Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
Qingfeng Li knew that he was no match for that Old Monster Lishui. The energy emitted from the man was too powerful, suppressing the skies and being not a single bit inferior to the Five Elements Sect sect master.
Qingfeng Li glanced towards Fengwu Cao and said,
Are all the seniors and grandmasters here?
Fengwu Cao shook her head and said,
From what I know, there are still supreme masters who haven’t arrived yet.
Qingfeng Li furrowed his brows in surprise. He didn’t expect the arrival of more supreme masters. Both the Five Elements Sect sect master and the Old Monster Lishui were supreme masters.
In the next moment, another supreme master arrived. The man rode on a cloud, flying towards them.
He was also a senior, about 200-years-old, and his hair and beard were completely white. His face was wrinkled, and his eyes were dim, but although he looked aged, his entire body exuded a powerful energy.
The elderly man sat cross-legged on a white cloud, floating in the sky atop the crowd.
Although most of the self-cultivators didn’t recognize the elderly man, they could feel the powerful energy emitting from his body. His strength was startling.
At the sight of the elderly man atop the cloud, Qixuan Zhenren also looked surprised.
Fate Elder, why did you come here?
asked the Qixuan Zhenren.
The Fate Elder smiled and said,
Why else? I’ve come to run for the Chief position of course.
The Qixuan Zhenren furrowed his brows and said,
Fate Elder, you’re almost 300 years old. You are a renowned senior in the world of self-cultivation. Why are you here with a bunch of youngsters fighting for the Chiefship?
The Fate Elder smiled and said,
That Old Monster Lishui is here. Why can’t I come?
At the sound of his words, the Qixuan Zhenren let out a wry smile, completely speechless. The Fate Elder was right. If Old Monster Lishui can attend, why couldn’t he?
Their conversation completely stunned the surrounding self-cultivators.
Some of them thought back to the events from a couple of hundred years ago. Their jaws dropped so wide one could stuff a whole duck egg in it. To say that they were shocked would be an understatement.
Do you see that? That’s the Fate Elder! He was an invincible master of Huaxia’s self-cultivation world 300 years ago. Legend has it that he can predict the future.
I’ve heard about him too! Legends say that he had died 100 years ago. How is he still alive?
Lower your voice! If he hears, he might slice you open.
The surrounding self-cultivators began talking up a storm as they stared at the Fate Elder in utter disbelief.
The supposedly dead man was very much alive and well, standing in front of them and terrorizing them out of their wits.
Qingfeng Li furrowed his brows as he turned towards Fengwu Cao. He asked,
Is the Fate Elder from some important background? Why is everyone so afraid?
Fengwu Cao nodded and said,
I’ve seen his name in Huaxia self-cultivation scrolls. The Fate Elder was an invincible self-cultivator. He can predict the future, and back then, even Qixuan Zhenren couldn’t defeat him.
Qingfeng Li was startled by her words. As far as he was concerned, Qixuan Zhenren was already stupidly strong. If even he was defeated, just how powerful was the Fate Elder?
Only now did Qingfeng Li recognize the Chiefship election as an incredibly attractive event, even luring out old monsters who had hid themselves several hundreds of years ago.
Of course, he also knew that they had attended for other reasons beyond protecting Huaxia’s self-cultivation world. They wanted the Alliance Chief Badge so they could obtain resources from other planets to extend their lives.
Qingfeng Li could feel that this time, his opponent was going to be incredibly formidable. After all, every hidden old monster was there.
Qingfeng Li turned to Fengwu Cao and said,
The Chiefship election is starting soon right?
Fengwu Cao shook her head and said,
There’s still a powerful master who hasn’t shown up yet.
Qingfeng Li furrowed his brows and asked,
Another elder?
Fengwu Cao smiled and said,
The self-cultivator isn’t old. She is a beauty though, and she is incredibly powerful. Her abilities are no weaker than these elders.
Fengwu Cao’s words surprised Qingfeng Li. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of any beauty who had the skills to match up to these old monsters.
The other self-cultivators were already feeling impatient, with some even requesting for the Qixuan Zhenren to announce the rules of the Chiefship election.
However, the Qixuan Zhenren waved them off, telling them to wait as one more master was arriving.
Ten minutes later, a crisp crane call sounded in the distance.
The crane call was clear and elated, proudly looking down on the world, as if everything were ants in its eyes.
Qingfeng Li looked up and saw the arrival of a beautiful white crane, its beauty only matched by its size.
It had snowy white feathers and a long slender neck supporting its head. On its head was a royal crown, and in its snowy white feathers were streaks of Heavenly Dao talisman scripts that emitted powerful and glorious energy.
Its eyes were jet black, as if they were black gemstones, dazzling as could be. Flying in the sky, the crane looked down at the people below.
Qingfeng Li’s gaze focused forward as his brows raised at the sight of a young woman on top of the white crane.
The young woman was dressed in white and was extremely beautiful, her pretty face like a budding peony. Her skin was as pale as a snow lotus, her nose delicate like white jade, and her lips tender and red like cherries.
Not only was her face beautiful, but her body was exquisite as well. Her lines were graceful, curved in the right places, luring as could be, and attracting the heated gazes of the surrounding self-cultivators.
Not only were the self-cultivators staring, but even Qingfeng Li’s gaze was filled with astonishment. Her beauty was truly spectacular. She looked like a fairy who had graced the world with her presence.
Hmph!
Linger Yao huffed, her delicate face scrunched up in annoyance.
At the sound Linger Yao’s cold snort, Qingfeng Li smiled awkwardly and quickly looked away from the white-cloaked woman. He didn’t want to anger Linger Yao by staring at the other woman.
Qingfeng Li smiled as he turned to Fengwu Cao. He said,
Is she the mighty self-cultivator you were talking about?
Fengwu Cao nodded and said,
Yes that’s right. She’s the White Crane Fairy, one of the most powerful masters in the entire self-cultivation world of Huaxia. It is said that she inherited the legacy of the Immortal Crane.
