Young Martial God

In the courtyard, the three of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.    

"Brother, what kind of technique is this? This man is a One Thought Stage warrior, and in the blink of an eye, it's as if all the qi and blood in his body has been absorbed." The man at the back swallowed his saliva and said with a trembling voice.    

The leader took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Don't mention this when you report to the prince tomorrow, understand?"    

"I understand."    

Don't worry. "    

"Take care of the body," Wang Yao said. The leader nodded, picked up the corpse, and walked outside.    

"What? Ye Zhi left?"    

Gu Yu was standing in the courtyard, listening to the reports of the three One Thought Stage warriors. He was extremely surprised.    

"So, where will he go? Don't tell me you don't know anything!" Gu Yu stared at the three of them with an unpleasant expression.    

Your Highness, I do not know the details. I only know that after what happened last night, a woman who called herself Miss Baili came to find young master Ye this morning. After that, young master Ye left in a hurry." The One Thought Stage warrior said humbly.    

"Miss Baili? Could it be... Gu Yu's pupils contracted. Baili Tong actually came to find Ye Zhi? Personal or official business?    

Gu Yu was silent. After a long while, he waved his hand. "I understand. You can leave now."    

"Yes, Your Highness."    

The three of them quickly left. Only Gu Yu and the old man were left in the courtyard.    

"Your Highness, if Ye Zhi doesn't return, what about the Nangong family and Spirit Fire Pavilion?" The old man seemed to have understood something.    

"That's right, I'm most afraid of this." Gu Yu took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Send someone to contact the Nangong family and Spirit Fire Pavilion. I hope nothing will happen after Ye Zhi leaves."    

"My second brother, when did you become so impatient? How is the situation in the army?" A trace of coldness flashed across Gu Yu's eyes. He changed the topic and said coldly.    

"Prince, there are three generals in the army who are willing to help you, but we have to wait until the Nangong family's attitude is clear." The old man had a helpless look on his face.    

Gu Yu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "We are all watching. I hope the Nangong family won't disappoint me. Let's go. Let's go."    

...    

"Tong, what happened?" Over the endless mountains, On the back of a huge purple crane, Ye Zhi looked at Baili Tong in confusion.    

In the morning, Baili Tong looked for him and told him to go to the Martial Palace immediately. She told him that Ling Mooh wanted to see him, and that it was an urgent matter.    

Baili Tong shook her head, "I'm not sure. Uncle Mu asked me to bring you there, but he didn't tell me anything else."    

When Ye Zhi heard this, he furrowed his brows.    

Ling Mooh had returned to the Tyrant Spirit Sect, and now he wanted to see him. Could it be related to that token?    

Thinking about this, he became even more suspicious.    

Even if that Chestnut Leng was once a key figure of the Tyrant Spirit Sect, returning the token to the Tyrant Spirit Sect could be considered as returning it to its original owner. Could it cause any more trouble?    

Ye Zhi sighed helplessly. It seemed that only when he saw Ling Mooh would he understand.    

He couldn't figure it out no matter what, so he decided not to think about it. He tossed it to the back of his mind and sat on the purple crane, looking down at his surroundings.    

"Speaking of which, Tong, where is the Tyrant Spirit Martial Palace?" Seeing that the purple crane had already left the range of the ancient dynasty, Ye Zhi was a little curious.    

"It's not far ahead." Baili Tong pointed at the continuous mountain range in front of her and said.    

Ye Zhi looked around and saw some buildings.    

About a moment later, Zi He landed on the open field of the Martial Palace.    

"Uncle Mu is waiting for you." After getting off Zi He, Baili Tong led Ye Zhi inside.    

They did not meet anyone along the way. It was empty, which confused Ye Zhi. "Tong, is there no one in the Martial Palace?"    

"Yes." Baili Tong nodded and said, "The Martial Palace has not been opened for a long time, so there are only a few servants here, and only Uncle Mu and I are left."    

"Yes." Ye Zhi suddenly understood.    

They passed through buildings and entered a house.    

"Uncle Mu, Ye Zhi is here." Baili Tong smiled and said to Ling Mooh.    

"Tong, you can leave now. I have something to tell Ye Zhi." Ling Mooh looked at Baili Tong kindly and then waved his hand.    

Baili Tong's eyes were filled with curiosity, but she did not dare to disobey Ling Mooh's words. She could only pout and leave in dissatisfaction.    

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhi was even more confused.    

"Lord, did you ask me to come because of the token?" Ye Zhi tried asking.    

Ling Mooh nodded. He could not help smiling when he saw Ye Zhi's nervous face. "Yes, but it is good news for you."    

"Good news?"    

Ye Zhi frowned.    

"Come with me to the Tyrant Spirit Sect." Ling Mooh stood up.    

"Go to the Tyrant Spirit Sect?" Ye Zhi opened his eyes wide with astonishment.    

"Master, what is it?"    

Ling Mooh smiled mysteriously. "Good news. You will understand when you get there."    

"Fine." Seeing Ling Mooh keep quiet, Ye Zhi could only nod his head helplessly.    

Going to the Tyrant Spirit Sect?    

What were they going to do there? Could it be that you want me to enter the Tyrant Spirit Sect? But this is too strange?    

Ye Zhi was puzzled.    

After exiting the house, Ling Mooh raised his hand. Ye Zhi felt a surge of power wrap around him. He looked around and realized that he was in the sky.    

Ling Mooh was right next to him, and the two of them moved at an astonishing speed. In an instant, the Tyrannical Spirit Martial Palace had disappeared.    

This was the first time Ye Zhi had seen how terrifying the cultivator of Unforgetful Stage was.    

In an instant, they had crossed several hundred miles.    

In just half an hour, he had already traveled thousands of miles away from the ancient dynasty.    

"The Tyrant Spirit Sect is right in front of us."    

Ling Mooh suddenly spoke.    

Ye Zhi's heart moved slightly. He raised his head to look, and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.    

A verdant mountain range stretched across the mountain range. In the middle of the mountain range was a mountain peak that rose into the sky. It was like a pillar that could hold up the sky, and it was extremely shocking.    

On the peak, one could vaguely see buildings.    

"It's really not one of the Seven Spirit Sect."    

Ye Zhi couldn't help but sigh.    

Only the Spirit Sect could build a sect on such a mountain peak.    

"Zhi, after entering the Tyrant Spirit Sect, I went into hibernation. There are some old undyings inside. With my current condition, I'm afraid I'll be detected if I reveal my aura." Unparalleled Old Devil suddenly spoke.    

"Wu." Ye Zhi nodded slightly. He could sense Unparalleled Old Devil's existence. As the saying goes, 'old undying' meant that he was at least a Tranquil Stage warrior.    

Ye Zhi's heart turned cold.    

A Tranquil Stage warrior had already reached the peak of the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm after Unparalleled Old Devil's death. He was a powerful warrior who could destroy the world.    

Soon, the two of them arrived at the outer perimeter of the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

Upon closer inspection, the entire Tyrant Spirit Sect was even more shocking.    

Numerous grand palaces landed on the peak of the mountain. On the peak of the mountain, there were also mountains of different sizes, and all of them were buildings of different sizes.    

Outside, the clouds and mist had covered the Tyrant Spirit Sect. Within the clouds and mist, the palaces suddenly appeared and disappeared, appearing extremely mysterious.    

When the two of them arrived outside the Tyrant Spirit Sect, Ye Zhi saw the thick fog in front of them squirming. A crack appeared in the fog, and two grey-clothed disciples walked out.    

When they saw Ling Mooh, their expressions changed slightly. They called out respectfully. "Elder Ling."    

Oh." Ling Mooh glanced at the two and brought Ye Zhi into the clouds.    

"Who is that? He is merely a Sixth Rank of Metamorphosis Stage warrior, but he was brought here by Elder Ling." One of them revealed a puzzled expression.    

No matter who it is, we can't afford to offend them. " The other one muttered.    

As soon as he stepped into the territory of Tyrant Spirit Sect, Ye Zhi's heart was filled with excitement.    

What kind of person was the Tyrant Spirit Sect? They were one of the Seven Spirit Sect and one of the top powers in the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm.    

In less than half a year, they had actually contacted the Spirit Sect.    

He knew a thing or two about the scariness of the Spirit Sect from Unparalleled Old Devil. Even the most ordinary outer disciples were top geniuses in the dynasty, let alone inner disciples. Even the direct disciples were one in a million.    

With this in mind, the excitement in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a strong sense of certainty.    

No matter what, he had taken the first step to reach the Spirit Sect.    

"Linger, it won't be long before I can find you." Ye Zhi clenched his fists and said slowly.    

Ling Mooh glanced at Ye Zhi in surprise. As a cultivator of Unforgetful Stage, his insight was very strong. He could even sense a tiny bit of Ye Zhi's aura and even the subtle changes in his expression.    

A young man who lived in a dynasty had just entered the Tyrant Spirit Sect, but he was able to regain his senses in a short period of time. This kind of mentality was not inferior to those disciples in the sect.    

Thinking of this, a hint of ridicule appeared on Ling Mooh's face.    

I wonder if he will faint in excitement when he learns later?    

"Do you know why Tyrant Spirit Sect became one of the Seven Spirit Sect?" Ling Mooh suddenly asked, "Do you know why the Tyrant Spirit Sect became one of the seven Spirit Sect?    

"Huh?" Ye Zhi was confused. He didn't know why Ling Mooh would say such a thing.    

He shook his head. "I know nothing."    

A trace of pride flashed across Ling Mooh's eyes. "The Tyrant Spirit Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, but before that, the Tyrant Spirit Sect was just a small sect. In the entire Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm, it was nothing special."    

Ye Zhi had a surprised look on his face as he listened carefully to Ling Mooh's narration.    

"The reason why the Tyrant Spirit Sect was able to advance to the Spirit Sect and become one of the top powers in the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm was because of the internal rules of the Tyrant Spirit Sect. It was also a rule established by our ancestors."    

"The survival of the fittest is the survival of the fittest. Strength is the most important. The rules are very simple. Everyone understands it, but in the Tyrant Spirit Sect, it will be very cruel."    

"Martial arts, spiritual water, all resources, and even status must be earned by strength. In the Tyrant Spirit Sect, it doesn't matter whether you have a background or not."    

Ling Mooh's eyes revealed a trace of coldness.    

Ye Zhi felt that Ling Mooh seemed to have changed. He was very different from before.    

What he said next made his heart tighten.    

"If you want resources, you have to fight. If you win, you have to improve. If you can get more resources, if you lose, everything will disappear. You won't get any sympathy."    

"Even if you're a disciple of Sect Master, it's the same. Your status won't allow any changes to occur to you. If you don't possess strength, then you'll only be eliminated in the end."    

Ye Zhi remained silent. Ling Mooh's words caused a huge uproar in his heart.    

It didn't sound like anything new, but it made him feel that the Tyrant Spirit Sect was special.    

It was the kind of cruelty that attached great importance to one's strength.    

It was also an upgraded version of the law of the jungle.    

However, at this time, his desire to enter the Tyrant Spirit Sect became even stronger.    

In such a complicated environment, only those who could truly win could be considered strong.    

He was fearless.    

"I will definitely enter the Tyrant Spirit Sect." Ye Zhi wasn't shocked by Ling Mooh's words. His eyes were filled with determination.    

Ling Mooh glanced at Ye Zhi and smiled. With a sway of his body, Ye Zhi felt that his body was out of control and he followed Ling Mooh.    

He was puzzled.    

In the next moment, the two of them appeared at the edge of a cliff.