Peerless Battle Spirit Chapter 39 - An Astonishing Entrance

Chapter 39 - An Astonishing Entrance
No one had expected someone to unleash such a terrible, murderous aura as they approached the crowd of new disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sect.
Qin Nan was also quite stunned and looked in the direction of the aura.
A young man in a white robe appeared before them, with nine golden rays emerging from his back. Among the nine golden rays was a floating, flaming red flute. The deafening noise originated from this.
Everyone was aghast at the sight—even Qin Nan’s eyes were filled with surprise.
Nine golden rays… This guy’s Martial Spirit is ninth-grade Huang ranked!
A ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit—how marvelous is that?
Even in the Mystic Spirit Sect, anyone with an eighth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit was considered one of the top talents. Anyone with a ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit would then have to be a super genius.
This was a ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit before them; even though it was only a grade higher than the eighth-grade Huang rank, the difference was incredibly large.
“Ah! It’s Ling Zixiao!” Among the disciples, a seventh-layer Body Tempering Realm youngster yelled suddenly, with a respectful expression on his face, “I’ve heard of him before. This young man, possessing a ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit, had reached the eighth-layer Body Tempering Realm just three months after awakening it.
Upon hearing this, everyone finally recovered from the shock, while breathing heavily. Their gazes toward Ling Zixiao were filled with a sense of fear.
As a matter of fact, it did not matter if they knew Ling Zixiao’s name or his identity. As soon as they had witnessed his ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit, they were forced to be respectful—and fearful.
Who was worthy enough among the new disciples standing on this White Jade Dojo to compete with Ling Zixiao?
Ling Zixiao ignored the crowd’s reaction. His eyes were focused on the attractive Xiao Qingxue, as he gently recited a poem, “A beautiful woman coming out from a painting, just like the descendant of a fairy maiden from the Heavens, such purity. I initially thought it was only a mere poem; little did I know such woman does indeed exist in this world.”
Ling Zixiao took a deep breath and said with an honest face, “Lady Qingxue, My name’s Ling Zixiao. Are you willing to be my friend?”
Throughout the whole process. Ling Zixiao’s gaze never switched direction, as if he did not see Qin Nan standing beside Xiao Qingxue.
Qin Nan was not bothered by Ling Zixiao’s action; instead, he took the chance to carefully inspect Ling Zixiao’s ‘Fiery Flute Martial Spirit’.
Xiao Qingxue, on the other hand, frowned her eyebrows slightly. Although this Ling Zixiao had a ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit—which was a grade higher than hers, and could be deemed to have a bright future—she wasn't fond of him for unknown reasons.
Upon seeing Xiao Qingxue remain silent, Ling Zixiao gave Qin Nan a cold glare and said, “The reason Lady Qingxue is unwilling to accept my offer—is it because of this guy? I stumbled into Brother Mo Li just now, who told me there was a piece of trash standing beside Lady Qingxue. I initially thought it was a joke, but seems like it was true.”
Throughout this time, a smile remained on Ling Zixiao’s face, who pretended to be a gentleman.
Despite this, Xiao Qingxue and Qin Nan’s expressions turned cold at the same time.
Xiao Qingxue had finally realized why she was not fond of Ling Zixiao; it was because this guy was the super genius Mo Li had discovered in the Luo River Kingdom!
As for Qin Nan, there were no personal feelings about Ling Zixiao initially. However, with Mo Li’s provocation, Ling Zixiao had approached them and smilingly mocked him straightaway—why would Qin Nan feel content?
Do you, Ling Zixiao, really think you’re unbeatable with your ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit?
The disciples in the surroundings of the White Jade Dojo all looked forward of how the drama would develop before them.
They were interested to see how Qin Nan—who previously opposed Mo Li—would react facing someone with a ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit like Ling Zixiao.
At that moment, another strange occurrence suddenly took place.
Everyone was experiencing a strange feeling, as if a river of blood had descended, bringing an incredibly bloody aura toward them, along with a sense of agony and bloodlust.
Everyone’s expressions changed slightly, as the aura appeared to be much stronger and more ferocious than Ling Zixiao’s!
The previous smile on Ling Zixiao’s face had stiffened, and he turned around, his eyes filled with coldness.
Within their view, a bulky half-naked man approached them in huge steps; nine golden rays were seen emerging from his back—among the rays was a large floating sword that looked like it was made of blood. It was the source of the bloody aura which encapsulated the entire area.
Everyone staggered once again; another super genius with a ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit?
Furthermore, this muscleman’s cultivation base had surpassed Ling Zixiao’s, and reached the tenth-layer Body Tempering Realm!
When he saw this, Qin Nan took a deep breath. In addition to the forty-three people he noticed, plus these two ninth-grade Huang ranked super geniuses, it meant he now had to be cautious of a total of forty-five people.
Even Qin Nan felt a sense of pressure in the current situation.
“The Mystic Spirit Sect is indeed one of the top four sects, attracting the top talents to gather here. Now, there are already two ninth-grade Huang ranked recruits, which are only those that appear on the surface. No one knows the exact amount of ninth-grade Huang ranked people, or even the amount of eighth-grade Huang ranked people.” Qin Nan thought while he analyzed the situation before him.
It was unclear why—even though he was exposed to such terrifying pressure—Qin Nan’s blood was flowing double the normal speed.
His heart was racing, as if it was about to burst out from his chest.
His body and his subconscious were excited after the entry of these two ninth-grade Huang ranked super geniuses.
Despite that, no one paid attention to Qin Nan’s reaction.
Ling Zixiao—who was initially gentleman-like—was now wearing a cold expression, as he said, “Huang Long, are you being a copycat, following my action of unleashing my Martial Spirit?”
The muscleman—whose name appeared to be Huang Long—let out a laugh, his face full of disdain after hearing these words, “Loser, stop talking bullshit. If you disapprove of my actions, then step forward; I’ll grant you your death with just a slap!”
As he spoke, a ferocious aura started to grow.
The other new disciples at the White Jade Dojo were shocked. Previously, they were impressed by the aura emitted by Ling Zixiao; little did they know this Huang Long—who had just arrived—was more powerful and ruthless than Ling Zixiao.
If they were to face Huang Long or Ling Zixiao, what would the outcome be?
Almost everyone on the scene had the same thought.
Following this, they immediately shook their heads to stop their imagination.
To go against someone of the eighth-layer Body Tempering Realm, or tenth-layer Body Tempering that possessed ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirits; were they out of their minds?
Ling Zixiao’s expression was even more twisted; instead of showing some respect, this Huang Long chose to slap him on the face in front of all the disciples.
Despite that, Ling Zixiao did not dare to move, as Huang Long’s cultivation was indeed two layers higher than him. If a fight broke out, Ling Zixiao did not have the confidence in himself.
Does it mean I must just watch Huang Long be cocky and directly slap me on the face?
Ling Zixiao took a deep breath. With a sudden flicker in his eyes, the cold expression on his face disappeared as he smirked and said, “Huang Long, I do admit your cultivation is stronger, but don’t think you can be cocky just because of that. Let me tell you something; this Qin Nan beside Lady Qingxue is a top genius who doesn’t think Brother Mo Li is worthy of his attention!”
Upon hearing these words, Qin Nan and Xiao Qingxue’s faces turned cold.
This Ling Zixiao is indeed shameless; he plans to twist his words so that Huang Long would redirect his attention onto Qin Nan, to get rid of his own awkwardness.
As expected, the focus of the crowd recentered on Qin Nan after these words.
“Oh? Even Mo Li is not worthy of his attention?” Huang Long appeared to be interested, as his wide open eyes looked in Qin Nan’s direction. A disappointed expression appeared on his face after a glance, “Merely fifth-layer Body Tempering Realm; he is nothing but a disrespectful piece of trash!”