The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 1167 - 1168: Fu Chen Appears

Zi Xuan furrowed her brows but said nothing, continuing to keep her eyes on the teleportation array. Then, with a flash of light, a familiar figure slowly emerged from the array, and the four people’s eyes lit up; they hadn’t expected that Ye Mo would be the last one.

After all, with Ye Mo’s competitive nature, he would’ve fought for the first spot to enter the array, but the appearances of nine people in succession without Ye Mo made them abandon their last hopes.

However, Ye Mo did appear, and although he was the last one, he still successfully advanced.

Fu Si smiled faintly as he looked at Ye Mo’s arrival. Though surprised that Ye Mo was participating in the tournament, he didn’t take Ye Mo seriously.

Ling Yan also looked at Ye Mo with deep disdain, thinking that the order of entry to the Fu Sect could essentially indicate a charm master’s level.

Ye Mo entered the bustling square, feeling indifferent. The number of participants in the Lingwu Genius Battle could completely overshadow here; there were millions of contestants, more than the number of spectators present.

Of course, charm masters are a rare profession with high barriers to entry; out of ten martial artists, there might not be even one charm master.

Ye Mo looked around and found that in front of the gigantic square stood a very magnificent pagoda, exuding a faint but powerful aura. Although the aura was restrained, Ye Mo’s keen instinct told him that Master Fuchen was likely inside the pagoda.

"Why does this person look so familiar? I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before!"

As Ye Mo made his last entrance, he became the center of attention, prompting a middle-aged man to ponder in confusion.

"He is Ye Mo, the champion of the Lingwu Genius Battle, Ye Mo!"

Suddenly, a shocked voice resonated, causing an uproar among the crowd. The Lingwu Genius Battle had just concluded not long ago, less than two months, and many martial artists who came to watch the Rune Convention had also watched the Lingwu Genius Battle; naturally, they were very familiar with Ye Mo’s appearance.

Boom!

Immediately, the area was filled with the most exhilarating cheers ever heard, surpassing even the entrance of Fu Si.

The title of Lingwu Continent’s number one genius alone was enough to draw a lot of cheers. It was too dazzling a title. Many people among them, even those who hadn’t seen Ye Mo, had already taken him as their idol and target of pursuit.

Now that the real Ye Mo appeared, the impact was, of course, immense.

Moreover, Ye Mo came to participate in the Rune Convention. Even though he was only the tenth participant, it still amazed many.

Additionally, Ye Mo was the youngest among the participants.

"Damn, he is actually Ye Mo. No wonder the Southern District Chairman is so polite to him. However, when I become Fuchen’s disciple, my future achievements may not be any less than his!"

Ling Yan, hearing the surrounding cheers, gritted his teeth.

"Is he really the champion Ye Mo of the Lingwu Genius Battle?"

In the pagoda, Fuchen finally spoke. He hadn’t paid much attention to the Lingwu Genius Battle; such geniuses emerged once every ten years. He had seen too many. But this Ye Mo actually came to participate in the Rune Convention, an event unprecedented before.

"Teacher, he is indeed Ye Mo, a member of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan. He surpassed Mu Family’s genius girl Mu Wanqing with much lower strength to win the championship, using remarkable methods," said an elder beside him.

"It seems his heart force has already reached the ninth order!"

Fuchen contemplated for a moment and continued.

"Could it be that the person from the Southern District found with ninth order mental power is him? Tsk tsk, it seems he has just stepped into the First Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation, and yet he has reached the ninth order mental power. I really wonder who this guy’s master is."

Cultivating seal techniques serves as excellent mental exercise, but without a master to guide them, they would never believe it.

"Alright, all of you be prepared. After the competition, if any situation arises, activate the array immediately to evacuate all spectators. Once the Evil Spirit appears, the Evil Talisman Master will definitely show up, and it’s possible that one of these ten is the Evil Talisman Master."

Fuchen stood up, recalling the image of that person in his mind. If the Evil Talisman Master he deduced using time was truly the one who collaborated with him to create the little girl, then this matter would be troublesome.

"Master, don’t worry, all the Divine Venerate strong practitioners dispatched by the seven great forces have hidden themselves. The array is ready to be activated at any time, and all of us old folks are concealed within the pagoda. Once anything happens, we will emerge immediately," said an elder among them.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll go host the convention!"

As Fuchen spoke, he vanished instantly and appeared on a platform on the side of the square.

Fuchen swept across the audience, coughed lightly a few times, and immediately, all eyes focused on him.

"It’s Master Fuchen!"

Ye Mo was also shocked, shifting his gaze to Fuchen.

This was an exceedingly ordinary-looking elder, appearing to be only about fifty years old, with nothing on him conspicuously memorable, even wearing an ordinary moon-white long robe. However, his brow, just like Fu Si’s, bore the mark of a seal.

Yet the more commonplace the appearance, the more dangerous it felt. Such a figure had all his power concealed within a certain point of his body, making one unable to sense any cultivation. Once released, it could sweep through the audience. Just the aura emanating from him was enough to make many present feel asphyxiated directly.

Fuchen’s presence kept the scene lively and bustling. He was a legendary figure on the Lingwu Continent, significantly influencing the battle against the Ancient Shenrui ten thousand years ago, even though the three ultimate powerhouses were the main combat force.

Now, with the three great ultimate powerhouses fallen, only Fuchen remained.

Fuchen waved his hand, scanning over the ten individuals’ faces before finally resting his gaze on a black-clothed, veiled woman, then retracted it after a moment.

"First, I want to congratulate these ten exceptional charm masters of the continent. You have successfully passed the first examination. Each one of you will receive a copy of our Fu Sect’s ’superb craftsmanship,’ which records 10,800 methods for crafting seals. However, this ’superb craftsmanship’ is merely the most foundational book of seals from our Fu Sect,"

Fuchen spoke to everyone, implying that if they joined the Fu Sect, they could learn the most powerful seal techniques, allowing his sect’s orthodoxy to continue spreading.

"Next, we have the most crucial competition of our Rune Convention, which is the real test of seal technique mastery. Whosoever stands last in this competition will become the champion of this year’s convention. You ten shall showcase your most excellent seal techniques on the Talisman Inscription Platform. Whoever triumphs will have the opportunity to obtain a Half-Deity Level Charm Spirit housed within the Heavenly Seal Tower!"

After finishing his speech, Fuchen waved his hand, and another pagoda descended from the sky, landing on the square’s side. It was the Heavenly Seal Tower from Spirit Seal City, with its seventh layer sealing the Evil Spirit inside.