God Emperor Chapter 941 - Son of Deity, Saintess

Chapter 941: Son of Deity, Saintess
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Man Ye rubbed his iron-pot sized fist and grinned. “Who wouldn’t have extraordinary talents to have become a Banner Lord of the Nether Heavenly Palace? But, how many of them have become saints?”
Zhao Wuliang said, “The Banner Lords of the Nether Heavenly Palace are surely all talents, but none of them has a saint body.”
“Is there a person who has the saint body among the candidates today?”
Man Ye was obviously surprised. His eyes opened widely like two big copper bells.
Zhang Wuliang nodded, “The son of the disciple of the Discipline King Chengxu, Baiyu, has a saint body of Flying Fairy. Not only has he made great achievements in the Way of Sword, but also has a much faster speed than other monks at his state because of his special body structure.”
Then Zhao Wuliang stretched a finger to point at a handsome young man in the crowd. “That’s him.”
Bai Yu had an extremely fair skin color and a pair of white wings on his back, just like his name [In Chinese, Bai means white Yu feather]. Apparently he was no human, but from the Half-Human Clan.
Bai Yu stood casually among the Half-Saints with an ancient white sword on his back, looking outstanding to have stolen the spotlight of the rest.
“Extraordinary speed with the unparalleled Way of Sword, this man has boundless prospects in the future.” Man Ye’s eyes were lit. He laughed, “I will take him in. Don’t you scramble with me.”
“Do as you like.”
Zhao Wuliang just smiled, showing no intention to contend with Man Ye.
Man Ye gave a stare to Zhao Wuliang, feeling odd. “Zhao Wuliang, since when have you become so kind and generous? Could it be that there are other people better than Bai Yu?”
“Not necessarily better than Baiyu. It’s just that I’ve had my eyes on him,” said Zhao Wuliang.
Man Yue said, “Who’s that to have stolen your attention?”
“It won’t do harm if I tell you. He is the son of the disciple of Discipline King Diyuan, Ning Guihai. He has been learning and exercising the tricks of assassination, poison, venomous worm, invisibility and so on since childhood. Not long ago, he succeeded in the assassination of a Fifth Level Half Saint. I have some connections with Discipline King Diyuan. Naturally, I will help to guide and look after him once he enters the Nether Heavenly Palace.”
It was scary for a Third Level Half-Saint to assassinate a Fifth Level Half-Saint.
Even a saint body couldn’t go beyond two states to defeat the enemy.
At that time, another person walked with a steady pace from afar all the way to the foot of Poluo Mountain.
The person was about 30 years old, looking well-mannered in a scholar robe.
Both Bai Yu and Ning Guihai cast a sharp look at him when he showed up, attempting to defeat him.
He was the son of the disciple of Discipline King Tianji, Yan Kongming, the so-called, Thousand-calculation Sorcerer. His reputation was about the same as Bai Yu and Ning Guihai.
With three powerful figures showing up together, it was already intense before the test started.
“Funny that Yan Kongming should have also come to take the test. Three out of the Four Discipline Kings have sent representatives here. Why didn’t Discipline King Haiming send one as well?” Man Ye frowned, wondering.
Zhao Wuliang gave a weird laugh, “The Half-Saints among the sons of the disciples of Discipline King Haiming must have all died.”
Man Ye stared afar. He laughed at the sight of three lights racing to them, “That’s not true. Look, aren’t they already here?”
“Are they?”
Zhao Wuliang’s eyes gave a look of surprise and disbelief.
It had to be told that only Zhao Wuliang himself had killed seven sons of disciples among those sent by Discipline King Haiming.
Powerful as Discipline King Haiming was, how many Half-Saints could he have trained?
According to Zhao Wuliang, none of the rest of Discipline King Haiming’s sons of disciples had the ability to compete for the Banner Lord.
As the three light shuttles landed on the ground, they revealed their true identities, Blue Night, Ji Shui and Zhang Ruochen.
Lots of people onsite knew Blue Night and Jishui. But they were obviously too powerful to compete for the Banner Lord positions.
So they all stared at Zhang Ruochen at the end.
“He’s the one sent by Discipline King Haiming?” Bai Yu shook his head at the sight of Zhang Ruochen.
“Too weak. He’s only at the second level of the Half-Saint. Does Discipline King Haiming have no other choices?”
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They all looked away and stopped paying attention to Zhang Ruochen. Bai Yu, Yan Kongming and Ning Guihai were the top three in their minds.
Some of the weak Half-Saints colluded with each other secretly. If they defeated one of the top three first, they would have the chance to become a Banner Lord.
Bai Yu, Yan Kongming and Ning Guihai weren’t so stressed, and they thought the positions of the Banner Lords were theirs already and taking the test was only going through the formality. They could handle it at ease.
Blue Night looked at Zhang Ruochen emotionlessly. “Go! You have to become a Banner Lord of the Nether Heavenly Palace, even if it costs your life. If you faile, the Blood God Venomous Worm will have eaten you away within a month, even if the Master wouldn’t kill you by himself.”
“Wait a second.”
Ji Shui stopped Zhang Ruochen. She took out a pair of scarlet red fistgloves made of metal, and gave them to him. “Saint Raven Fistgloves. I lend these to you. They can help you.”
Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised to perceive feelings in the heartless Blood God Sect, whose only standard was value.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t waste words on courtesy. He accepted the Saint Raven Fistgloves, and gave a sincere look at Ji Shui, “Thanks a lot, Senior Uncle Ji.”
Blue Night gave a light look at Ji Shui, not saying anything.
The Saint Raven Fistgloves were a saint weapon, having 536 inscriptions inside. Without the Holy Qi put into them, each of the gloves was 250 kilograms heavy, giving out boiling heat.
Putting on the fistgloves, Zhang Ruochen’s arms were covered by pieces of scarlet red metal. He made steps forwards, walking to the front of the Half-Saints.
Zhao Wuliang looked at the sun, which had rose above the treetops, and said, “It’s about time. Let’s start the test.”
Man Ye nodded. He looked down at the Half-Saints below, and introduced himself with a deafening voice briefly. Then, he added, “Now that you’ve come to Poluo Mountain, you should all have known something about the test of the Nether Heavenly Palace. Now, I will walk you through one more time.”
Man Ye turned around, and pointed at the cloud behind him. “See the three black battle flags on the top of the mountain? The rule is quite simple: whoever gets to the mountaintop and pulls out the battle flag first is going to be the Banner Lord of the Nether Heavenly Palace.”
Everyone looked in the direction pointed to by Man Ye.
Poluo Mountain was 13 kilometers tall, penetrating the clouds. It looked quite lofty, like it had went through the sky.
All Half-Saints had sharp eyes to see the three black battle flags through the clouds.
“There’s something about this mountain,” Zhang Ruochen said to himself secretly.
The rest of the Half-Saints all knew a little about Poluo Mountain. So they were clear that it wouldn’t be an easy task to climb to the top.
Just before everyone started to climb, two people landed at the foot of Poluo Mountain, flying from afar.
A man and a woman.
All Half-Saints onsite were shocked by their appearances and bowed to them.
“Greetings, Your Highness, Son of Deity and Saintess.”
Zhang Ruochen bowed with the rest of the crowd.
But he also observed the Son of Deity and the Saintess secretly.
The Son of Deity had three eyes and a tall and sturdy figure. He had golden battle armor on, and a long spear shaped into a snake in his hand, appearing to be extremely mighty.
The Saintess stood at the right side of the Son of the Deity, and was graceful, gentle, and slender. Her skin was like crystal, looking like a dream in the nine layers of saint light. It was hard to see her clearly.
There was only one Saintess in the Blood God Sect, therefore the Saintess enjoyed a high status. And if the Saintess was good enough that her cultivation had surpassed that of the Son of the Deity, she would have the opportunity to become the future Hierarch.
It was quite unexpected that the Son of the Deity and the Saintess should have come. Even the two Banner Kings, Man Ye and Zhao Wuliang, had walked immediately to them, cupping their hands to show their respect and welcome.
“Greetings, Your Highness, Son of Deity, Saintess.”
Mei Lanzhu, the Son of the Deity of the Blood God Sect, raised his hand slightly, and said, “My two Banner Kings, save your manners. The Saintess and I are commanded by the Hierarch to come to exercise in the Nether Heavenly Palace today.”
Man Ye wondered, “Since the Hierarch has commanded it, why should you come here, instead of going directly to the Nether Heavenly Palace?”
The Son of the Deity of the Blood God Sect smiled, “Out of fair play, the Hierarch meant for us to take part in the test.”
All Half-Saints onsite were astonished.
The Son of Deity and the Saintess would take part in the test, too?
There were only three positions in total. The Son of Deity and the Saintess would surely take two of them. So there would be only one spot left for them all.
Even Bai Yu, Yan Kongming and Ning Guihai couldn’t keep calm, and started to observe each other.
All of them had taken the Blood God Venomous Worms in, as they were all commanded to become the Banner Lords by their Discipline Kings.
Once they failed to accomplish the task, they would end up pathetically, if not died.
Zhang Ruochen was a little shocked as well. Why should the Son of the Deity and the Saintess engage? Wouldn’t it be harder for him to take the battle flag?
Not giving them much time to think, Man Ye ordered, “The test for the Banner Lords of the Nether Heavenly Palace, starts now!”
Before he could finish saying “now,” all Half-Saints displayed their fastest moves to race to the top of Poluo Mountain.
There were wards thickly arranged in the Poluo Mountain, which could deprive the flying ability of Half-Saints.
And the higher they climbed up, the stronger they would be forced by the gravity of the mountain.