Chapter 159 - 122: Martial Soul Revival, True Dragon Opens Its Eyes

Chapter 159: Chapter 122: Martial Soul Revival, True Dragon Opens Its Eyes

"Is this Jiang Hao? The Cultivator who reached the top of the Celestial List?"

"Why does he look so ordinary? Is he really the Ghost-faced Asura who topped the Celestial List?"

"Don’t be deceived by his appearance. Anyone who can reach the top of the Celestial List is definitely not a kind soul."

The moment Jiang Hao appeared, tens of millions of Cultivators instinctively looked his way. Today was the day of ’Dragon Transformation’ at the Dragon Transformation Pool, and the number of Cultivators who had come to watch far exceeded those on the day of the selection. Consequently, countless Cultivators who had never seen the white-clad youth before were deeply puzzled. What exactly did this boy rely on to top the Celestial List?

Watching that figure from afar, Bai Wufeng and the others also grew tense.

"Whether the Young Miss misjudged him back then all depends on today," Bai Wufeng said.

"If he can achieve the Ninth Transformation in multiple meridians, he might catch the Pill Master’s eye. If he stops at the Eighth Transformation of the eight meridians and the spine, I’m afraid it won’t be enough to convince the Supreme Elders and the Pill Master."

"I believe he will soar into the sky."

Hearing the words of Bai Wufeng and the others, Gu Qingyan couldn’t help but breathe a little faster. Achieving the Ninth Transformation in multiple meridians was virtually the symbol that determined the future heights of a peerless freak. If that figure failed to meet her father’s expectations, then the higher-ups might choose another method to deal with the impending crisis facing the Divine Pill Pavilion.

"Jiang Hao, I hope you can give me one more surprise. Just one will be enough," she thought. Even if it was just this last time, and even if he only reached the height of the six veins or the Five Veins Ninth Transformation, it would be enough for him to roam unhindered across the entire Sword Dynasty.

While Gu Qingyan and the others secretly prayed that the youth would not disappoint them, someone else was watching from an inconspicuous corner of the endless sea of people.

"Hmph, let me see just what level you can reach." Qi Tianmu stared coldly at the figure slowly blending into the crowd, his eyes filled with endless chill.

At this moment, almost the entire Eastern Domain was paying attention to the progress of the Dragon Transformation Pool in various ways.

At the South Mountain Peak.

The generation’s Sword Saint stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the scene through a transmitted projection. At this moment, Yan Nantian had shed his usual lazy demeanor, his eyes locked onto the figure in the projection.

"I hope you are truly fated with me. If not, we part ways here. If so, then it will be your good fortune." After Yan Nantian spoke, he took a rare deep breath. This Carefree pinnacle of the Sword Dao seemed to have a hidden side to him as well.

At the same time, in the center of the Holy City.

"Are you Jiang Hao?"

A figure blocked the flow of people and appeared in front of Jiang Hao and his two companions. His arrival was like a blazing sun descending upon the mortal realm, causing the surrounding geniuses to quickly give way.

Looking at the terrifying figure who had abruptly descended to block his path, Jiang Hao showed no emotional fluctuations. The aura exuding from the other party was extremely shocking. Without a doubt, this was one of the Five Sons of Nanling.

"It’s the Saint Son of the Wind Race, Feng Wuya," Mu Zhen whispered into Jiang Hao’s ear, quickly explaining. "Aside from the three terrifying existences who recently emerged, this Wind Race Saint Son is slightly weaker among the Five Sons of Nanling.

"Since you tied for first place with the Five Sons, he’s the first one whose position is threatened by you."

Although Mu Zhen didn’t mention the Golden Scale Dao, the situation was already obvious. Originally, the Golden Scale Dao of Nanling only had eight spots. Three of them were given to the three supreme figures of the younger generation, and the remaining five were meant for the Five Sons of Nanling. But Jiang Hao’s appearance had broken this balance. With only eight spots available, there were now nine competitors.

In other words, one of the nine would inevitably be eliminated, and the person bearing the brunt of this was none other than Feng Wuya. It couldn’t be helped; he was indeed the relatively weakest among the eight prodigies of Nanling. If Jiang Hao really secured a spot on the Golden Scale Dao, the person who would lose theirs would most likely be Feng Wuya himself.

However, how could someone who had squeezed into the ranks of the Five Sons of Nanling be compared to ordinary people? Even Feng Wuya was an existence that countless geniuses in Nanling could only look up to. He possessed his own pride and arrogance.

"The so-called newly ascended Cultivator who tied for first on the Celestial List is nothing more than this." Feng Wuya, sporting a pair of sword-like eyebrows, sneered. He looked at Jiang Hao with eyes full of disdain, a deliberate trace of contempt tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the tens of millions of Cultivators felt their breathing quicken.

"Is that... Feng Wuya of the Wind Race?"

"The Saint Son of the Wind Race, a peerless freak who achieved the Eighth Transformation of the eight meridians and the spine."

"The battle for the Golden Scale Dao hasn’t even started, yet they’re already clashing head-on?"

"Hahaha, well done! As expected of a descendant of the Ten Great Saint Races. He needs to be taught a lesson."

"Hmph, an ant born in a barren land dares to outshine the sun and moon? Does he really think he’s a peerless freak?"

Many Nanling Cultivators who held prejudices against geniuses from barren lands voiced their thoughts. Feng Wuya’s direct confrontation brought them immense satisfaction.

"See that? That’s a Saint Race Saint Son, one of the eight peerless existences of Nanling. That Jiang Hao from your barren land clearly doesn’t even dare to respond."

"Hahaha, hurry up and roll back to your barren land. How could you possibly lay a finger on a Holy Land like Nanling?"

"This is too much! For hundreds of thousands of years, if geniuses born in barren lands like us hadn’t taken root here, would Nanling have its current strength?"

"Exactly. Don’t forget that on this land of Nanling, one-tenth of the experts fought their way up from our barren lands."

"Who says Jiang Hao doesn’t dare to respond? He simply can’t be bothered with that so-called Wind Race Saint Son."