Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 367: A Bit of a Frown

The mysterious girl looked sharp, her brows slightly furrowed.

This was not just Yang Tian’s hand, but also his attitude.

As a part of the Ancient Martial School’s three gates and Seven Sects, she was the Sect Master of Xuan Girl.

This exquisite name could be said to represent the reputation of the three gates and Seven Sects. Even when holding the distinction of the three gates and Seven Sects, upon encountering the elegant Linglong, every school would reveal differing expressions.

However, in the presence of Yang Tian during their first meeting, he showed no different expression whatsoever.

As though in the eyes of Yang Tian, she was no different from the surrounding flowers and rocks.

This realization inadvertently elevated Linglong’s evaluation of Yang Tian in her worldly judgment.

"It seems this isn’t a lucky boy who stumbled upon fortune!"

Having seen such seriousness, delicacy, and lack of courtesy, her loose sleeves swayed as she faced Yang Tian directly without speaking.

She only smiled faintly at Yang Tian, without any hidden meaning.

Was this patience?

Yang Tian saw Linglong behave this way, so he slowly closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

Knowing that Linglong had come with no good intentions, Yang Tian naturally wished to avoid entangling with her.

This was patience surpassing patience.

"We can slowly compare as I take this opportunity to continue my cultivation."

Just as Yang Tian made up his mind, Linglong suddenly revealed a startled expression.

She wondered how Yang Tianhui and Yang Tiansi might react in contrast to him.

Would they smile? Pretend to be profound? Or go straight to the topic?

But she had never expected Yang Tian to settle himself in such a way—

As though she was nonexistent!

This kind of treatment, even if Linglong was a Clan Leader of the Holy Class, experienced in assessing countless mysterious women of the current age, she couldn’t help feeling that any woman would struggle emotionally.

Anger brewed within her due to the neglect she experienced from the man before her.

Yet just as her anger began to rise, Yang Tian spoke with his lips slightly parted, his eyes still closed: "You feel sorrow."

When?

The moment she heard this, Linglong was suddenly shaken, a cold sweat slowly forming on her skin.

She realized she had been defeated at their very first meeting.

No matter the true difference in strength between the two of them, at their first encounter, Yang Tian was unmoved by her presence. Instead, by a simple action, he had thoroughly disoriented her.

What did it signify?

It signified her state of mind was inferior to Yang Tian’s. Even as she faced this worldly man, Yang Tian, it felt as though she was confronting an ancient monster who had lived for centuries.

Was this a lucky boy who she had previously deemed unworthy of her notice?

Yet Linglong was the master of all things. The mysterious woman had cultivated Divine Power for years.

Soon, she took a deep breath, calmed herself, and began to speak: "Mr. Yang’s state of mind indeed exceeds my expectations! Since we’ve met, we may as well sit here and discuss the purpose of my visit."

"I hope to hear the details!" Yang Tian still did not open his eyes.

Linglong, surprisingly unoffended by his stance, chuckled softly and said, "Before I came here, I didn’t believe how the secular world managed to defeat Deng Bingqiu and other wielders of Divine Power. Now that I’ve met Mr. Yang, I realize the rumors are true! But before discussing this matter, I’d like to converse with Mr. Yang about the realms of martial arts."

As she spoke, Linglong looked at Yang Tian once more, finding him still unmoved. She continued, "The domains of martial arts mirror the stages of Acquired Mastery, divided by the triadic powers of light and shadow, followed by Innate mastery, Legend, and Magic. But does Mr. Yang comprehend the geometry of the realms beyond God?"

"Beyond the gods?"

Hearing this, Yang Tian finally opened his eyes and asked, "What lies beyond the limits of God?"

At last, he yielded?

Linglong smiled mischievously upon seeing Yang Tian open his eyes, but kept her lips sealed. "Beyond God, the so-called Scattered Immortals come next, then the posture of Unity of Heaven and Man, followed by the transcendent flight—the legends spanning millennia. These are ancient records, shrouded in mystery."

Then, Linglong abruptly turned and laughed, "I wonder what state Mr. Yang is presently in."

Beyond God? Truly Scattered Immortal?

Then, the posture of Unity and the transcendence of worldly limits?

Hearing Linglong’s inquiry, Yang Tian was unmoved.

With the memories of Devouring Divinity, Yang Tian understood three thousand paths—every road leads to the same destination.

Though warriors, truth practitioners, devil cultivators, and monk cultivators differ, they all share similarities in martial arts.

Yet as power and realms ascend, they ultimately walk this shared path—transcending the shackles of Earth, flying toward the true stellar cosmos, and returning to the Holy Land; none of this surprised him.

When asked about his current state, Yang Tian truly could not answer.

There was no standard comparison.

So far, the strongest figure Yang Tian had encountered was merely a maggot that had lived for over three centuries, devouring countless mighty beings.

Yet they were merely a late-stage Nascent Soul.

If we speak of true warriors, Yang Tian would only dread Deng Bingqiu and her gaze.

But Deng Bingqiu was merely a fledgling goddess. Even though the mysterious girl before him was far stronger than Deng Bingqiu, she still hadn’t transcended a realm.

Even the term "Scattered Immortal" resembled "Scattered Immortal and Scattered Devil," denoting survival within the Nascent Soul’s body without transcending flight.

But ultimately, this Scattered Immortal was cut from a different cloth.

Thus, Yang Tian could merely shake his head and remark, "I don’t know!"

Ignorance?

Linglong grew slightly amused upon hearing Yang Tian’s words.

In her view, despite martial arts practitioners not knowing the exact names of realms, each stage of power was usually self-evident.

So typically, even if a warrior never communicated with external sects, as long as they heard the specifics of the realms, they could roughly ascertain their own stages.

But Yang Tian claimed he did not know.

This could only suggest that Yang Tian was a powerful elder, yet had not reached the true state of ascendancy.

As long as one had not reached the true state of ascendancy, they were not impossible to confront.

But she could not fathom the true meaning behind Yang Tian’s "I don’t know"—that he was unable to equate the Nascent Soul realm with Wushi’s realm, thus labeling it as ignorance.

This subtle difference resulted in enormous variation.

At this moment, Linglong did not intend to argue. Instead, she smiled and continued, "Mr. Yang’s humility is appreciated. With the conviction that bested Deng Bingqiu in her earlier strength, I suspect you have the resolve extending into mid or even late stages of cultivation! Now, let us turn to business. What are Mr. Yang’s thoughts on joining my Xuanyin Sect?"

"Motives and benefits!" Yang Tian replied succinctly.

Upon hearing this, Linglong unexpectedly chuckled and remarked, "I believe my brother Jiang Lan already explained this to Mr. Yang. Although Deng Bingqiu may not be worth mentioning in front of Mr. Yang, she is a confidante of Chong Daoren, Emperor of Xuantian—a pinnacle of mindset, not far from ascending into the true stance of enlightenment! With Mr. Yang’s power, rushing into conflicts with the Taoist will not be trivial."

Yang Tian simply smiled without responding.

Linglong’s composed exterior affirmed her own argument, and she immediately smiled again, "Though I may not rival the Taoist, I have also reached the pinnacle of mindset. With my assistance, Chong Daoren can naturally avoid confrontation with Mr. Yang. In terms of benefits—what about Han Qingqiu?"

"Han Qingqiu?" Yang Tian asked in slight confusion.

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