ancient master Lü Dongbin?" Elder Qing Mu asked excitedly. No one knew from whom his swordsmanship was inherited.

Ye Ling chuckled lightly, "Lü Dongbin's swordsmanship was all instructed by me. What do you say?"

What!

Elder Qing Mu was utterly shocked, kneeling on the ground: "This junior pays respects to the senior. Please forgive my offenses!"

Elder Qing Mu didn't doubt the truth of Ye Ling's words in the slightest. Moreover, he believed this youth was actually an ancient freak.

Ye Ling shook his head, "No need for such formalities as senior and junior. I am no longer who I once was, so let's converse as equals."

With those words from Ye Ling, Elder Qing Mu's heart churned like tumultuous waves. Could it be that Ye Ling was the reincarnation of an Immortal?