The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 501: Finding A Master at the Immemorial Realm

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lin Langya was an old disciple of the Door of Desolation. He was at the Spirit Devour Realm, but for an old disciple that wasn’t something special.

“Elder Tian Mu, why are you bringing a Spirit Devour Realm kid to the Immemorial Realm?” Taiyi Qinglian asked when she saw the old man.

“If you can bring a Heaven’s Strength Realm kid here, why can’t I bring a Spirit Devour Realm kid ?” The old man called Elder Tian Mu stopped, looked at Taiyi Qinglian, and continued speaking, “Little girl, don’t disrespect me just because your master is Huo Yun, that old fellow. I am still an elder of the Door of Desolation.”

“Elder Tian Mu, in the Door of Desolation, seniority isn’t that important,” Taiyi Qinglian said hostilely. “The most important thing is one’s strength. In any case, the person I brought is the disciple of the Asura Palace, the number one new student of this year’s Desolate Ancient World trial. Many elders have already expressed interest in him. But why are you bringing that man here?”

“Hmph!” Elder Tian Mu snorted coldly before saying, “Recently, it has been discovered that Lin Langya has the Celestial Hound Physique. He’s now advanced to the Transcendence Realm, and his Transcendence Golden Body is the Howling Celestial Hound, ranked at the fifteenth place on the Transcendence Ranking, a Transcendence Golden Body able to devour the heavens. How is a puny Asura Palace disciple comparable to him?”

“What? Howling Celestial Hound?” Taiyi Qinglian was shocked. “The Spirithound Clan is tiny. How is it possible that a Celestial Hound Physique would appear among them?”

“But it has,” said Elder Tian Mu. “He’s even attracted the interest of the young society head. I’m bringing him here today on the young society head’s orders.”

“Hmph, whether it’s actually the Celestial Hound Physique, it will have to be further verified,” Taiyi Qinglian said. “We can’t let an elder to accept the wrong disciple by mistake.”

“I don’t have the time to talk nonsense with you here,” Tian Mu said irritably. “I’m bringing Lin Langya to see an elder interested in accepting him as a disciple.”

They both walked through the door.

“Let’s go, Ye Mo. Ignore them,” Taiyi Qinglian said and brought Ye Mo forward as well.

The moment they went through the door and arrived in the Immemorial Realm, Ye Mo felt himself soaked by a surging, dense energy that seemed somehow colorful, giving him a feeling like he was floating in the air.

Below them was still the sea of clouds, yet these clouds were as solid as a rock. One could walk on the clouds easily, even without using any lightness technique. It was quite a magical place.

“The Immemorial Realm is filled with a unique energy called the Immemorial Energy,” Taiyi Qinglian said. “It’s only useful to those in the Transcendence Realm or above. By staying in an environment with Immemorial Energy for the long term, one’s flesh will be filled, one’s meridians nurtured, and one’s Mortal Gates strengthened.”

Taiyi Qinglian waved her hand, gathering a clump of energy that revolved above her palm.

When Ye Mo tried to sense the energy, he found that it wasn’t pure energy like the spiritual energy in the world outside. When absorbed into his Energy Center, the energy remained in his Energy Center and refused to be converted into true energy.

What about the Rising Dragon Pillar? Ye Mo wondered.

Ye Mo stealthily activated his Rising Dragon Pillar and started devouring the Immemorial Energy around him. The terrifying devouring force of the Rising Dragon Pillar erupted and pulled in a large amount of Immemorial Energy into his body before refining it all.

Howl! Howl! Howl!

Within Ye Mo’s body, 100 streams of Caged Dragon Power awakened in the span of a single breath. The discovery caused Ye Mo both shock and joy.

But Ye Mo did not dare to devour the energy endlessly. After all, the energy was multicolored so the energy flow could be observed with the naked eye. He would have to absorb it stealthily, bit by bit, so others wouldn’t notice.

“Junior Brother Ye Mo, I brought you here to meet an extremely old man with extremely high status in the Door of Desolation,” Taiyi Qinglian said. “His name is Elder Wu Tian. He’s an elder at the peak stage of the Transcendence Realm. He was looking for a disciple before. Because of that, he went to watch your trial. He might be interested in you and could accept you as his disciple. He only has an adopted son and no disciple thus far, so many clans have been sending their genius youths to him for a chance to be accepted as his disciple. I suspect that Elder Tian Mu is also trying to bring Lin Langya to him as well, so you must defeat him on my behalf. Do you understand?”

“Don’t worry, senior sister.” Ye Mo was completely confident in his abilities. “I’ve already defeated that Lin Langya before. And I won first place during the Desolate Ancient World trial. As long as Elder Wu Tian isn’t senile, he’ll never accept someone like Lin Langya over me.”

“Elder Wu Tian’s residence is just ahead,” Taiyi Qinglian said. “Let’s go.”

Sure enough, there was a massive building not far ahead. It was seven stories tall, with an extremely graceful ambiance. The building was surrounded by blooming flowers, mountains, and beautiful streams of water.

At the topmost level of the building was a middle-aged man, currently playing with two crystal balls. He was dressed in an ash gray robe, emanating an aura that fluctuated non-stop. Because of the fluctuating aura, his actual strength was a mystery.

“So this is the strength of someone at the peak stage of Transcendence Realm?” Ye Mo was incomparably shocked when he laid his eyes on that man.

“Ye Mo, when you arrive at Elder Wu Tian’s place, you should try to hide the ‘Asura Palace temper. Understand?” It was obvious what Taiyi Qinglian was trying to say. They could afford to be arrogant and unbridled before others, but not facing Elder Wu Tian.

Who exactly is this Elder Wu Tian? Ye Mo wondered, That even Senior Sister Qinglian is so respectful of him?

People from the Asura Palace were known for being arrogant and unbridled. Each of their disciples was a genius, greatly feared by others. It was rumored that their legendary eldest senior brother was even at the supreme level of Transcendence Eight Realm, a power even some elders feared.

“Ok,” Ye Mo nodded and followed Taiyi Qinglian as they flew to the top of the building.

“Oh? Taiyi Qinglian, why are you here?” Elder Wu Tian asked as he continued playing with the crystal balls.

“I am here to find a master for my junior brother,” Taiyi Qinglian said as she cupped her fists in respect. “I hope Elder Wu Tian can accept Ye Mo as your disciple.”

“Both of you may return to your palace,” Elder Wu Tian said without looking up from his crystal balls. “Or you can go look for some other elder for your junior brother. I’ve already found a disciple I’m satisfied with. His aptitude and talent are no weaker than this kid, and he’s got the favor of the young society head.”

“Hehe, Taiyi Qinglian, so you are here for Elder Wu Tian as well?” Elder Tian Mu showed up and sneered. “Unfortunately, Elder Wu Tian has already accepted Lin Langya as his disciple. You should know that Elder Wu Tian’s said that he’ll only ever accept one disciple. You better leave now. Don’t provoke Elder Wu Tian’s anger.”

At the same time, Lin Langya also slowly walked over, looking at Ye Mo with a sneer on his face.

“Elder Wu Tian, I won first place during the Desolate Ancient World trial,” Ye Mo asked, a competitive fire raging in his eyes. “I wonder what this Lin Langya have that’s worthy of pride? If anyone can say one thing he has that’s better than me, I’ll leave immediately.”

What made this Lin Langya worthy of being accepted by Elder Wu Tian?

“You have to accept his superiority,” Elder Tian Mu said with a sneer. “Lin Langya alone slew an army of 1,000 demon soldiers. An accomplishment like that is far beyond anything a new disciple like you is capable of.”

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