“Bloody hell, what is this situation?”
Changmei Zhenren was utterly stunned.
He had never imagined that the instant Ye Qiu sat down, the Tree of the Great Dao would react so intensely.
A perverse thought suddenly flashed through Changmei Zhenren’s mind. “Could it be that this Tree of the Great Dao is female, and after years without seeing a man as handsome as the little brat, it simply could not control itself?”
Ye Qiu was also stunned.
He had not even released his spiritual force. He had only activated the Nine Revolutions Divine Dragon Art, and the tree had already resonated with him.
It was utterly unbelievable.
At that moment, the Tree of the Great Dao shook violently, the whole tree ablaze with light, solemn and majestic in appearance.
Leaf after leaf seemed like dragons soaring through the nine heavens, phoenixes crying in harmony, immortals seated in meditation, Buddhas chanting sutras, divine swords descending upon the world.
Mysterious and profound.
In the next instant, the Tree of the Great Dao suddenly uprooted itself and appeared directly above Ye Qiu’s head.
“Bloody hell!”
Changmei Zhenren let out a loud shout.
“Why on earth?”
Changmei Zhenren thought back to how he had exhausted every trick yet failed to move the Tree of the Great Dao, while Ye Qiu had done absolutely nothing, and the tree had simply placed itself above his head.
The comparison made Changmei Zhenren so furious he nearly spat blood.
Then envy turned his eyes red.
“Little brat, how exactly did you manage it?” Changmei Zhenren asked.
Ye Qiu told the plain truth. “I did nothing.”
“Nonsense.” Changmei Zhenren refused to believe him. “If you did nothing, how could it uproot itself?”
“You must have done something to it.”
“Tell me now.”
Ye Qiu said helplessly, “I truly did nothing.”
Changmei Zhenren huffed angrily. “You little brat, keeping secrets from me. I have seen right through you.”
“If you will not tell me, fine. Then we cut ties here and now, and never speak again.”
“Is it that serious?” Ye Qiu said. “I am not lying to you. I really did nothing.”
Changmei Zhenren said, “Then explain why, when I tried everything, I could not budge it.”
Ye Qiu replied with complete seriousness, “Could it be because you are rather ugly?”
“Even if I am ugly, could I be uglier than you?” Changmei Zhenren said. “Do not forget, you are currently wearing the face of Dragon Bodhisattva.”
Dragon Bodhisattva’s appearance was indeed unremarkable, the sort that, tossed into a crowd, would be impossible to pick out again, utterly ordinary.
“Perhaps this Tree of the Great Dao can see through appearances to the true essence.” As Ye Qiu spoke, the Tree of the Great Dao lowered boundless rays of light that enveloped him.
In an instant, Ye Qiu looked like a divine king, extraordinarily sacred.
At the same time, the mist that had shrouded the summit completely dispersed.
Ye Qiu was about to store the Tree of the Great Dao when suddenly a powerful aura descended from the heavens.
Ye Qiu’s gaze sharpened. He instantly recognised the newcomer.
The first divine son of the Qingyun Sword Sect.
Chen Tianming!
“This fellow went off to seek the Dragon Emperor’s inheritance. How has he ended up here?” Ye Qiu was rather surprised. He quietly beckoned, and the medicinal marten immediately slipped into the Qiankun bag.
“Hahaha, I never thought I would encounter a Tree of the Great Dao. My luck is truly excellent.”
Upon arriving, Chen Tianming did not spare Ye Qiu or Changmei Zhenren a single glance. He stared fixedly at the Tree of the Great Dao and said with burning eyes, “Legend says the Tree of the Great Dao is an exceedingly rare divine medicine. Its essence lies entirely in the leaves.”
“Those leaves can not only enhance one’s comprehension of the dao but also dispel fatigue, with many other benefits.”
“If I consume these leaves, my comprehension will rise. It might even help me achieve sainthood.”
“Once I break through to sainthood, Xiao Yichen and Qi Tian will no longer be my match.”
Chen Tianming muttered to himself, treating Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren as if they were air.
Ye Qiu felt no anger.
The first divine son of the Qingyun Sword Sect. A certain amount of arrogance was understandable.
Only then did Chen Tianming notice Ye Qiu standing beneath the Tree of the Great Dao. Disdain immediately appeared on his face.
“Yin-Yang Sect trash. For the sake of discovering the Tree of the Great Dao for me, I will spare your life. Get lost!”
His tone was not merely arrogant, it was utterly domineering, as though in Chen Tianming’s eyes Ye Qiu was an insect he could crush at any moment.
Of course, as the first divine son of the foremost great sect in the Eastern Wasteland, a peerless genius at the peak of the Tongshen realm, he did have the capital to be arrogant.
Among the geniuses who had entered the Funeral Dragon Nest this time, apart from Xiao Yichen of the Butian Sect and Qi Tian of the Yin-Yang Sect, Chen Tianming looked down on everyone else.
Unfortunately, the one he had encountered was Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu regarded the insufferably arrogant Chen Tianming and smiled with amusement. “I am afraid you still do not know, but this Tree of the Great Dao already belongs to me.”
“The only reason I have not put it away is to let you have a quick look.”
His tone was exactly like one bestowing alms.
At these words, Chen Tianming was momentarily surprised, then he still spoke with disdain. “Do you even know who I am?”
“To dare speak such words in front of me, are you seeking death?”
Before Ye Qiu could reply, Changmei Zhenren cut in first. “I know who you are. You are just Chen Tianming, the first divine son of the Qingyun Sword Sect.”
Chen Tianming said, “You have sharp eyes. Now hand over the Tree of the Great Dao obediently…”
He did not finish before Changmei Zhenren swore, “Hand it over my arse. You will soon be a corpse.”
“Seeking death.” Chen Tianming’s gaze instantly turned razor-sharp, pressing in like blades.
A fierce aura swept out from him in a flash, seeming to slice open the surrounding space.
At this moment, Chen Tianming was like a divine sword unsheathed, displaying formidable sharpness.
He had assumed that once Ye Qiu sensed his momentum, he would cower, yet Ye Qiu ignored it entirely.
“You will not yield it? Very well, then I will kill you both first.” Chen Tianming prepared to strike.
At that precise moment, a voice rang out.
“Chen Tianming, if you wish to kill a disciple of our Yin-Yang Sect, have you asked my opinion?”
The speaker had not yet arrived, but the voice had.
In the next second, a tall figure flashed in like lightning. He wore a golden robe, a golden crown upon his head, refined and handsome. It was none other than the first divine son of the Yin-Yang Sect, Qi Tian!
Qi Tian swiftly appeared in front of Ye Qiu.
“Greetings, senior brother!” Ye Qiu bowed respectfully. Changmei Zhenren followed suit.
“Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?” Qi Tian asked, puzzled.
Hearing this, Ye Qiu rejoiced inwardly and answered, “Senior brother, I am Dragon Bodhisattva.”
Qi Tian paused, then his expression softened. He smiled and said, “So you are the new disciple Master has recently taken. I did not expect our first meeting to be here. By the way, junior brother, why have you suddenly come to the Funeral Dragon Nest?”
“Master sent me,” Ye Qiu said quietly. “Senior brother, Master asked me to pass on a message. Seize the Dragon Emperor’s inheritance at any cost.”
“And do not let Chen Tianming leave the Funeral Dragon Nest alive!”
