Heavenly Emperor of Myriad Realms

"Of course, the sect will not allow you to contribute in vain."

Cai Yuanhu added, "Even if we fail in the end, the sect will still offer thirty thousand gold and three hundred Soul Concentrating Pills as compensation to those who come to participate in the competition."

"What if he obtains the final placing?"

Zhou Qing asked without changing his expression.

This kid's cultivation wasn't high, but his tone wasn't small!

Cai Yuanhu paused for a moment before saying, "Those who obtain the final entry will be given eighty thousand gold and five hundred Soul Concentrating Pills as a reward. They can also join the Ancient Tablet Sect and become its core disciples."

"If you can make it into the top four of the ranking competition, in addition to the reward of two hundred thousand gold and a thousand Soul Concentrating Pills, you can also obtain a placing in the Spirit Transformation Pool to temper your body. Furthermore, you can choose to become the direct disciple of the Sect Leader!"

Even Zhou Qing was surprised by Cai Yuanhu's words.

The entrance of the ancient monument, what a grand gesture!

"Young Master Song, if you agree, you can leave now and return with me to the Ancient Tablet Sect."

Cai Yuanhu stared at Zhou Qing, waiting for his answer.

Zhou Qing pondered for a while and revealed a troubled expression. "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that …" "Patriarch Cai, you should know about my relationship with the Lan family, right?"

Cai Yuanhu laughed heartily.

"Of course I know. Young Master Song's hero has appeared. He stole their Blood Bodhi in front of the Lan family's five mages. Even I admire him greatly!"

After a pause, Cai Yuanhu said seriously, "Don't worry, Young Master Song. If you can obtain the final entry, the Ancient Tablet Temple will protect you. The Lan family will not dare to act rashly."

"Then I will go with Patriarch Cai."

Hearing this, Zhou Qing did not hesitate and nodded his head in agreement.

The Lan family knew that the incident at the Thousand Devils Cave was also their doing. If their whereabouts were found out, the Lan family would be furious, and mages would definitely come to their aid.

Although he had been chased by Old Demon Feng before, he couldn't guarantee that he would be like this every single time.

However, if they had the protection of the Ancient Tablet Sect, the big trouble that was the Lan Clan could be considered a temporary solution.

However, this way, they would have to obtain the final entry for the Ancient Tablet Sect!

"Young Master Song is straightforward. Let's move out later!"

Seeing that Zhou Qing had agreed, Cai Yuanhu did not dawdle and immediately made a decision.

Moments later, the two of them left White Ridge City. Cai Yuanhu and Zhou Qing flew towards the direction of the ancient monument.

Ten Weir City, at the entrance of the ancient monument.

"Father, why didn't you directly let me participate in the Spirit Condensation Competition?"

In the meeting hall, a young girl dressed in a red gown, whose curves were captivating, asked coldly with a tense face as she stared at the middle-aged man beside her.

The middle-aged man in black robe had both hands behind his back. He had a dignified appearance and a resolute face, but his face was slightly sickly pale.

This person was the Sect Leader of the Ancient Tablet Martial School, Su Mu!

"Leng'Er, it's not that Father doesn't want you to go."

He smiled bitterly and said: "This ranking tournament is extremely important. Once we succeed, the sect will be able to leap into the sky and obtain more cultivation resources as a result. But if we fail, we'll have to wait another five years. "

"How many more years can we wait … "Cough, cough …"

At the end of his sentence, Su Mu suddenly coughed twice. His face became paler and gloomier.

"Father, your body …"

A trace of worry appeared on Su Leng's beautiful face when she saw this.

"It's fine."

Su Mu sighed and waved his hand.

"Father, your body is unwell, so don't participate in the Spirit Realm competition yourself … "Let me fight in the Solidified Soul Realm competition. I am confident that I can enter the top four!"

A trace of stubbornness appeared within Su Leng's beautiful eyes as she said seriously.

"You've stepped into the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm at the age of twenty, and your talent is much greater than Father's. Father naturally knows this as well."

Su Mu looked at his daughter with a doting expression in his eyes. However, he immediately shook his head: "However, there is someone stronger than you in the Lan family!"

"Lan Ningfei of the Lan family is only six years older than you. He has already stepped half a foot into the late stage of the Spirit Realm."

"Third brother of the Lan family, Lan Ning, although he was the same age as you, his Navy Tide Sword Style was extremely fierce. He killed many experts of the same rank many times, and was even ranked in the top fifty of the Demon Hunt Squad Rankings."

"Leng'er, it is not that father looks down on you. Merely, compared to these people, you are still too young and immature."

Su Leng's beautiful face flushed slightly red. After a long while, she finally said unwillingly, "That's still better than the outsider that you found."

"I heard from Elder Cai that you actually wanted to find a middle stage Soul Formation brat …" Could it be that I can't even compare to him? "

"Leng'Er, do not underestimate anyone!"

Su Mu glared at his daughter. With a harsh tone, he said, "The brat you speak of is called Song Changqing. He is indeed in the middle stage of the Soul Formation stage, but his battle achievements are far more dazzling than yours."

"He used eight days to complete nearly forty Earth grade Demon Hunt Squad missions and obtained the title of 'Berserker with Points'. Can you do that?"

"He once snatched Xue Buti from the Lan Family under the watchful eyes of dozens of Condensing Reality Realm and five powerful mages and escaped under the hands of a peak Spirit Realm expert … Can you do it? "

"Earlier on, he killed ten people at the peak of the Spirit Condensation realm in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave. Zhang Yong was among them … Father remembers that when you fought with Zhang Yong last time, you lost, right? "

Su Leng was stunned, but when she heard the last sentence, her beautiful face instantly flushed as red as an apple, and after holding it in for a long while, she finally shouted in an unresigned voice. "I don't believe it!" Maybe he was lucky and took advantage of the situation? "

Su Mu sighed and shook his head.

He was extremely clear about his daughter. Other than her beautiful appearance, she was just like a boy.

After pondering for a moment, Su Mu suddenly spoke, "Elder Cai will bring him back to the sect today. Tomorrow morning, the ten selected people will be competing in the martial arts arena for the final spot.

After saying this, he did not stay any longer and turned to leave the meeting hall.

Su Leng stood on the spot and lightly clenched her delicate fist. After being silent for a moment, she suddenly spoke in a low voice that was filled with hatred.

"Song Changqing... I want to see just how strong he is compared to me! "

The Ten Weir City where the Ancient Tablet Gate was located wasn't too far away from the White Ridge City. Cai Yuanhu and Zhou Qing flew for four hours before reaching their destination.

Zhou Qing followed Cai Yuanhu into the city. After walking for another incense stick of time, they finally stopped in front of a towering stone monument in the middle of the city.

This stone tablet was black in color and was over 100 feet tall. Its entire body was filled with an ancient aura that seemed to be from time immemorial.

On the stone tablet, there were three bold and powerful golden words: "Ancient Tablet Gate".

Zhou Qing raised his head and looked at it with rapt attention.

These three golden words were imposingly carved, with silver strokes and iron hooks. Each of these strokes exuded a sharp, sharp aura.

Earlier on, he had some understanding of the entrance of the ancient monument, hence he knew of this stone monument.

This monolith had existed for more than five hundred years, and was known as the ancient monolith sect's founder, the Hidden Cloud Crane.

It was very normal for a true expert to possess this sort of aura.

In front of them, was an extremely wide and imposing gate. In front of the crimson red gate, there were four disciples of the Ancient Tablet Sect wearing black robes standing guard.

Following behind Cai Yuanhu, Zhou Qing was allowed to pass through without any problems.

After passing through the gate, a fifty foot wide bluestone path appeared in front of him, leading straight into the depths of the ancient monument.

On both sides of the bluestone path, ancient trees towered into the sky. There was also a vast martial arts practice field, a Scripture Pavilion, and rows upon rows of residential buildings …

As far as the eye could see, the size of the Ancient Tablet Gate was comparable to the residences of the Four Great Clans!

"Let's go to the council chamber."

Cai Yuanhu led Zhou Qing along the bluestone path. After walking for about half an incense's time, they entered a magnificent and magnificent hall.

The instant he stepped into the great hall, dozens of gazes turned over. Zhou Qing inclined his head, his expression indifferent as he swept his gaze over the crowd.

There were nine cultivators wearing different clothes, and their gazes were all more or less filled with aggression. Their auras were all at the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm, so they should be the nine experts of the same cultivation level that were found by the Ancient Tablet Gate.

Zhou Qing didn't mind. His gaze lingered on two of them for a moment.

The first person was a white-robed scholar around the age of twenty-five. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was handsome and had a faint smile on his face the entire time. His aura was the strongest amongst them all.

The second person was a youth with long hair draped over his shoulders. His expression was cold and he held a crescent moon blade in his hand. His entire body emitted a faint evil aura.

After he paid a little attention to the two of them, Zhou Qing's brow furrowed as he looked at a young girl wearing a red robe. She had a pretty face.

For some reason, this girl seemed to be very hostile toward him. Her beautiful eyes were filled with coldness. From the moment he entered the room, she had been keeping an eye on him the entire time.

Zhou Qing recognized this young girl. Her name was Su Leng, and she was the daughter of the Ancient Tablet Gate's Sect Leader, Su Mu. She was extremely unruly and willful, and was the Little Demoness of the Hundred Immortal Sects.

He had never met her before, so why was she looking at him with such hostility?

"There seems to be some trouble …"

Zhou Qing frowned slightly and muttered in his heart. Finally, his gaze stopped at the middle-aged man in black robes standing in the middle of the hall.

If he wasn't mistaken, this person was the Sect Leader of the Ancient Tablet Martial School, Su Mu.

When Zhou Qing saw Su Mu's pale face, his expression changed. A bright light flashed across his eyes.

"Clan Master Su."

Zhou Qing cupped his fist in salute, his attitude neither servile nor overbearing.

Su Mu faintly smiled. Just as he was about to speak, Su Leng's ice-cold voice rang out in the large hall.

"Are you the Song Changqing that my father spoke of?"

Zhou Qing wasn't angry when he heard the enmity within Su Leng's words, and a light smile hung on his face as he lightly nodded.

"That's me."

"Tsk, middle stage of the Soul Condensation Realm …" You sure are confident. "

Su Leng sneered, and his tone was filled with ridicule.

He really was only at the middle stage of the Soul Formation stage!

The instant that Zhou Qing entered the hall, Su Leng was able to perceive that his cultivation was indeed only at the middle stage of the Soul Formation Stage.

This boy who looked mediocre and had a low cultivation was able to obtain a chance to compete for a spot in the competition. As a peak Soul Formation cultivator and the daughter of the Sect Leader, if she wanted to participate, she would be scolded and prohibited from participating …

Why?!

The more Su Leng thought about it, the angrier he got, and his gaze towards Zhou Qing became unfriendly as well.

Zhou Qing's face turned cold. He was about to open his mouth to say something when Su Mu shouted in a low voice.

"Su Leng, shut up!"

"It has always been this way. Your realm is so low, yet you're still not allowing me to speak the truth …"

Su Leng fiercely glared at Zhou Qing and once again muttered a few sentences in a low voice. Only then did he shut his mouth in anger, but his gaze once again stared fixedly at Zhou Qing.

"Uncle Su, this nephew feels that what little sister Leng'Er said is extremely true."

Suddenly, a male voice rang out in the hall. It was the white-robed Confucian Scholar.

Zhou Qing raised his eyebrows and happened to meet the former's gaze. His smile was warm like jade, but his eyes were a bit malicious, like a dangerous venomous snake.

"Luo Xuan, don't mess around with Leng'Er!"

Su Mu glared at the white robed scholar when he heard this. Then, he smiled apologetically at Zhou Qing.

"Clan Master Su, as I see it, there's no need for such a mid stage Soul Condensation trash to come here, right?"

Just as Su Mu finished his sentence, another lazy voice rang out, causing the former's expression to freeze.

Zhou Qing's eyes narrowed slightly as a dangerous light flashed, following the source of the voice.