Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 1865 - 1864: Heavenly Talent Tournament

Upon seeing this ’person surnamed Lin’, Su Han immediately laughed.

Indeed, it was Lin Fengjie!

Because he heard about Su Han looking for him, and having heard of the excellent relationship between them, the disciples from the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion did not neglect him, leading Lin Fengjie to a pavilion by a small bridge with flowing water and attending to him well.

Obviously, from Lin Fengjie’s expression, it was clear that he was quite satisfied with this hospitality.

"You may go first."

Su Han nodded to the servant, releasing his wrist.

The latter felt as if something was lost but still slowly left.

"Why are you here?" Su Han laughed and sat opposite Lin Fengjie.

"Who was that?"

Lin Fengjie pointed at the servant’s back, glanced sideways at Su Han, and said, "I propose you be listed as one of the Top Ten Young Masters, let’s call you the... Playboy, how about that?"

"Get lost!" Su Han’s face was full of black lines.

"Hahahahaha..."

Lin Fengjie immediately laughed loudly, "I don’t know why, but teasing you is so satisfying!"

"Honestly, I’ve already been promoted to one of the Top Ten Young Masters." Su Han replied calmly.

"Heh!"

Lin Fengjie sneered, obviously not believing him.

Su Han did not plan to bicker with him on this matter and asked, "Why have you suddenly come to me? You are the son of the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor, I heard that at your birth, dragons and phoenixes appeared, auspicious signs filled the sky. Not to mention your aptitude; just this terrifyingly powerful background is something I cannot compare to!"

"Can you stop talking so sarcastically?"

Lin Fengjie rolled his eyes, "Is it my fault for being born in the Qing Emperor Sect? You should find the King of Hell and ask him why he let me reincarnate like this!"

"Hahaha..." Su Han also laughed heartily.

He and Lin Fengjie were absolutely friends.

Though they seemed to often bicker, they actually helped each other countless times, both remembering each other’s kindness.

"Speaking of which, your place isn’t too bad. Certainly, the Spiritual Energy is a bit thin, palaces are a bit sparse, disciples’ cultivation base is a bit weak, the acreage is a bit small... but it’s indeed not bad!"

Su Han: "..."

He truly wanted to tear open this rascal’s mouth and ask honestly, what’s exactly good about the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion within Lin Fengjie’s words?

"I heard the Pavilion Master of this Heavenly Mountain Pavilion is a great beauty, can you take me to see her?" Lin Fengjie asked again.

"Get lost!"

"Hey, I heard your several wives have come up? Can I see them?"

"Get lost!!"

"You fellow... never mind, I heard your daughter is also breathtaking, I..."

"Bang!"

Su Han slapped the stone table, stood up directly, and said in a deep voice, "If you have something to say, say it, otherwise get lost!!!"

"Cough cough..."

Lin Fengjie coughed a few times, squinting with a smile, "Look at you, how can you be so petty, I’m just joking..."

Su Han snorted coldly, slowly sitting back down with a grim face, asking, "Say it, what did you come to find me for?"

Lin Fengjie stopped joking and said seriously, "Have you heard about the Tianjiao Competition?"

"Mhm." Su Han nodded immediately.

"You even know about that?"

Lin Fengjie revealed a surprised expression, "No way, the Tianjiao Competition isn’t held often, how would a disciple from a little unranked sect like you know?"

Su Han genuinely wanted to strangle this rascal; within three sentences, two are nonsense.

"Hahaha, just joking with you!"

Lin Fengjie laughed again, "The Tianjiao Competition is held once every hundred thousand years, and will start in about a year."

"And then?" Su Han asked.

"Well..."

Lin Fengjie took a deep breath, saying seriously, "I hope you can participate as well."

"Why?"

Su Han asked, "It shouldn’t matter whether I participate, right?"

"How can it not matter?"

Lin Fengjie glared, "The Tianjiao Competition only allows those below the Fusion Realm to participate, and age cannot exceed ten thousand years. With your strength, you can definitely give it a try."

"Stop with the nonsense, tell me the real reason." Su Han replied calmly.

"Help me take revenge!"

Lin Fengjie said, "To be precise, help my Qing Emperor Sect take revenge!"

"Oh?"

Su Han became interested, teasingly saying, "The Qing Emperor Sect is one of the Three Teachings and is one of the most formidable powers in the Lower-Class Star Region, yet you need help from others?"

"You know shit!"

Lin Fengjie gritted his teeth and said, "Those so-called powerful sects are strong not because of the heavenly talents, but because of the number of mighty beings and their cultivation base!"

Su Han raised an eyebrow, laughing, "So, in previous Tianjiao Competitions, the Qing Emperor Sect has been thoroughly beaten?"

Heavenly talent is heavenly talent, a mighty being is a mighty being.

Aptitude doesn’t represent strength, which many people know.

These Tianjiao Competitions limit cultivation to below the Fusion Realm, and mighty beings of the Fusion Realm will not intervene.

Therefore, even a powerful sect like the Qing Emperor Sect, if no true heavenly talent appears, will be thoroughly beaten by the Nine Factions, or the Seventy-Two Sects, or even weaker powers!

And indeed, this is the case.

Su Han’s words proved to be correct, Lin Fengjie didn’t deny them, though his expression wasn’t good, he still said, "Not completely ravaged, but being beaten is real. In these Tianjiao Competitions, countless geniuses are attracted to participate, though not the top-grade talent competition, it’s close enough."

"During these past competitions, my Qing Emperor Sect has been desperately attracting talents, but ultimately, can’t surpass the Sect of the Supreme Void or the Divine Dao Religion, not to mention... not to mention even the rascals from the Seventy-Two Sects have brutally tortured the heavenly talents from my Qing Emperor Sect during the Tianjiao Competition. If not for the Qing Emperor Sect’s reputation, these heavenly talents would be slain by those bastards!"

"Year after year, time after time of being beaten... Even if father and they have the best state of mind, they can’t endure such results."

"Hold on."

Su Han asked with a sly smile, "Indeed, what I want to know most is... How many competitions have the heavenly talents from the Qing Emperor Sect been beaten?"

Lin Fengjie glanced at Su Han, somewhat awkwardly saying, "Thirty-two competitions..."

Su Han was directly stunned there.

Thirty-two competitions beaten...

Held once every hundred thousand years, that means the heavenly talents of the Qing Emperor Sect have been beaten for a full three million two hundred thousand years!

And during these three million two hundred thousand years, the many high levels of the Qing Emperor Sect, especially the Twelve Ancestral Emperors, have been constantly enduring various public opinions and pressures from other sects, such as Sect of the Supreme Void, Divine Dao Religion, even the Nine Factions, and the Seventy-Two Sects, mocking!

"No wonder your face turned into the color of pig liver..."

Su Han couldn’t hold back anymore, "Hahahahahaha!"

Lin Fengjie: "..."