The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 1159 - 1160: Fu Chen’s Terror

"President, taking action here is truly a last resort!"

After the Southern District Chairman led Ye Mo into a chamber, Ye Mo bowed to the chairman, expressing his apologies.

"I am quite clear about the kind of person Ling Yan is; the fault is not yours!"

The Southern District Chairman waved his hand and said, "Although Ling Yan is arrogant and domineering, his talent in seal techniques is very formidable, ranking among the top in the younger generation. If this time at the Rune Convention he secures a position, he will certainly not let it rest."

"So what if he comes first?"

Ye Mo said dismissively.

"You are not familiar with the situation in the Zone of Seals. There are four major sects: Spirit Sect, East Dragon Sect, Divine Sword Sect, Huo Yun Sect, and standing above them is the Holy Land of Rune Masters, the Fu Sect. Most powerful seal masters hail from the Fu Sect, and Ling Yan has the ability to compete with geniuses of Fu Sect. If he were to come in the top three, he would be accepted by Master Fuchen as a closed-door disciple, and by then, his status would rise tremendously, forcing even the Seven Great Super-First-Rate Powers to curry favor with him."

Indeed, the reputation of Lingwu Continent’s number one talent, while prominent, does not measure up to the weight of being the Continent’s top seal master, especially being taken in as a disciple by Fuchen. The prospects are naturally immeasurable.

"Closed-door disciple?"

Ye Mo furrowed his brow.

"Yes, Master Fuchen is nearing his last Rune Convention and has announced it will be his final chance to accept disciples. Many seal masters, upon hearing this news, have been diligently practicing their seal techniques, aiming to win at the Rune Convention."

The Southern District Chairman stated, "Any disciple of Master Fuchen will inevitably become renowned figures on the continent."

"President, have you ever been a disciple of Master Fuchen?"

Ye Mo asked out of curiosity.

"I wouldn’t dare claim such qualifications. Among the four district Rune Master Guild presidents, only the Eastern District President is Master Fuchen’s disciple, and among the seven great super-first-rate powers, all ninth-order seal masters are his disciples."

This statement from the Southern District Chairman was enough to shock Ye Mo; all ninth-order seal masters from the Seven Great Super-First-Rate Powers are disciples of Master Fuchen. This is to have prodigies spread across the world, each able to become a top-tier presence.

It is known that ninth-order seal masters hold exceedingly high status among super-first-rate powers; even leaders of these powers must grant them respect. Thinking of this, Ye Mo felt the intimidating presence of Fuchen.

"No wonder he fought against the Ancient Shenrui as a seal master!"

Ye Mo exclaimed, likely indicating that both Fuchen’s credentials and strength are top-level on the continent; no power dares to offend him, and those able to become his closed-door disciples will undoubtedly achieve great heights.

"You may be the champion of Lingwu Talent Competition, but if Ling Yan really becomes Fuchen’s disciple, even knowing your Divine Wind, it would be hard for him to let things go."

The Southern District Chairman shook his head.

Ye Mo chuckled and said, "No problem, Lingwu Continent is vast, with many geniuses vying for the top three positions—it won’t be easy."

"I heard you are also participating in the Rune Convention, but don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

The Southern District Chairman said with a smile.

Though Ye Mo is the champion of the Lingwu Talent Competition, dual cultivation of martial arts and inscription is challenging. To achieve the crown at such a young age takes considerable effort in martial arts, naturally leaving seal techniques behind. According to his estimation, it’s probably difficult for Ye Mo to even enter the top ten.

"There might be a bit!"

Ye Mo shrugged his shoulders helplessly, keen to change the subject, he bowed and directly left the Rune Master Guild with Xia He.

"President, I am guilty, so guilty!"

As Ye Mo and Xia He left, Elder Bai arrived, complaining tearfully, fearing Ye Mo might target him. Having reached ninth-order mental power and being poised to become Fuchen’s closed-door disciple seemed certain.

The data from the Array test would automatically be transmitted to the Fu Sect, where the appearance of ninth-order mental power seal masters among contestants would be noted by the Fu Sect.

"Elder Bai, what exactly has happened?"

The Southern District Chairman furrowed his brows and asked.

Elder Bai recounted the story to the Chairman, explaining, "I truly didn’t know he possessed ninth-order mental power; if he seeks revenge, I might not even realize how I die."

"You mean Ye Mo has reached ninth-order mental power?"

The Southern District Chairman’s face showed an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, absolutely true! My eighth-order peak mental power was helpless against his Heart Spirit Attack."

Elder Bai said.

"A true prodigy, an exceptional talent—could it really be that the continent will birth a master in both martial and inscription arts who ranks as the top talent?"

The Southern District Chairman was astounded.

Upon returning to Bamboo Forest Fort, Ye Mo began to feel the pressure.

The matters of the day had thoroughly alienated the Spirit Sect, not to mention offending Fu Si, the genius seal master of the Fu Sect earlier. Therefore, Ye Mo’s journey to Rune Convention would undoubtedly prove challenging.

With only two days left, his supply of beast cores was entirely depleted, prompting Ye Mo to enter the Space-Time Badge and start refining his Heart Seal. As the girl once said, only by cultivating a Heart Seal does seal technique reach true mastery. Now, with no beast cores left to experiment, Ye Mo focused on becoming familiar with his Heart Seal.

Time flowed like water; Ye Mo didn’t realize that his cultivation equated to about twenty days in the badge space, which amounts to two days on the outside.

As the Rune Convention was about to commence, the influx of people in Spirit Seal City reached a bursting point, with crowds everywhere.

Within the badge space, Ye Mo’s eyes closed tightly, his fingers drawing lines in the air. Shadows danced as he moved, sketching out a rune in the air.

The rune lingered in the air for quite some time before dissipating completely.

Ye Mo’s eyes snapped open, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. The moves were entirely controlled by his heart minion—thus creating the Heart Seal.

Acting from the heart, drawing out powerful seals.

Ye Mo smiled and stepped out from the Space-Time Badge, entering the Fu Yin Room. As he stepped out of the room, Zi Xuan, who had been meditating, opened her eyes and sighed with relief, "If you didn’t come out, I would’ve had to break the door down."

"Is the Rune Convention about to start?"

Ye Mo furrowed his brow.

"Yes, I’ve heard from Xia He. This Rune Convention due to Master Fuchen’s disciple recruitment will be the grandest. The outside is already overflowing, and this time there’s no age restriction, all seeking a demigod-level Fu Spirit. Even some renowned old figures will attempt to participate."

Zi Xuan furrowed her brows, worrying slightly about Ye Mo’s participation. This competition differs from the Lingwu Talent Competition, which limits age, with even old ones shamelessly joining, increasing the pressure of young seal masters.

This Rune Convention would see dragons and tigers fight fiercely, its excitement no less than the Lingwu Talent Competition.

"Winning the championship isn’t crucial, nor is it necessary to become a disciple of Fuchen, but the girl named Ling Yan—I must obtain her."

Ye Mo’s determination for this Rune Convention was clear; armed with his Heart Seal and ninth-order mental power, he had confidence in winning the championship.