Ye Qinghan's aura changed as he boasted, "I'm just a kid from the Insane Sect. My Insane Sect is filled with powerful experts and dominates a region. Trash like the Glory Sect, I'm not trying to brag, but there's no way they can pass the outer assessment of the Insane Sect. I've heard about the Primitive Holy Realm before. It was a super force in the past, and there were a few Chaos Giant Gods. Under the leadership of the Primitive Holy God, it was indeed a peerless sect in the Chaos Era.
"You know about the Primitive Holy God?" Sheng Juntian was surprised. There were thousands of Chaos Giant Gods, and the Primitive Holy God was a top expert. He was also revered by the Master Gods in the Chaos Era. However, after such a long time, even some of the Saints did not know about the existence of the Primitive Holy God. Yet, Ye Qinghan, an outlander, knew about it.
Ye Qinghan had read about the Secret History of Chaos. He knew a little about the true experts and super sects in the Chaos Era. It was not surprising that he knew about the Primitive Holy God.
The more Ye Qinghan acted like a pretentious prick, the more Sheng Juntian believed it to be true. He even thought that the Insane Sect was ridiculously strong. His attitude towards Ye Qinghan suddenly lost its sense of superiority.
Just as the two were talking, a middle-aged man came up. He was a half-step Lord, but his aura was very strong. He had a sense of superiority, like an emperor of the mortal world looking down on all living things. He looked down at Ye Qinghan and Sheng Juntian and said calmly, "Saint City Lord, the Third Elder, Master Potian, has summoned you. As for this person, stay here and wait."
Sheng Juntian's expression changed slightly. He looked at Ye Qinghan with an awkward expression.
Ye Qinghan did not care. After all, he was just using the Primitive Holy Sect. It was already good enough for him to burn the bridge after using it. He did not expect to be married to them, so he did not care about their attitude. He said, "Go and explain. I'll wait outside."
"Don't be angry, brother. I'll be right back," Sheng Juntian said hurriedly.
Finished speaking, Sheng Juntian and the middle-aged man quickly walked halfway up the mountain.
Ye Qinghan leaned against a stone tablet on the side of the road. He reached out and plucked a blade of grass. He put it in his mouth carelessly with a smile on his face. He looked at the boundless Sheng Land City and thought to himself, "If I can't defeat the Python Shenjiao, I'm afraid this place will be razed to the ground. Let's see if the Sage Sect Elders will take it seriously."
On the road, young disciples constantly passed by. Some went up the mountain, while others went down. They all looked at Ye Qinghan curiously. Ye Qinghan looked very young, and even more handsome. His cultivation was unfathomable, comparable to the elders and deacons in the sect. This made some disciples jealous. If not for the fact that they were no match for him, they would have taught him a lesson long ago.
"So handsome. Look at his smile, it's so charming."
"Wow, his cultivation base is so strong. I feel that he is not inferior to the Senior Brothers on the Top Ten Elite List."
"I like his unrestrained expression. This posture, even leaning against a stone, he looks so handsome …"
A group of young female disciples were infatuated. They walked back and forth in front of Ye Qinghan several times, making the male disciples even angrier.
Whoosh — — —
The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard, and flames could be seen from the friction in the air. Its target was Ye Qinghan.
"Be careful …" A delicate female disciple was shocked. She reached out to grab the hidden weapon, but the force of the hidden weapon made her lose her balance. She directly fell towards Ye Qinghan's chest.
Ye Qinghan let out a muffled groan, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he glared coldly at the incoming concealed weapon, causing it to be stuck half a meter in front of his forehead, unable to move an inch forward.
It was a small stone. It was fixed in mid-air by Ye Qinghan's will. The force blew his black hair, and the little girl in his arms was mesmerized.
Whoosh!
The stone shot up into the air. Ye Qinghan did not use any strength. There was no fluctuation of divine power, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ah — — —
After a shrill scream, a young man fell from a big tree above. His palm was pierced by the stone.
"How dare you attack a Glory Sect disciple … My hand … Ah — — He crippled my arm. I can't heal it …" The young man screamed and wailed. He mobilized his divine power to heal the wound, but the flesh and blood of the wound on his palm had been completely destroyed. He could not heal the wound at all. All he could do was cry helplessly.
"Kid, don't throw rubbish around. It's okay if you hurt yourself, but it's your fault if you hurt the flowers and plants. As a Glory Sect disciple, how can you not be compassionate?" Ye Qinghan gently pushed away the little girl in his arms and said coolly.
A few young female cultivators gulped. They were stunned by Ye Qinghan's handsomeness.
"Isn't that Senior Brother Ling Guang? He's a half-step Lord. He's been in Glory Sect for thousands of years, but he couldn't even take one hit from this person. He's so strong!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't even see him attack."
A few young disciples who were peeping at Ye Qinghan from above discussed.
"Wow, he's a real expert. His movements are as smooth as flowing water. He's so cool. He's neither servile nor overbearing. He's a real man!" The young female cultivator who was about to reach out to catch the hidden weapon said excitedly.
Ye Qinghan smiled. He did not expect this little girl to be so nice. She was actually willing to catch the hidden weapon for him with her bare hands. However, her cultivation was a little too low. She was only a middle-level god. She looked very young, probably just reaching adulthood. In the World of Cultivators, she would be considered a baby.
"Thank you for saving me. If it weren't for your reminder, I would have been killed," Ye Qinghan said calmly.
"No way. You're the strong one. I was worried for nothing," the little girl lowered her head shyly and said.
Ye Qinghan smiled but did not say anything. It was rare to see such an innocent girl.
"I'm Zi Ling 'er. What's your name? Which sect are you from? "The little girl looked up and asked.
"I'm a rogue cultivator. People from your sect are all so perverted. Don't be like them. You'll get beaten up easily if you go out," Ye Qinghan joked.
"Boy, do you want to die? How dare you insult our sect's disciples at the foot of the Sage Sect's mountain! "A few young men rushed over and surrounded Ye Qinghan.
"You've misunderstood. Senior Brother Ling attacked first …" Zi Ling 'er reached out to protect Ye Qinghan. She wanted to speak for him, but she was interrupted by the group of people before she could finish.
"Go away, you traitor. You just joined the Sage Sect and you don't even know how to protect the sect. Today, I'll report to the deacon and expel you from the sect!" A Highgod youth scolded coldly.
Ye Qinghan patted Zi Ling 'er's shoulder lightly and motioned her to stand aside.
Zi Ling 'er looked at the unruly smile on his face, which was filled with disdain. She took three steps back and ran behind Ye Qinghan. She timidly looked at her so-called senior brothers and sisters.
"You punks want to bully me?" Ye Qinghan asked indifferently.
"Bully you? You've overestimated yourself. Do you think you're so great just because you have some skills? How dare you behave so atrociously in the Sage Sect? Even the Giant God wouldn't dare! " The leader of the group scolded angrily, but he did not dare to do anything. He waved his hand and motioned to the disciples behind him, "Which Junior Brother will go and ask Senior Brother Zi Guang and the rest to take care of this piece of trash!"
Zi Guang was one of the top young fighters in the Sage Sect. He was a half-step Full God and was not weaker than the average Overgod. He had fallen from the Overgod level. If not for the Chaos Unification, he would have been a Overgod and had a high status in the Sage Sect.
A skinny, monkey-like young man with a wretched look turned around and ran towards Glory Sect.
Ling Guang was still crying and screaming. His palm was bleeding profusely. No matter how hard he tried, he could not heal his injured body. The burning pain in his palm was unbearable.
Ye Qinghan was still leaning against the rock. He spat out the grass that he chewed and reached out to grab another one. He glanced at the crowd lazily and did not reply.
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