Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 1852: Chapter 1852: The Downpour Suddenly Stops

The Senior Swordswoman took the Universe Ring, sensed it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Without another word, she turned to leave.

However, just as she moved, she paused again.

”Both of you, let me ask you one last thing,” the Senior Swordswoman turned around and looked at the two Masters of the Main Hall.

”Do you, the Eight Palaces, have places similar to the Academic Palace for nurturing young disciples?”

”Or perhaps, similar hall regulations?”

The Wind Shattering Palace Master nodded at the words, ”Yes.”

The Eight Palaces naturally have similar hall regulations, and they also cultivate their own Martial Artists.

However, the Eight Palaces do not recruit Martial Artists as casually as ordinary sects or academic palaces do.

Generally speaking, they either take in orphans or those without any kin, at least without any background force, and are alone.

After all, the Eight Palaces do not participate in the conflicts of major forces.

Or, those who have left their own forces and passed a series of assessments can then enter the Eight Palaces.

Take the Demon Hunting Hall as an example.

Although Demon Hunters are spread throughout the world, in fact, the relationship between Demon Hunters and the Demon Hunting Hall is merely task-based.

The only ones truly belonging to the Demon Hunting Hall are the hall’s Law Enforcement Teams, Deacons, and Chief Stewards.

Both of these, if they complete tasks, hunt demon beasts, etc., will receive corresponding rewards, as well as additional promises from task publishers.

And the last kind are those Martial Artists nurtured by the Demon Hunting Hall who can receive cultivation resources from the Demon Hunting Hall and guidance from the masters within the hall.

But this kind of Demon Hunting Hall Martial Artist receives no reward upon task completion, only corresponding task points.

Of course, these last types of Demon Hunting Hall Martial Artists are deeply trusted by the Demon Hunting Hall and regard demon hunting as their sworn duty.

The regulations of the other seven palaces are similar.

The most famous among the Martial Artists trained by the Eight Palaces is Hua Ruolian.

It is rumored that Hua Ruolian was adopted by the Medicine Venerate Master in her youth and trained by the Medicine Venerate Hall, hence the renowned Young Master Yao today.

The Senior Swordswoman smiled indifferently, ”I’ll recommend some young ones to you.”

”Of course, their identities are trustworthy.”

The two Hall Masters frowned, ”Are they the friends from Xiao Yi’s hometown?”

”Yes.” The Senior Swordswoman nodded, ”They have no power in the Central Region, nor any enmities.”

The two Hall Masters nodded, ”Entering our Eight Palaces, being cultivated by the Eight Palaces, and contributing to the Eight Palaces in the future, is a good thing.”

”It’s just that the young talents of the Eight Palaces all have strict examination standards.”

”Their aptitude...”

The Wind Shattering Palace Master paused, then spoke bluntly, ”Their Martial Souls, the strongest is only of Blue Rank, or possibly even Green Rank...”

Chengfeng Hall Master had evidently investigated Lingg Yu, Lin Jin, and others, naturally, the Wind Shattering Palace Master also knew the talents of the group.

The Senior Swordswoman sneered, ”A Martial Soul cannot determine the entire achievement of a Martial Artist.”

”Isn’t Xiao Yi only a Fire Control Beast Martial Soul?”

”The most important thing for a Martial Artist is that heart for cultivation.”

”Trust me, those kids will make you satisfied.”

”If you’re not satisfied later, you can drive them all away.”

”This...” The Wind Shattering Palace Master thought for a moment and nodded, ”Alright.”

”Thank you, farewell.” The Senior Swordswoman cupped her hands and completely turned away.

”Oh, right.” The Senior Swordswoman paused her steps again, looking towards a corner of the room.

”That sword, since it’s here with you, take good care of it.”

The two Hall Masters frowned slightly.

With a confident smile, the Senior Swordswoman went on, ”You say that young man is dead, I don’t believe it.”

”If he promised you he’d return safely to the Main Hall, then he certainly will.”

”He has never failed in what he promised.”

”He... has never let people down.” The Senior Swordswoman sneered, ”Trust me, he will surely come back personally for that sword.”

As the words fell.

The Senior Swordswoman said nothing more, turning to leave.

Inside the room.

The two Hall Masters frowned.

The Wind Shattering Palace Master relaxed his brow and then furrowed it again, ”Asura, if I’m not mistaken, that Holy Pill is the Martial Arts Saint Pill of the Senior Ice Saint, isn’t it?”

”Your Asura Hall does not cultivate the Ice Dao, but that Senior Ice Saint was deeply connected to the founder of your Asura Hall, so at their time of passing, they left the Martial Arts Saint Pill in your Asura Hall.”

”With the strength of that Senior Ice Saint, the Martial Arts Saint Pill they left is almost one of the most important treasures in your Asura Hall.”

”Logically, even Xiao Yi isn’t qualified to take this Holy Pill.”

”Of course, if he took it, it would still be understandable.”

”But now, you’ve directly given it to this girl?”

The two could naturally see the age of the Senior Swordswoman.

But, in comparison to the long years they have lived, the Senior Swordswoman is just a young girl.

”Is there a problem? I’ve given it away.” The Asura Hall Master replied coldly.

”Windshear, haven’t you seen the current situation clearly?”

”What?” The Wind Shattering Palace Master showed a look of confusion.

The Asura Hall Master suddenly stood up, ”Since the emergence of the most monstrous young Heavenly Talent of this generation, the Central Region has been destined for a turbulent period.”

”You’ve seen all these recent days’ events.”

”The Martial Arts Rain fell continuously for ten days, that Crown has already fallen.”

”And now, the Eight Palaces have already fragmented, no longer the Eight Palaces of old.”

”Can you still see clearly the future of this Central Region, no, this continent?”

”Instead of keeping this Martial Arts Saint Pill, it’s better to give it to someone in need, adding a little more hope.”

...

Outside the Asura Main Hall.

The Senior Swordswoman, clad in white, stood with Lingg Yu, Lin Jin, Shangguan Xiyue, and others before her.

”From now on, you will stay here at the Main Hall.”

”Master, what about you?” Bai Bingxue asked anxiously.

”Me?” The Senior Swordswoman smiled, ”I’ll go out and explore, and I will return.”

”Senior, you alone?” Lingg Yu and others were taken aback.

This Central Region is quite perilous.

”Oh.” The Senior Swordswoman smiled faintly, ”Do you know why young ones should respect their elders?”

”Because elders have the responsibility to protect you, the young ones.”

”If an elder can’t even protect their own juniors, they can no longer be called an elder.”

”I need an explanation for Xiao Yi’s matter.”

As the words fell, the Senior Swordswoman’s figure flashed and drifted away.

Not far away, the two Hall Masters listened to these calm words, their faces filled with guilt.

They were also elders, seniors, but they failed to protect their juniors.

...

The rain in the sky continued unabated.

The vast Central Region was shrouded in gray.

Far away, in the deepest part of the Extreme East.

The Poisonous Land, which raged for hundreds of miles, was so toxic it might not dissipate in a thousand years.

Yet no one knew, the heavy rain over these days was gradually washing and cleaning away this Poisonous Land, bit by bit...

Bit by bit...

Martial Arts Rain, for ten consecutive days, did not cease at all.

The poison, diluted, thinned, until entirely dissipated, bit by bit.

As the poison dissipated, what was left was a scarred land.

A layer of viscous poisonous liquid still remained on the ground.

Suddenly, an arm burst out from the ground, breaking through the viscous poison and the earth.

A figure staggered out from the ground.

Above the sky, the rain abruptly stopped.

Even if it was the sky weeping, there comes a time when tears run dry; clouds eventually part.

...

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