During the previous conflict, Dongbo Xueying’s true body had already taken Yunhai and was speeding toward the ‘Blood Blade Domain’ in the Void World at maximum velocity.
Meanwhile, his Void World body was dragging the young master of Feiyun Lake along, deliberately taking a long detour and maintaining a speed only slightly faster than the black-robed attendants. To think… Dongbo Xueying, with his profound cultivation, self-created secret techniques, and mastery of multiple World God-level arts, could have easily outpaced them by more than double.
Only after ensuring his true body’s safety did Dongbo Xueying feel inclined to toy with them.
“Moreover, young friend, your strength is quite impressive. This is merely a projection of mine—I doubt I can do much to you,” the green-bearded man said with a faint smile.
“You flatter me, World God,” Dongbo Xueying replied politely.
Beside him, the young master of Feiyun Lake seethed with anger. After being whipped so many times, his father hadn’t even lifted a finger to avenge him.
“In fact, I should thank you for teaching my son a lesson. Let him learn from this experience. Hmph, this brat only dares to act so arrogantly within the Wushan Starfield. If he pulled such stunts in the prefectural city, he wouldn’t last a day!” The green-bearded man glared at his son and snorted. “Meiyang, you’re lucky this young friend showed mercy. Had he been ruthless, you’d be dead.”
“I have a noble rank. He wouldn’t dare kill me,” the young master retorted defiantly.
“Hmph, a noble rank? What if you ran into a fugitive wanted by the Divine Court?” the green-bearded man countered.
“How many criminals dare enter the city?” the young master muttered under his breath.
“Still stubborn? What if you provoked someone who lost a loved one to your cruelty—someone willing to throw everything away to end you?” the green-bearded man barked. “Or what if you crossed someone far stronger than even me?”
The young master fell silent, though his expression remained defiant.
The green-bearded man sighed inwardly.
There was simply no helping it.
He had left a talisman on his son, allowing him to monitor his actions at will. In times of danger, he could project his will across vast distances. However, unlike in the material world, where projections were suppressed, this form lacked World God power and a true soul—merely a distant manifestation of will. Its combat strength was limited, barely reaching the threshold of a World God.
His claim that he might not be able to handle Dongbo Xueying was no lie.
…
“If I’m not mistaken, young friend, you must be preparing for the Ten Thousand Flowers Banquet in three hundred years?” the green-bearded man remarked.
“Your deduction is sharp, World God,” Dongbo Xueying admitted, slightly surprised. “Indeed, I plan to participate.”
There was no need to hide it.
“Haha, after teaching my son a lesson, instead of fleeing the city, you entered the Blood Blade Domain,” the green-bearded man mused. “The Blood Blade Domain is safe, but even the cheapest rental costs one divine crystal per year. No one stays there indefinitely.”
“Besides, once you leave, I could easily capture you. So the most plausible explanation is… you’re here for the Ten Thousand Flowers Banquet. Of course, there’s another possibility—you also hold a noble rank.”
Dongbo Xueying chuckled but offered no further explanation.
His plan was simple: cultivate in the Blood Blade Domain within Wushan City for three hundred years, then directly participate in the banquet. The starfield preliminaries would be held in the safest zone—the Blood Blade Domain itself.
“As expected of a World God. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” Dongbo Xueying said.
The green-bearded man nodded.
Glancing at the young master of Feiyun Lake, Dongbo Xueying grinned before his Void World body dissipated into nothingness with a mere thought.
“So it really was just a Void World body?” the young master gaped.
“To think we fought so fiercely, even boasting about capturing him… only to realize we were battling a mere projection,” the left commander sighed, shaking his head.
…
Within the residence of the Wushan City starfield patrol commander, the green-bearded man walked alongside a lean figure.
“Brother Guan,” the green-bearded man sighed. “My son Meiyang was abducted and whipped with the Heart-Searing Whip, yet you didn’t lift a finger to help.”
“Help? How?” the lean man retorted. “That young man, Dongbo, broke no laws. As the starfield patrol commander, should I disregard my status to bully a youth? Besides, Brother Jin, your son is far too arrogant. A little suffering might do him good.”
“Tell me the truth,” the green-bearded man pressed. “I arrived late and couldn’t observe Dongbo’s true form. What’s his real strength? Does he have notable backing?”
The lean man smirked. “Ah, so you’ve noticed. Indeed, the moment conflict arose, Dongbo’s true body fled to the Blood Blade Domain with his companion. As for the boy himself… my grasp of temporal laws is limited, but I can tell he’s definitely under five thousand years old.”
“Under five thousand?” the green-bearded man gasped. “And already this powerful?”
“Precisely. Far too young, yet far too strong. He even wields World God-level secret arts,” the lean man said. “With such talent, becoming a disciple of a Four-Heavens World God wouldn’t be difficult. And those arts aren’t easily obtained—he must have significant connections. Brother Jin, your politeness toward him suggests you sensed something amiss.”
The green-bearded man nodded. “I merely speculated. His composure before me was unnatural for someone without backing.”
The lean man laughed. “Brother Jin, you’d best discipline your son. This time, it was just a lesson. Next time, it might cost him his life.”
“I understand,” the green-bearded man said gravely. In truth, he had long forbidden his son from leaving the Wushan Starfield.
Within his domain, the chances of his son provoking someone truly formidable were slim.
Yet Dongbo Xueying’s appearance had unsettled him.
“My guess? He’s likely the disciple of a mighty figure,” the lean man mused. “Here solely for the Ten Thousand Flowers Banquet. When the time comes, countless hidden talents will emerge—even disciples of supreme experts and mighty overlords.”
“Indeed. We’ll see his true prowess then,” the green-bearded man replied.
…
While these two World Gods observed Dongbo Xueying, another kept watch.
In the Celestial Phenomenon Starfield, within a hall of the Spacetime Temple, the master of Blackbone Mountain studied a floating projection—a scene of Dongbo Xueying lashing out at a Molou Beast on Bingtie Star.
The mountain lord, a handsome youth (one of his two bodies; the other was an unsightly black skeleton), sneered.
“Daring to attack my Blackbone Mountain’s outpost? Hmph. While I wouldn’t provoke someone like the White Sand City Lord, a mere deity like you… let’s see who backs you.”
He replayed the past through temporal reversal, yet the scenes revealed nothing of Dongbo Xueying’s identity. In the entire Divine Realm, few knew him.
“Lord of Blackbone Mountain,” a cold, resonant voice echoed in the hall. “To purchase his identity, the price is five hundred thousand divine crystals.”
“Five hundred thousand?!” the mountain lord shrieked. “Spacetime Temple, have you lost your mind? For a mere deity’s identity?”
The idea was ludicrous. As a One-Heaven World God, his entire fortune barely exceeded two million. Even a Two-Heavens World God like the Great Demon God or a material world overlord like the Witch God had only just amassed ten million.
“Will you purchase?” the voice intoned.
Gritting his teeth, the mountain lord turned and stormed out.
Buy?
Ridiculous. Five hundred thousand was nearly a quarter of his wealth—far too steep for mere vengeance. Moreover—
“If his identity is worth that much, his backing must be terrifying—a supreme overlord’s disciple? A Four-Heavens World God’s heir?” The thought sent chills down his spine. The exorbitant price only underscored the youth’s status. “Someone like that… why bother attacking my outpost? A simple message would’ve sufficed.”
Shaking his head, the mountain lord resolved to drop the matter entirely.
Five hundred thousand for an identity?
Unthinkable.
…
In the Blood Blade Domain of Wushan City, within a secluded cave abode, Dongbo Xueying and Yunhai cultivated in peace.
Meanwhile, whispers spread across the city—tales of the young master of Feiyun Lake being whipped, a patrol squad humiliated, the lord of Feiyun Lake personally descending to converse amiably with the mysterious “Dongbo,” and rumors of his participation in the upcoming Ten Thousand Flowers Banquet.
Over the years, the young master’s infamy had grown. His public flogging brought immense satisfaction, and the name “Dongbo” soon became widely known.
As time passed, Dongbo Xueying’s reputation in Wushan City solidified. Daring to whip the young master proved his mettle.
The years rolled by, and the Ten Thousand Flowers Banquet drew near. Not just Wushan City—every starfield under the Bloodblade God Emperor’s rule buzzed with anticipation.
For the grandest event in the Divine Realm, a spectacle for deities, was about to begin.
At last, only three days remained until the starfield preliminaries.
(End of Chapter)
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