Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6147: Young Master Hong Long

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Just arriving at the Realm King Continent, it was best to remain low-key for now.

Buzz!

The pyramid-shaped object gradually shrank, passing through the city’s restriction barrier and stopping above a serene hall.

Clang!

A metal plate slowly descended from the bottom of the pyramid.

Led by Wu Li, five people slowly walked down from the metal plate.

As soon as they landed, a voice echoed from within the hall.

The tone was extremely polite, and a figure instantly walked out from the hall.

“Wu Li, you really kept me waiting!” A handsome young man in a white robe stepped out of the hall and greeted them.

As soon as the other party appeared, Jian Wushuang cautiously used his mind power to probe.

Ordinary divine power, around thirty million.

Just after breaking through, he already had 30 million divine power.

It was evident that the master of Zhalong Mountain valued this son greatly, providing him with a large amount of resources.

It should be known that the cherished treasures of these Realm Kings received similar treatment.

Although the Realm King had no physical form and his combat power was like air, he had connections and treasures.

This was much stronger than a demigod.

The status of a young master of Zhalong Mountain, comparable to the disciples of a Realm King, was already quite good.

With a base divine power of 30 million, if his divine power secret techniques were strong enough, it wouldn’t be a problem to burst to 38 million. Given his status, with some treasures, he could reach 40 million divine power.

All five of them, including Jian Wushuang, had divine power above 40 million.

Their base divine power, except for Jian Wushuang himself who only had 20 million, was at least 30 million, with Wu Li even reaching around 35 million.

None of them were weaker than the other party.

This allowed Jian Wushuang to breathe a sigh of relief. Their hidden divine power was stronger than the other party’s, so they could handle any urgent situations that might arise.

Wu Li, on the other hand, engaged in a dramatic reunion with the other party, playing out a long-lost brotherhood.

The two embraced and sighed, “Since our parting years ago, I have missed you dearly!”

This acting, compared to the past, had somewhat declined, Jian Wushuang mused silently.

Under the surprised gazes of the others, Wu Li felt it was about time, so he released the other party and began to introduce Jian Wushuang and the others to the young master of Hong Long.

“Come, these are all prodigies from the Star Field of the Gods. If I’m not around in the future, just look for them; it’s all the same.” Wu Li boasted as if the Star Field of the Gods was their home turf.

Jian Wushuang smiled wryly to himself and could only nod.

The young master of Hong Long was also a straightforward person. He immediately waved and ordered the servants, “Go, summon Brother Shangyang and Elder Zhuge, and tell them we have distinguished guests!”

“Please!” After instructing the servants, he immediately smiled and courteously invited everyone into the hall.

From this, it was clear that the other party was not a spoiled brat; he valued friendships and connections.

This exceeded Jian Wushuang’s expectations, and he looked at Wu Li with newfound respect, grateful he hadn’t found a troublesome friend.

Entering the hall, they each took their seats.

Jian Wushuang had the lowest apparent strength. Although the other party couldn’t discern his realm, they could feel his divine power. There was no need for him to hide it.

Concealing his realm was fine.

He boldly revealed his 20 million divine power.

Among them, he was the weakest, naturally taking the last seat, listening as Wu Li praised them from above.

Young Master Hong Long also politely toasted each of them, sharing many details about Zhalong Mountain during the banquet.

This helped Jian Wushuang understand that practitioners on the Realm King Continent also faced significant pressure.

Take Young Master Hong Long, for instance; he had seven brothers.

Four of them had died young.

Now, only two elder brothers remained.

He was the youngest.

Both elder brothers were in the Ninth Tribulation.

Their divine power was stronger than his.

Who would inherit Zhalong Mountain in the future was uncertain.

His father, the lord of Zhalong Mountain, was a powerful demigod and an ancient one at that.

Currently, he was planning a major tribulation.

The divine tribulation was no joke.

When crossing the tribulation, it was earth-shattering, and there was no need to hide anything.

But if he failed, he needed a successor.

Three sons, countless disciples.

He had to choose one.

For now, the disciples could wait.

After all, not all the sons were dead yet!

Moreover, the remaining three sons were all quite excellent.

Especially the youngest, Hong Long.

He had the shortest training time but considerable strength and had even received a special inheritance.

He was the most likely to succeed Zhalong Mountain.

Mainly because his personality was suitable.

He could be accommodating.

He made friends widely and was loyal and righteous.

His father felt reassured about passing Zhalong Mountain to his youngest son.

So, he invested heavily in him.

The young master of Hong Long worked hard to live up to his father’s expectations.

This trial in the spacetime canyon could be considered the final test.

Once he obtained that treasure, using it to train for millions of epochs, his divine power could reach the threshold of a demigod, allowing him to take over Zhalong Mountain.

Thus, the old lord could focus on crossing the tribulation.

As they got to know each other, they chatted for less than a quarter of an hour before there was a commotion outside the hall.

Soon, two figures walked in simultaneously.

One was a young man, frivolous in demeanor, with handsome features that rivaled the young master of Hong Long but fell short compared to Jian Wushuang.

The other person, who appeared elderly with numerous wrinkles crisscrossing his face, should be Elder Zhuge mentioned by Young Master Hong Long.

Just by looking at his face, one could tell that this Elder Zhuge had experienced a lot.

His basic divine power alone was around 36 million.

At his peak battle strength, he might have reached the threshold of a demigod.

He was definitely not an ordinary strong practitioner.

“Come, let me introduce you all. This is my guest from Zalong Mountain, Brother Shangyang. Though he is young, his peak divine power exceeds 40 million. And this is Elder Zhuge, who followed my father for many years. He should be in his years of seclusion, but due to the matter of the Spacetime Canyon, we still have to trouble this Elder Zhuge!” Young Master Hong Long introduced the two strong practitioners with great formality.

However, Jian Wushuang could tell from his words that these two were not his people.

Or rather, they were not people of Young Master Hong Long.

Guest Elder “Shangyang” merely smiled and cupped his hands towards them, showing respect as a guest to the host.

But Elder Zhuge, after finding a place, only cupped his hands slightly towards Young Master Hong Long before sitting down casually and closing his eyes to rest.

Although Young Master Hong Long felt a bit embarrassed about this, he did not blame him, as Elder Zhuge was an old servant.

He changed the topic and started talking about the spacetime rift.

Speaking of which, this spacetime rift was a treasure trove discovered by his father.

Some treasures would drift inside.

It opened once every 100,000 eras and would accumulate some treasures each time.

However, when it opened, it was still their Zalong Mountain that went to search for them.

Such lucrative opportunities did not fall to others.

There were treasures, but also dangers.

Some demonic creatures fallen into spacetime would also enter the spacetime rift.