Invincible Soul Emperor

Ye Qingchen’s eyes narrowed. Li Rui had actually broken through another level since their last encounter.

If Li Rui had reached the second level of the Martial King Realm back then, I probably wouldn’t have been a match for him.

Now, however, Ye Qingchen had also made a breakthrough. He was confident he could defeat Li Rui if they were to face off again. He paid little mind to Li Rui, who posed no threat to him. Instead, his curiosity was fixed on the man in the lead.

Although the man wore a mask, his dignified bearing suggested he was quite young—no older than thirty. He strolled gracefully, yet his speed was incredible, moving like a mortal without using any Spiritual Energy at all. Moreover, Li Rui’s respectful and humble attitude was a clear indication that this man was no ordinary person.

What happened next made every onlooker’s jaw drop in astonishment. Upon seeing the man and Li Rui arrive, all the members of the Huanyue Sect knelt in greeting.

The Huanyue Sect was a three-star sect, a paramount power in the Chaoyun Country. Its leader, Huan Yuehua, was a figure admired by all. Yet now, she and her entire sect willingly knelt before two young men in full view of the public. What was most shocking was that the two young men accepted this display with complete composure, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

”Pill King Xi, do you know who those two are?” Ye Qingchen furrowed his brow.

These two must be the power behind the Huanyue Sect. For them to appear during my life-and-death duel with Huan Yuehua... I can’t take this lightly.

That was why he had posed the question to Xi Jianwei. As the Huanyue Sect’s former number one alchemist, Xi Jianwei held a high status and likely knew some of its secrets.

Xi Jianwei shook his head, then nodded, his face a mask of disappointment. ”To be honest, Mr. Ye, I always knew Huan Yuehua had allied herself with some mysterious powerhouse. But she was extremely secretive about their identity. I only know that she and her husband address him as ’Saint Heir,’ but as to which sect or place he is the Saint Heir of, I have no idea! I originally thought their affiliation was a partnership, but I never expected her to stoop so low as to kneel before him in front of so many people. She’s acting like nothing more than his dog!”

”Huan Yuehua? Hmph!” Ye Changqing snorted, his gaze also falling on her. He had only seen her once before. Over a decade had passed, and time had altered her appearance, which was why he hadn’t recognized her immediately. But when Xi Jianwei mentioned her name, the hatred that had simmered in Ye Changqing’s heart for more than ten years instantly ignited.

Now I understand why Qingchen so impulsively agreed to this life-and-death duel. If it were me facing my nemesis, I’d probably throw all caution to the wind, too.

Ye Qingchen patted his father’s hand soothingly, but his mind was already racing, pondering the identity of this ”Saint Heir.”

I’ve met someone who called himself a Saint Heir before—the one from the nine-star Wuji Immortal Palace. And I could tell he had feelings for Xiao Xiao.

The image of the Saint Heir before him slowly overlapped with that of the one from the Wuji Immortal Palace. However, he quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Although both are young men at the Peak of the Martial King Realm, this man’s presence is far more composed than that of the Saint Heir from the Wuji Immortal Palace.

With the man’s face hidden behind a mask, Ye Qingchen couldn’t be certain of his guess. Furthermore, the man’s identity was so mysterious that Ye Qingchen didn’t dare rashly use his Dual Pupil Martial Soul to investigate, lest he expose himself.

At that moment, Qin Yue squeezed his hand and said, ”Qingchen, that person... is very strong!”

For Qin Yue, with the perspective of having lived two lives, to say he is strong... his power must be terrifying. After all, she has already reached the Martial King Realm. Between her mastery of formations and her other Martial Souls, she wouldn’t give an ordinary Martial King a second glance.

Seeing her serious expression, Ye Qingchen nodded. ”Don’t worry,” he said. ”Today, I’m only dueling Huan Yuehua. This is a life-and-death duel. Outsiders can’t interfere.”

Just then, the mysterious Saint Heir seemed to notice Ye Qingchen’s gaze and looked up in his direction. Despite the distance and the mask, Ye Qingchen still felt an immense pressure emanating from the man’s eyes. It was an indefinable pressure that stirred an involuntary fear deep in his heart. But then, the Dual Pupil Martial Soul, lying dormant in his sea of consciousness, emitted a cool sensation that instantly dispelled the dread.

From that one glance alone, my estimation of this mysterious Saint Heir’s formidability has risen another level.

Meanwhile, the Saint Heir was inwardly surprised. I just used a soul technique that can disrupt a person’s spirit. I didn’t expect this so-called Chen Qingye to break free so quickly. Then again, it’s not worth paying much mind to. That soul technique was just a little trick I practiced out of boredom. It’s nothing special.

The Saint Heir waved a hand at the members of the Huanyue Sect. ”All of you, rise,” he commanded.

Only then did Huan Yuehua lead her people to their feet, standing respectfully to one side, awaiting his instructions. The Saint Heir, however, couldn’t be bothered to speak to them. He had only come because he found Chen Qingye interesting and wanted to take a look, just to pass the time.

Seeing the Saint Heir’s silence, Huan Yuehua spoke cautiously, ”It is an honor for me, Huan, to have the Saint Heir grace us with his presence today. Please, Saint Heir, ascend to the high platform. After I have slain Chen Qingye, I will be sure to entertain you properly.”

Huan Yuehua gestured invitingly, indicating the steps leading up to the viewing platform.

But at that moment, the Saint Heir’s body slowly floated upward, ascending to the high platform as if riding on clouds. That’s right—he flew.

The high platform wasn’t very high; an ordinary Martial Artist could easily leap onto it. That, in itself, was not surprising. But the way the Saint Heir had done it—that was another matter entirely. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that a burst of Spiritual Energy had appeared beneath his feet, lifting him into the air. The display left everyone present aghast.

And just as the crowd marveled at the Saint Heir’s power, the true experts among them saw the truth behind the technique.

Liang Xiong, a fifth-level Martial King, was especially stunned. ”Martial Emperor Realm!” he blurted out. ”The ability to fly?”

Indeed, only those who had reached the Martial Emperor Realm possessed the ability to fly.

But could this young Saint Heir truly be a Martial Emperor?