Chapter 242: Hongxue? When Did She Become So Familiar with the Young Pavilion Master?
After Han Yuanzhen’s arrival, he scanned the crowd, and no one dared to meet his gaze.
However, he frowned slightly.
He hadn’t expected to be the first to arrive.
Logically, someone like him, the strongest, should make a grand, delayed entrance, just like in countless legends. But reality turned out to be quite the opposite.
Still, he didn’t dwell on it. He needed to keep adjusting his state.
Today, he not only intended to claim the Wish Spirit Fruit but also to dominate the gathering, becoming the number one in the Four Regions! A name renowned across the world!
It would also be his first step toward establishing his reputation in Central Province.
Central Province had been sitting high above others for too long, rich in resources and talent. Ordinary geniuses didn’t even catch their eye.
As time passed, more figures began to arrive one after another.
“Look, it’s the Twin Monks of the Western Desert!” someone exclaimed in surprise.
Over the past few days, the Twin Monks of the Western Desert had become far more famous than Yue Qingchan.
Both had demonstrated their mastery of Perfect Intent, making them the strongest representatives of the Western Desert, capable of competing with Han Yuanzhen.
The two monks looked almost identical, except for their hair colors: one red, one black.
Their tall, muscular bodies, nearly two meters in height, stretched their robes to an exaggerated shape.
Both were silent types. Upon arrival, they chose a distant spot to sit cross-legged, seemingly uninterested in the mortal world.
Soon, other geniuses from the Western Desert gathered around them. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novèlfire.net
In time, the Northern Plains, Western Desert, Southern Region, and Eastern Sea formed four distinct camps.
Each occupied a section, encircling the towering Divine Spirit Tree.
At that moment, another figure approached slowly.
It was Dongmen Xiangzhong, joining the Eastern Sea camp.
His arrival stirred some commotion, as there were rumors of his defeat at the hands of Meng Changqing. However, what intrigued people the most was the question: Was it true that Meng Changqing had achieved dual Perfect Intent?
Some wanted to ask, but Dongmen Xiangzhong’s icy demeanor discouraged them.
Over in the Western Desert camp, Yue Qingchan also arrived.
Her striking appearance drew considerable attention.
Strictly speaking, Yue Qingchan’s beauty and elegance were unrivaled among the geniuses, but her icy demeanor made her less alluring to some.
Otherwise, many geniuses would have pursued her madly.
“Why hasn’t Meng Changqing, the Southern Region’s champion, arrived yet?”
“It seems the Southern camp is the only one incomplete.”
All eyes turned to the Southern camp.
By comparison, it was the weakest, with no representatives possessing Perfect Intent.
Many from the Southern camp looked visibly embarrassed.
The previous champion of their region had achieved Perfect Intent but had advanced to a higher realm after their sect found a top-tier divine artifact.
This left the current group looking weaker than those from the other three regions.
The only one holding the fort was Meng Changqing.
Meng Changqing finally arrived with his group, joining the Southern camp.
“Hongxue,” Meng Changqing smiled faintly, nodding toward Yu Hongxue.
Her eyes rippled with emotion, her cheeks subtly flushed.
No one had ever addressed her this way before.
Even her father had only called her “Xue’er.”
This unfamiliar yet pleasantly surprising name brought a faint sense of joy to her heart.
At least in Meng Changqing’s eyes, she wasn’t just one among the crowd — she carried some weight.
The others exchanged surprised glances, especially the geniuses from the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion.
Since when did their Young Pavilion Master become so familiar with this man?
From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like there was something… romantic between them.
What surprised them even more:
The Young Pavilion Master didn’t refute the address.
Instead, she looked… shy?
“Game over,” They exchanged knowing glances.
Didn’t the Young Pavilion Master claim she’d reclaim her pride someday?
Now it seemed like she was losing in more ways than one.
Meng Changqing’s arrival naturally drew attention from the other camps.
Some scrutinized him. Others were excited.
The former wanted to confirm if the rumors about his dual Perfect Intent were true.
The latter had witnessed his previous battle and wanted him to validate their claims, hoping he’d prove the doubters wrong.
“Meng Changqing,” Dongmen Xiangzhong opened his eyes, his lips twitching.
He still remembered his defeat four days ago, overwhelmed by the strength of dual Perfect Intent.
It had drained much of his battle power.
He had even consumed precious elixirs to recover just in time for today’s event.
“Humph,” Yue Qingchan cast a cold glance at Meng Changqing.
Now, with all the Four Domain champions present, the final contest was about to begin.
Everyone’s eyes focused on the radiant glow at the top of the Divine Spirit Tree.
“That must be the Wish Spirit Fruit,” Meng Changqing muttered, his gaze narrowing.
The glow emanating from the fruit radiated a sacred aura, inspiring reverence in all who looked upon it.
Meanwhile, two hundred miles away, several figures appeared.
“Finally, the moment has come,” said a skeletal man with a massive coffin strapped to his back.
His frail appearance made him look like a dying ember, but his presence exuded menace.
“Just wait till they see us!” A blood-red figure beside him let out a sinister laugh.
This was Xue Youzi, the strongest of the younger generation in the Blood God Demon Sect.
In his hand, he held a withered plant, a replica of the three-colored silver-patterned grass, but now devoid of life.