The Prodigies War

Chapter 1492 Humiliating Proposal

Lin Xun had won!

On the very same day, the news spread like it had sprouted wings thanks to the work of the Windspeaker Clan, making a huge splash.

A month ago, a conceited Lang Qianheng had challenged Lin Xun to a duel above the Spirit Tempering Tower of Baiyujing, which had raised a clamor in the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

Therefore, everyone had been paying attention to Baiyujing during this past month, with the majority of people feeling uncertain about the duel.

It was due to the fact that Lang Qianheng was too strong. He came from an outer domain and had extraordinary talents and a terrifying heritage. It was impossible not to worry about the possibility that Lin Xun might lose.

But now that he had won, every corner of the world was abuzz with cheers.

Even the top-class ancient dao lineages were all secretly relieved. Their hearts were greatly comforted.

The Ancient Wasteland Domain had been suppressed by the other eight for far too long!

It had failed miserably during the two Conflicts of the Nine Domains in the far past and gone on the decline. Its former splendor and glory had all faded away.

It could be said the Ancient Wasteland Domain had tasted blood, tears, and humiliation, and had been oppressed by the other eight domains to the point where it couldn’t raise its head.

That was why Lin Xun’s battle had been receiving all the attention.

Had Lin Xun lost, it would have dealt a fatal blow to the morale of the Ancient Wasteland Domain’s cultivation world.

But on the contrary, his victory would right its name and allow it to hold its head up high!

This battle was capable of deciding the historic trend of the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

Fortunately, Lin Xun had won!

His victory was beautiful, straightforward, and indisputable. Regardless of who, every cultivator who heard the news all felt a surge of emotions and inspiration.

Without exaggeration, this battle had left a deep impact enough to be recorded in the annals of the Ancient Wasteland Domain and remembered for generations to come!

Meanwhile, Lin Xun was currently the most prominent figure in the domain. His name, his achievements, and his past deeds had become the most enthusiastically discussed topic of the residents.

This was prestige.

In the past, Lin Xun had killed his way to fame and offended numerous forces in the Ancient Wasteland Domain in the process. Many revered and supported him, but there were also many who loathed and resisted him. His reputation had received mixed reviews.

However, it was different now. Even the dao forces who hated Lin Xun’s guts could no longer slander and attack him.

Because if they did, they would be standing on the opposite side of the whole world!

In short, the effects of this battle on the Ancient Wasteland Domain had only just begun.

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Hidden Holy Lands, Divine Apparatus Pavilion.

As a sacred land worshiped and feared by countless cultivators in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, the Divine Apparatus Pavilion had lofty status.

Their specialty was deducing the general trend of the world and fortune-telling.

For example, they had made predictions on the signs of the great age, the Supreme Realm, and the Conflict of the Nine Domains and announced them to the world.

The heirs of the Divine Apparatus Pavilion were also known as the ‘Penmen of the Cultivation World History.’ They were in charge of the two supreme divine objects used to record the historical events of the world – the Spring Autumn Brush and the Annals of History.

However, the atmosphere in the Divine Apparatus Pavilion was particularly depressing today.

In a spacious and ancient hall.

“Soon, I will be leaving. May I get a clear answer from you before I do?” resounded a majestic and indifferent voice.

It was a violet-robed man with profound eyes and an intimidating aura.

He came from the Nine Dark Ancient Domain, was named Chi Qianqiu, and was a terrifying existence of the Quasi-Emperor stage.

However, being subjected to the Ancient Wasteland Domain’s heavenly laws, his cultivation was suppressed to the Saint stage, which was shown through the aura he emitted.

He was the head of the envoys coming to the Ancient Wasteland Domain this time. The eight young envoys were all following his lead.

Only Chi Qianqiu’s slightly impatient voice echoed in the big hall.

In the main seat, Mister Miaoxuan was contemplating things with a frown.

In the other positions were the elders of Divine Apparatus Pavilion. They were also silent, but their slightly gloomy expressions reflected their disturbed minds.

A while ago, Chi Qianqiu had brought a group of young cultivators such as Lang Qianheng and descended to the Ancient Wasteland Domain. Their main purpose was to conduct a negotiation.

The content was simple, they wanted the Ancient Wasteland Domain to voluntarily hand over nine Flying Immortal Tablets in the upcoming domain war!

The Flying Immortal Tablet was the entrance ticket to the Kunlun Dominion, and each domain possessed nine of them.

Agreeing to Chi Qianqiu’s proposal was no different from cutting off the Ancient Wasteland Domain’s access to the Kunlun Dominion!

In return, the other eight domains would be merciful during the Conflict of the Nine Domains and wouldn’t hunt down and kill the experts of the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

How could the Divine Apparatus Pavilion agree to this humiliating and unfair condition?

“Fellow Daoist, you are being very pushy,” sighed Mister Miaoxuan.

Chi Qianqiu grunted. “Pushy? If it wasn’t for the Flying Immortal Tablets, do you think I would have come to this place to negotiate with you?”

This was the Divine Apparatus Pavilion in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, but Chi Qianqiu was emboldened, and his attitude was aggressive.

In his opinion, the Ancient Wasteland Domain had fallen to the bottom and was unqualified to compete against the other eight domains!

Someone couldn’t hold back and said indignantly, “If we agree to your condition, then all the other domains really won’t deal with our cultivators during the domain conflict?”

“I said we would be merciful and let them live,” Chi Qianqiu said expressionlessly. “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten the heavy casualties you suffered in the last two conflicts. Do you intend to repeat the same mistake?”

His icy voice carried disdain and undisguised threat.

Everyone’s expression flickered.

The Ancient Wasteland Domain had suffered two crushing defeats in the past two conflicts. Many outstanding heroes had perished and left their corpses in the Nine Domains Battlefield.

This humiliation and hatred ran in their blood!

It was also those two domain conflicts that had led to the decline of the Ancient Wasteland Domain, which had then had its supreme path cut off. ‘Heavy’ was not enough to describe this loss.

How could everyone here forget it?

The atmosphere in the hall grew more and more oppressive as many people felt sadness, shame, and anger rising from the bottom of their hearts.

The taste of being a fish on the chopping board of the opponent was dreadful and degrading.

“The Divine Apparatus Pavilion cannot agree to this condition in the stead of everyone in the Ancient Wasteland Domain!” declared Mister Miaoxuan suddenly. His words were calm, but filled with determination.

Chi Qianqiu was stunned, seemingly finding this hard to believe, then laughed angrily, “Isn’t this called refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?”

Mister Miaoxuan said calmly, “We can’t avoid the killing on the Nine Domains Battlefield whether we hand over the Flying Immortal Tablets or not. In that case, why hand them over?”

Chi Qianqiu’s expression was chilling. “It seems that the descent of the Supreme Realm in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, which has enabled your youngsters to step onto the supreme path, has given you the courage to make this kind of decision. But do you seriously think those little guys can overturn your inevitable defeat?

“Ridiculous!” Chi Qianqiu kept rattling away, “Take my advice, your domain may have a chance to drag its dying breath if you agree to my condition. But if you do not agree…”

“Then what?” Mister Miaoxuan looked Chi Qianqiu directly in the eyes.

“Then your cultivators will be reduced to prey on the Nine Domains Battlefield; they will be hunted down to the very last one. And your Frontline Battlefield will be trampled in this domain war!” Chi Qianqiu stressed every word murderously.

The hall instantly became restless. Many faces paled.

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When that happened, it would be a big cake waiting to be divided by the other eight domains!

Many dao lineages would be destroyed, many cultivators would be enslaved and exploited, and countless beings would be devastated in this storm!

Will this…happen?

All eyes turned to Mister Miaoxuan as the atmosphere grew tense.

“There is no need to discuss this matter. It is nothing more than a domain conflict. Our Ancient Wasteland Domain would rather die standing upright than live on our knees!”

A warm voice suddenly resounded outside. At some point, the gentle, plainly dressed Mister Shen had arrived and was walking into the hall.

Seeing him, Mister Miaoxuan was inwardly relieved. He smiled, “You’ve finally returned, Senior Brother.”

Mister Shen also smiled. “How else would I take this burden off your hands if I didn’t? Since I have made this decision, I’ll shoulder the consequences.

“Whether this decision is right or wrong, I will have a clear conscience even if I were to be questioned by the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain one day.”

After a short pause, Mister Shen turned to Chi Qianqiu. “Your juniors have all been defeated. I suggest you hurry up and take them away. Otherwise, I don’t know how much more humiliation they will be able to suffer.”

“What?” Chi Qianqiu was dumbstruck. He couldn’t believe his ears.

Mister Shen waved his sleeve. A curtain of light appeared and played the sped-up scenes of the battle that had just taken place in the sky of Baiyujing.

Watching Lang Qianheng, Zhu Yingxue, Mu Zhaixing, and the other five envoys being crushed one by one by Lin Xun in a devastating manner, Chi Qianqiu could not maintain a composure befitting of a Quasi-Emperor. His pupils constricted, and his face visibly darkened.

“Who is he?” asked Chi Qianqiu in a heavy tone after the light curtain disappeared.

“Who he is isn’t important. What’s important is that you really should leave,” said Mister Shen indifferently.

Chi Qianqiu sneered. “You think that little lad alone can turn the tide in the Nine Domains Battlefield? Childish!”

He paused a little and continued, “I can tell you right now that the young experts following me here are at most first-class experts. There are plenty more stronger people than them, such as the Azure Blue Eight Supremes, or the top fifty of the Eight Domains’ Supreme Rankings… Far too many!”

In the end, he coldly looked at Mister Shen. “That is the depth of our eight domains. Don’t forget that our supreme paths have never been cut off; even our Saints are all on the supreme path!

“Now, let me ask you, what does your Ancient Wasteland Domain have to fight against us eight? That little brat just now? What a joke!”

These final words were imbued with utter disdain as they reverberated endlessly in the big hall.