The six young masters all moved out. Although each of them had a warm smile on their faces, there were already undercurrents surging.
This was the best time to perform, as it directly affected their positions in the hearts of Emperor Zhen Wuyang and the hundred doyens.
Gongzi Jiu had already become an existence that stood above everyone else in the competition for the peach blossom. Even those elders favored him greatly, and had the faint intention of replacing the little Celestial Emperor.
Hence, every young master mustered all their energy and raised their cultivation to the peak. After all, only by reaching the end would they be able to receive more attention.
Just as all the Derived Immortals finished their preparations and went down to the Heaven Realm, a casual voice sounded in the Heavenly Court. "Emperor Father, I will also participate in this battle for the peach."
Zhen Wuyang and all the Derived Immortals in the Heavenly Court were stunned for a moment, then they all looked at him.
The little emperor slowly stood up and swept his gaze across the Derived Immortals.
"Yan 'er, are you sure?" Zhen Wuyang also stood up, there was some joy in his eyes.
"In the past, I have never participated, causing some people to overlook my existence. This time, I just want them to know their priorities." The young emperor's voice was low and dignified. He looked at the group of Derived Immortals below him without any scruples.
The six young masters looked at each other at the same time, their expressions were all different.
Gong Zijiu did not speak, but his hands were tightly clenched together in his sleeves.
"Alright, Yan 'er, I have also not seen your cultivation for a long time. Today is a good opportunity to see it." Zhen Wuyang laughed heartily, at the same time waving his sleeves. "Men, inform Chen Qing to come in, let him accompany Yan 'er to participate."
"There's no need for that, Emperor Father. I don't need Chen Qing this time," the young Emperor Emperor said as he looked at Jian Wushuang.
Their eyes met, and he said, "Brother Jian, can you come with me?"
All the Derived Immortals looked at Jian Wushuang again.
Zhen Wuyang also looked at Jian Wushuang. The Emperor Father's consciousness that was beyond imagination could easily see everything he wanted to know.
In next to no time, he was slightly bewildered. Besides possessing shocking natural talent, this kid at the Derived Immortal Realm seemed to possess a slightly unique physique, and even he was actually unable to see through it.
At the same time, he had an indescribable feeling. Although this young man's Derived Immortal Realm was not very profound, he felt inexplicably comfortable when he looked at him. It was as if there was some sort of unknown connection between them.
Withdrawing his divine sense, Zhen Wuyang nodded and said, "Go, Yan 'er."
For this silent and gloomy First Young Master, once he had decided on something, even as an Emperor, it would be difficult to change his mind.
The young Emperor suddenly appeared in front of Jian Wushuang and tilted his head slightly. "Let's go. It seems like they can't wait any longer."
Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate. He nodded and walked out of the Heavenly Court.
The skinny purple-robed man suddenly grabbed Jian Wushuang's arm. His turbid eyes seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he only said in a low voice, "I'll leave the young Emperor to you."
The young Emperor walked forward and patted the skinny purple-robed man's shoulder. Then, he walked out of the Heavenly Court with Jian Wushuang.
The flowing clouds unfurled, and the Derived Force was vast.
Standing outside the Heavenly Court, all the Derived Immortals descended like startled birds. The six Young Masters also brought their companions and descended to the Heavenly Realm.
The battle for the peach that involved more than three hundred Derived Immortals began.
Seated in the Heavenly Court, Emperor Zhen Wuyang waved his hand. A faintly discernible painting formed by the Derived Force was projected in the hall.
The scene in the painting was the brilliant Heavenly Realm.
"Everyone, who do you think will be able to obtain the peach this time?" Zhen Wuyang bowed and asked.
"It should be the Second Young Master." A long-bearded old man stroked his beard and smiled.
Another black-robed old man retorted, "The Fourth Young Master is not weak either."
"The Third Young Master is the last candidate to obtain the peach of immortality. If I'm not wrong, he already has a preliminary understanding of the immortal technique."
The hundreds of elders in the Heavenly Court expressed their opinions, but they all pointed to the Second Young Master, the Third Young Master, and the Fourth Young Master.
Zhen Wuyang seemed to have other answers. He looked at the statue-like Uncle Yu beside him and said, "Yu Chang, what do you think?"
Uncle Yu raised his head. His turbid and deep eyes seemed to pierce through the flowing clouds and look at the Heavenly Realm.
"The little fellow beside the young Emperor is not ordinary."
"So you also think he will obtain the peach of immortality this time?"
"The young Emperor has a calm temperament. He won't do anything he isn't confident in. Once he makes a move, everything will be set in stone."
After hearing Uncle Yu's words, Zhen Wuyang didn't say anything else. He carefully looked at the painting together with the other elders.
Amidst the vast flowing clouds, two figures dressed in black robes sat upright in the clouds. They didn't seem to be in a hurry to obtain the peach of immortality. Instead, they seemed to be traveling.
The Heavenly Realm that carried the entire Heavenly Court was completely composed of tall mountains and giant rivers. It was extremely mysterious and vast.
On the spacious flowing clouds, the young Emperor shouted as if he was afraid that Jian Wushuang couldn't hear him, "How confident do you think we can make it to the end?"
Jian Wushuang replied, "I don't know either. I'll do my best."
"Then what if my brothers and subordinates attack again?"
"Isn't that simple? Just kill them back. However, I think that they will restrain themselves in the Heavenly Court. At most, they will play some small tricks."
"This time, no matter what, I must obtain the peach of immortality. There can't be any mistakes."
"You're so confident? I can feel that your brothers and subordinates have a deep grudge against you. Who knows, they might join forces to surround you. "
"Why? Are you afraid?" The young Emperor raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Of course I'm afraid. I still want to live for a few more years after being dragged into this for no reason." Jian Wushuang lay on the clouds and said leisurely.
The young Emperor pursed his lips. "To be able to become a Derived Immortal, who doesn't view lifespan as nothing? You're an old monster who has lived for god knows how many years, yet you're so attached to longevity?"
Jian Wushuang felt very helpless. It had been less than ten million years since he stepped onto the path of cultivation. Now, he was actually called an old monster. It added a sense of age to him for no reason.
Moreover, he couldn't explain as it involved too many things. It was extremely likely that he would cause unnecessary trouble because of a slip of the tongue.
Even the Derived Immortals in the Great Yan Huan would find it hard to imagine a Derived Immortal who was only a few million years old.
After casually beating around the bush, the two of them fell into the Heavenly Realm under the young Emperor's pull.
In the surging and roaring giant water, two figures moved forward against the waves.
Derived Immortals who were also participating in the fight for the peach of immortality passed by. They only glanced at them before hurriedly moving away.
Until the last moment of the fight for the peach of immortality, every Derived Immortal was unwilling to cross swords with Emperor Zhen Wuyang's son.
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