It was not a secret that Madame Long had brought Ye Futian to visit the Gu Clan. Although it was not a big deal, it still attracted some attention.
Many people felt that this was strange. This matter was somewhat strange.
In the Starry School, there were many disciples and geniuses. At the moment, Jin Yunxiao and Long Mu stood together and attracted many people's attention.
The two never liked each other and had always been at loggerheads. Now that Jin Yunxiao was blocking Long Mu, was there going to be another conflict?
"Long Mu, did you hear about the Gu Clan? Madame Long brought Ye Futian to the Gu Clan and not you. Is the young master of the Dragon Clan you or that outsider Ye?" Jin Yunxiao's clothes were luxurious and his golden eyes were filled with mockery. After hearing the news, the Jin Clan started to suspect something.
Long Mu frowned and coldness flashed across his handsome face. He had also heard about this, but he did not know his aunt's intentions.
Many Starry School disciples were shocked when they heard Jin Yunxiao's words. Clearly, they did not know about this news.
"This is the Dragon Clan's matter. Since when did you have a say in it?" Long Mu said, glancing at Jin Yunxiao.
"Originally, I had nothing to do with it. But after meeting you here, I just pity you." Jin Yunxiao's sharp eyes revealed a hint of pity and he said, "The little princess of the Dragon Clan is now even closer to Ye Futian than she is to you. She keeps calling him Brother Futian. You saw what happened on the day of the assessment yourself. And now, the person Madam is bringing out is actually Ye Futian. I even heard that Madam and the Gu Clan discussed Gu Yunxi's marriage. On the day of the assessment, Gu Yunxi seemed to admire Ye Futian."
After speaking, Jin Yunxiao stared at Long Mu. As expected, even though Long Mu's state of mind was good, he could not remain unmoved. His expression changed.
"When your father was still alive, he was so glorious. I heard that he had the intention of forming a marriage alliance with the Gu Clan. Unfortunately, things have changed. You are not Madame's daughter after all," Jin Yunxiao continued. Jin Yunxiao continued. Long Mu's face immediately darkened and an extremely wild aura emanated from his body. He said coldly, "Shut up."
The surrounding people were shocked. Jin Yunxiao was trying to sow discord between Long Mu and the Dragon Clan. He had evil intentions.
"Did I hit the nail on the head?" Jin Yunxiao laughed.
"Scram." Long Mu said coldly. He naturally would not suspect his aunt. He knew very well how his uncle and aunt treated him. Jin Yunxiao's words could not sway them.
As for bringing Ye Futian to the Gu Clan, his aunt always brought people along when she went out. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. As for Gu Yunxi's marriage, although he did not know whether Jin Yunxiao's words were true or not, even if it was true, Ye Futian would not have a chance to discuss Gu Yunxi's marriage.
"Madame Long brought Ye Futian into the Starry School."
At this moment, a voice traveled over. People were discussing, and when it reached Long Mu's side, many people had strange looks on their faces.
They had just heard Jin Yunxiao's words, and now Madame Long had brought Ye Futian into the Starry School. What was the meaning of this?
Moreover, Ye Futian was unwilling to enter the Academy on the day of the assessment and even caused trouble. How dare he come again today?
"Long Mu, did you see that?" Jin Yunxiao laughed coldly. However, he also felt that something was off. Did Madame Long's recent actions have anything to do with the Martial Arts Battlefield?
Thinking of the person who made him kneel down in the Martial Arts Battlefield, a strong murderous intent surged in his heart.
"Ye Futian was Ling 'er's musical attendant when he just entered the Divine Sky City. What's so strange about him following Madame Long?" Long Mu looked at Jin Yunxiao coldly, but there was already a ripple in his heart. Clearly, he also felt that this matter was not so simple.
However, the surrounding people felt that Long Mu's words were not without reason. Ye Futian was given the Celestial Pavilion by Madame Long, so he naturally belonged to Madame Long. Now that he was following her, perhaps Madame Long wanted to nurture him.
Many people thought that since Madame Long brought Ye Futian to the Starry School, would she also send him to cultivate?
Madame Long naturally did not know what was happening here. At the moment, she was bringing Ye Futian to the depths of the Starry School. This was no longer an area for ordinary disciples. Many ethereal palaces stood in the air, and under the guidance of an elder of the Starry School, they came to the most majestic and ancient palace.
The palace towered into the clouds. Madame Long landed on the ground and led Ye Futian up the stairs. They walked step by step to the courtyard in front of the palace.
On the left and right, several figures appeared. Their auras were all unfathomable. Standing there, they seemed to have become one with the world. Ye Futian saw that they were all sizing him up, and their gazes seemed to be able to see through him.
None of these people had appeared on the day of the examination.
Madame Long nodded at them, after which she looked at the ancient palace and bowed slightly. Clearly, the person in the ancient palace was highly respected and had a higher seniority than Madame Long, so much so that even she had to bow.
"Come in," a voice sounded from the ancient palace.
Madame Long nodded lightly, after which she looked at Ye Futian and said, "Go in."
Ye Futian nodded and walked forward, step by step towards the mysterious ancient palace.
Madame Long said that the person she was bringing him to meet this time was a respectable elder. As long as he agreed, there would be no more suspense.
Ye Futian walked into the ancient palace and seemed to have entered a starry world. Countless stars hung high in the sky, similar to the scene contained in his divine light.
Under the starlight, an old man sat quietly in front of him, with his back facing him.
"Junior Ye Futian greets senior," Ye Futian bowed and said.
"I heard that you came from the Eastern Barren Territory and once comprehended the will of the two emperors on Sky Mountain," the old man said slowly with his back facing Ye Futian. The elder's back was facing Ye Futian as he spoke slowly. His voice was ethereal and unfathomable.
"Yes," Ye Futian nodded and said.
"No wonder you were able to enter the Holy Palace in the martial arts battlefield." The old man raised his head slightly and looked forward. "What Yitian did back then has finally been surpassed by others. Time will always move forward."
"Since you have received the inheritance of the saints, you are now a hallowed disciple. Your talent naturally does not need to be tested," the old man continued. "The Dragon Clan and the Gu Clan want to promote you as the Son. Do you know what this means?"
"Junior is slow-witted," Ye Futian said.
"Long Yitian also cultivated in Starry School and was my disciple. Later, he became more powerful than me and became the number one in Divine Sky City. He defeated all his peers in the Barren State and entered the Barren Sky Ranking. But even so, he still died outside." The old man's voice was solemn. "And you, you did what Yitian never did before. You received the divine teachings. The Dragon Clan and the Gu Clan want to promote you to the position of the Son. Be it them or Starry School, they don't want to see a Son."
Ye Futian nodded. What meaning did a Son have to Starry School?
They might as well just take what he had.
If they wanted to promote him as the Saint, they would not only value him for the Saint's inheritance, but also for the talent that he had hidden behind the Saint's inheritance.
Starry School could take away the divine teachings, but his own talent could not.
"The inheritor of the divine teachings is a disciple of the divine path and the Son. He is supposed to suppress an era." The old man's voice was solemn. Then, he turned around slowly. His starry eyes landed on Ye Futian and he asked, "Can you do it?"
He did not ask about the past and did not care about grudges. In fact, in the old man's eyes, those things did not exist and he would not consider them.
As for Ye Futian's talent, there was no need to test it. The martial arts battlefield and the divine teachings were proof.
The Son had not appeared for many years. If he wanted to be named, he would have to suppress an era. He only had to ask Ye Futian if he could do it.
Under the old man's gaze, Ye Futian felt that his body was a little ethereal, like a rootless duckweed. But he still nodded and said without hesitation, "Yes."
"Alright."
The old man nodded. Then, in the ancient palace, endless power surged into the sky. The endless starry sky seemed to gather into an ancient starry bell.
Dong!
A bell sound rang out. It was like the sound of the great path, shaking the heavens and earth. The sound swept out in an instant, causing the hearts of the cultivators outside the ancient palace to tremble.
Then, an invisible sound wave swept across the entire Starry School. The sound of the bell rang in everyone's ears, causing their hearts to tremble.
In many cultivation palaces, many powerful cultivators opened their eyes and stood up. Their hearts were shaken.
When the Starry Bell rang, what happened in the school?
They took a step forward and headed outside.
In the school, many disciples were sparring. When the bell rang, the sparring stopped instantly. Some people were shocked. The Starry Bell would only ring when something big happened. Did something happen?
The disciples walking in the school also stopped and looked in a certain direction.
Some disciples who had just entered the school did not understand and asked, "What's that sound?"
"The Starry Bell," a disciple replied. A disciple replied, "It's said that the last time this bell rang was the day Long Yitian died. Today, it's ringing again. What happened in the academy?"
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