Ye Futian, Xia Qingyuan, and the others were still waiting outside the Regional Palace in Crimson Dragon City. They were not in a hurry to enter the Regional Palace.
Although they had already set up a plan to kill the Ninth Servant in Qianye City, it was still questionable whether they would succeed. He would not be able to relax until news came.
The City Lord of Ancient Imperial City would not be easy to deal with.
But given the relationship between the two sides, they had no choice but to act.
If they did not act, they would have to wait for the Ninth Servant to act.
Finally, Ye Futian saw a figure walking toward him. It was Wu Yong.
Seeing Wu Yong's expression, Ye Futian was secretly relieved. At least, there should be no problems.
Wu Yong came to Ye Futian's side and reported what had happened in Qianye City. He then led the people from Qianye City back. Before leaving, Ye Futian gave some instructions. When Wu Yong and the others had disappeared, Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Xia Qingyuan turned and entered the Regional Palace.
News of the battle in Qianye City quickly spread throughout the Crimson Dragon Realm. Ye Futian had killed Xing Kai on the Crimson River, and the Holiness of Nirvanas from Qianye City had cut off one of the Ninth Servant's arms, severely injuring him and forcing him to retreat.
In the battle between the two cities, Qianye City had not been at a disadvantage.
This made countless people sigh. Many years later, the title of the number one city outside of Crimson Dragon City would very likely change hands.
After that battle, there had been no movement from Ancient Imperial City. It was said that the Ninth Servant had been gravely injured and was recovering in Ancient Imperial City.
But no matter what, that battle had proven how powerful Qianye City was. If the Ninth Servant were to attack Qianye City again, he would probably have to consider whether Qianye City would retaliate and attack Ancient Imperial City directly.
Unless he could kill all the Holiness of Nirvanas in Qianye City in one fell swoop.
Qianye City sent people to keep an eye on Ancient Imperial City, or rather, on the Ninth Servant's movements. At the same time, the leaders of the nine tribes did not leave. They had been training in the city lord's office, in case the Ninth Servant attacked again.
Moreover, they had all stayed willingly. Ye Futian had ordered Wu Yong to teach them the abilities of Emperor Kua's lineage.
After Yaya recovered, she and Yan Yuan had worked together to set up two Sword Matrixes of the Void in Qianye City, just in case.
However, the Ninth Servant did not attack Qianye City again after that. It was as if everything had gradually calmed down.
Xing Kai, the man who had been famous for a time, gradually faded from everyone's memories as time passed. People would only occasionally think of him when the Battle of the Crimson River was mentioned.
Now, people would mention his name more — Ye Futian, the City Lord of Qianye City.
However, after Ye Futian entered the Regional Palace to cultivate, he seemed to fade out of their sight. He had not appeared in the outside world for a long time.
The Crimson River continued to flow, just like time itself.
Unknowingly, two years had passed.
Over the past two years, a large number of outstanding figures had emerged in the Crimson Dragon Realm. The monthly Battle of the Sleeping Dragon was still the center of attention. Two Battles of the Crimson River had broken out, and two geniuses had entered the Regional Palace.
However, no one had been able to rise as brilliantly as Ye Futian had in the past.
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Divine Prefecture Calendar Year 10,027.
In the Regional Palace, on an ancient peak that was branded red, two figures each stood on top of a flaming peak, their bodies blooming with an incomparably tyrannical aura.
One of them held a halberd, and the other held a sword.
At the foot of the flaming mountain peak, there were people standing everywhere, gazing at the two figures in the distance.
Terrible sword light seemed to drown out the air. The swordsman holding the sword made his move.
The sword came out, and 3,000 swords moved. Countless sword light streaked across the sky, blinding everyone's eyes.
The other person moved as well, thrusting out with the halberd in his hand.
On top of the flaming peaks, there was a scene of doomsday. The surrounding peaks exploded one after another, or were cut to the ground. The sword light grew stronger with each strike, and it was the same with the halberd. Every strike was like a rainbow piercing through the sun, piercing through the air and destroying the Great Path.
Brilliant bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, accompanied by a loud noise. The two separated, each returning to their original positions before the battle.
Pei Min looked down at the short sword in his hand, which was only left with the hilt. He smiled bitterly at the silver-haired young man.
When Ye Futian had become a Proving Holiness Saint, his sword had been able to suppress him if he had not used all of his trump cards.
But now that Ye Futian had become a Saint of True Self, even if he had only used his halberd techniques, it would have been enough to destroy his sword.
"Again?" asked Ye Futian.
"Don't come looking for me in the future." Pei Min's body flashed, and he disappeared in a flash of sword light.
Ye Futian looked at the departing figures with a strange expression. He remembered that when he had first entered the Regional Palace, it had been Pei Min who had asked him to spar.
Ye Futian turned his eyes to the people standing in the distance, watching the battle from different directions. He asked, "Are any of you interested?"
"Let's go." Everyone turned and left.
Even Pei Min had stopped playing. Were they going to fight?
Were they looking for trouble?
Now that this bastard had become a Saint of True Self, there was no way he could have fun.
If he wanted to spar with them in the future, he would just pretend that he did not know them.
Ye Futian felt a little sad as he watched them turn and leave. It was so lonely being invincible!
The people of the first two planes of the Divine Path in the Regional Palace had fought almost all of them in the past year or two. And at the beginning, most of them had come looking for trouble.
After all, he had made a name for himself at the Battle of the Crimson River by killing Xing Kai.
These people who cultivated in the Regional Palace naturally wanted to learn from him.
But at this moment, a figure flashed towards Ye Futian.
Soon, this beautiful figure came in front of Ye Futian. She had a noble temperament and was cold and beautiful. It was Yin Tianjiao, the daughter of Emperor Wu.
"You want to spar?" asked Ye Futian.
"Yes." Yin Tianjiao nodded slightly and said, "It's not really a spar. I'm far from being your match. Just think of it as asking for some advice. I have some problems with my cultivation."
During the time Ye Futian had been in the Regional Palace, they had become quite familiar with each other.
Moreover, Ye Futian's personality was different from the old Xing Kai.
Xing Kai was proud and aloof, like a crane in a flock of chickens, difficult to get close to. Ye Futian seemed very casual most of the time, and even liked to joke occasionally. Even someone as proud as Pei Min could get along with him. Although they did not talk much other than sparring, Yin Tianjiao knew that Pei Min recognized and even admired Ye Futian.
However, knowing what Ye Futian had done in the past, Yin Tianjiao knew very well that this guy was very cruel and decisive to his enemies.
Of course, he was also very talented, and his understanding of cultivation was far better than hers.
"Alright." Ye Futian nodded. He naturally would not refuse.
"If you have problems with your cultivation, why not ask the elders or the cave master? He has only been a Saint of True Self for a short time, so he can teach you a lot." A voice was heard, and Xia Qingyuan floated over, looking at Ye Futian and Yin Tianjiao.
"There is always someone to learn from. Moreover, Ye Futian's talent is better than mine. Sometimes it is easier to find some problems between peers," Yin Tianjiao replied plainly, looking up at Xia Qingyuan who had come over.
"You're right," Xia Qingyuan nodded. "However, if we were to spar, you probably wouldn't be a match for him, and it would be of no benefit to your cultivation. Why don't we spar? Maybe we can find each other's shortcomings."
A strange look flashed in Yin Tianjiao's eyes. She looked at Xia Qingyuan's eyes and saw that she looked very calm, and her voice was very casual, as if it was just a normal suggestion.
"Alright." Yin Tianjiao nodded, and at the same time, her body flashed, heading towards the battlefield next to her.
Xia Qingyuan also stepped forward, heading towards Yin Tianjiao.
Soon, a delightful battle broke out, shaking the sky and earth in an instant. Both of their attacks were extremely violent, and they fought each other with their attacks.
？？？
Ye Futian, who had been left to the side, had a strange look on his face as he watched the violent battle between the two.
Was it really that realistic?
He couldn't afford to mess with them.
Ye Futian turned around, and his body flashed as he left. He passed by a figure and said, "Yu Sheng, let's go."
Yu Sheng took a step forward and left with Ye Futian.
The two of them came to a high ground, and Ye Futian sat on the ground.
Before he knew it, it was already the 10,027th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar. He had cultivated quietly in the Regional Palace for nearly two years, and he had successfully taken a step forward in his plane, becoming a Saint of True Self.
In terms of the cultivation of many abilities, he was also much stronger than before.
But Ye Futian understood that in reality, his current plane was still not considered high in the Crimson Dragon Realm.
However, he could not continue to cultivate patiently.
In his heart, there were always two big concerns.
Perhaps he could try to solve one of them now.
Not long after, a figure flashed over. It was Xia Qingyuan.
"Is it over?" Ye Futian asked.
That was a bit fast.
Xia Qingyuan looked at Ye Futian coldly and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded. "Princess, I want to go back to Emperor Xia's Realm. There is something that I need your help with."
Xia Qingyuan looked at Ye Futian. If it was not something very important, Ye Futian would not have looked for her, let alone asked for her help.
Thinking of this, she felt a little unhappy, and her eyes were cold.
She wanted to ignore Ye Futian, but she could guess what Ye Futian wanted to do, and she understood the significance of this matter to Ye Futian.
"Okay." Xia Qingyuan immediately agreed.
"Princess, are you not going to ask me what it is?" Ye Futian asked.
"You call me princess. Do I need to ask?" Xia Qingyuan's eyes were cold. Ye Futian smiled in shame. He knew that Xia Qingyuan had guessed it.
He would only call her princess when he needed her help. Speaking of which, he was indeed a little shameless.
He could not help but feel a little guilty.
But he had to do this, and he did not want to wait.
Seeing Ye Futian's bitter smile, Xia Qingyuan said to him again, "Are you sure you want to do it now?"
There was still some risk in doing it now.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded. Waiting was definitely a kind of torture. It was like this for him, and it was even more so for his brothers.
"In that case, let's go right away. I'll go ask father for help." Xia Qingyuan did not say anything more.
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