Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“The Asura Race’s Young Chief, Lan Shaobai, comes to offer congratulations!”

“The Mountain Giant Race’s Ren Kongjue comes to offer congratulations!”

The two ancient-race genius experts handed over their invitations, and someone announced their arrival in a loud voice.

This annunciation immediately attracted many gazes, as these two were considered peak outstanding talents of the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, these two showed up at the Martial God Palace’s King conferral ceremony.

After them, more famous outstanding young talents appeared one by one. There was the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Starry Ocean’s Profound Water Sect and even a mysterious person from the Cyclic Astral Palace.

Then, the Peacock King’s descendant and the Spirit Fox King’s adoptive daughter and disciple made a personal trip here, attracting everyone’s attention.

Greetings and congratulations rang out steadily. There were also major characters from the Ghost Domain, Corpse Domain, and Profound Domain. Descendants of Sovereign Martial Emperors came one after another, giving rise to waves of surprised exclamations.

Xia Houjue, who was standing on the tall platform, frowned slightly. He was very much aware that his reputation could not attract so many people over.

“That fellow’s reputation really spread far and wide. However, this is fine as well. I will use your reputation to boost my King conferral ceremony.”

At the VIP seats of the Supreme Sky Sect, Yue Chenxi and Gong Yangyu looked everywhere, trying to find that familiar white figure. However, they always withdrew their gazes with disappointment every time.

Shui Lingling, who sat between them, bit her lip, frowning. “Why is this fellow so worrying? If he still does not come, it will be too late.”

In a few other places, some of the people who were on friendly terms with Xiao Chen revealed disappointment and worry in their eyes when they did not see Xiao Chen on the tall platform.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion. It was the Deity Race’s Di Wuque and Tian Youxi coming to offer their congratulations.

Before the eyes of the large crowd, Di Wuque revealed a confident smile on his face as he went to the VIP seats for the Deity Race together with Tian Youxi.

Unexpectedly, Di Wuque came as well. His attendance was outside of several people’s expectations.

After looking around the tall platform and not seeing Xiao Chen, Di Wuque calmed down somewhat and took his seat with Tian Youxi beside him.

After about fifteen minutes, the black-clad old man hosting the ceremony noticed that all the important guests already arrived. He said in a rush, “Thank you all, honored guests, for coming from afar to witness our Martial God Palace’s Young Master Xia Houjue being conferred the White Tiger King in this ceremony today.”

“As the auspicious hour has already come, I declare that the King conferral ceremony will now officially begin!”

Right after the black-clad old man said that, a giant salvo of loud rumbling booms burst forth from the middle of the plaza.

Fireworks exploded into a glorious display of rainbow-colored sparks falling from the sky.

These were artificial mysterious phenomena. They required a lot of resources to make and were normally just five-colored fireworks. This time, for the sake of the King conferral ceremony, the White Emperor City did not stint on the resources, producing the majestic and beautiful seven-colored fireworks.

When the sparks fell, they looked gorgeous.

However, several people in the plaza looked very anxious, unable to appreciate this beauty.

“Who is it?! How dare you barge into the Tianwu Plaza?!”

Just when Xiao Bai, Shui Lingling, and some others could no longer sit still, something strange happened. Three loud shouts came from outside the plaza.

Three puissant Martial God Palace great grandmaster-level Martial Sages unleashed their killing Qi and soared into the air. They wanted to immediately kill this person who was trying to barge into the plaza.

A vague white figure hovered in the midst of the spark-filled air.

As the sparks showered down, the variety of colors looked rich and diverse.

Who was barging into the Tianwu Plaza?

Which person did not know that the Martial God Palace, which had many experts, was in charge of this place? How bold was that person to dare to cause trouble here?

The resounding shouts attracted everyone’s attention. All the outstanding talents and sect experts looked over.

The three Martial God Palace great grandmaster-level Martial Sages were very vicious with their moves, not holding back at all.

These three great grandmaster-level Martial Sages used their best Martial Techniques, causing the sky to tremble and light to appear everywhere. They locked down on the space, sending the sparks flying all around and strong winds blowing.

An indistinct White Tiger image appeared behind their backs—the Holy Beast Martial Spirit. These three people were great grandmaster-level Martial Sages of the White Emperor City.

“This person is going to die.”

The boundless sparks and winds, the storm in the air veiled the new arrival. Only a vague silhouette was visible.

Although no one knew who had come, these three great grandmaster-level Martial Sages of the Martial God Palace were from a Holy Land, the White Emperor City.

These three great grandmaster-level Martial Sages attacked with all their strength at lightning speed. The aura and might they held were sufficient to kill an ordinary great grandmaster-level Martial Sage.

Based on the arrival’s age and appearance, as well as aura, he did not seem to be a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage. How could he survive?

“Qiang!”

However, just as the three’s Martial Techniques neared that person, a saber hum resounded. A bright saber light eclipsed the blazing sun in the sky.

Night suddenly fell. There was only a saber light that looked as bright and resplendent as the moon.

Flawless night, a perfect and flawless moon.

An explosion rang out in the air, and the moonlight disappeared. The three great grandmaster-level Martial Sages went flying back one kilometer.

Everyone in the entire plaza was shocked. One person faced three great grandmaster-level Martial Sages and survived. Moreover, this person knocked back the three. Who exactly was this person?

The white figure slowly flew over. His clothes and hair fluttered as he crossed the sparks filling the air and slowly headed towards the tall platform.

“Stop him!”

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Figures shot up from the ground, the weakest of which were grandmaster-level Martial Sages. Many were great grandmaster-level Martial Sages.

If an outsider managed to barge into the King conferral ceremony, that would be a great joke.

“Ding ding dang dang!” As the figure’s hair fluttered, saber hums rang out like the twangs of a zither. A wondrous melody resounded in the air as boundless saber intent reverberated in the sky.

That white figure gently flashed past the Martial Sages that shot up.

As that figure came nearer, his countenance became clear. Several people’s expressions changed as they cried out in shock, “Xiao Chen!”

After passing the last great grandmaster-level Martial Sage in the way, Xiao Chen landed on the tall platform. Then, he flung his arm out and tossed his identity medallion to the old man beside Xia Houjue.

Neither haughty nor humble, Xiao Chen said in a calm tone, “The Supreme Sky Sect’s Xiao Chen is here to be conferred King. I am slightly late. I apologize for that.”

When the black-clad old man saw the name on the identity medallion, his expression turned dark. Within the Martial God Palace, he was the trusted subordinate of the White Emperor City’s Holy Master. Otherwise, he would not have been given the responsibility of hosting this King conferral ceremony.

Xiao Chen’s calm words verified his identity, kicking off a huge commotion in the plaza.

“It really is Xiao Chen. He is really here!”

“It is not just a rumor. Did the Deity Race’s ten great grandmaster-level Martial Sages injure him? Why does he not look injured at all?”

At the VIP seats for the Supreme Sky Sect, Shui Lingling revealed a gentle smile and heaved a sigh of relief.

It is good that Xiao Chen came. As long as he lives, there is always hope.

Xiao Bai, who was beside Kong Yuan and Yuan Xu, smiled so broadly that her eyes were reduced to crescent slits.

The Ghost Race’s Qing Cheng smiled faintly. This fellow did not disappoint her in the end; he finally managed to arrive.

The Full Moon Pavilion’s Feng Xingsheng, the Ximen Clan’s Ximen Bao, and the battle-realm genius Niu Deng and many others were all shocked, not expecting this development.

After all the danger and obstructions, Xiao Chen still made it to the King conferral ceremony on schedule.

Some were in shock, some were disappointed, some rejoiced, and some raged.

The Deity Race’s Di Wuque’s face sank. Xiao Chen was alive, and there was no news of the Deity Race’s great grandmaster-level Martial Sages. There could only be one conclusion.

Those great grandmaster-level Martial Sages who erected Deity Statues had all died at Xiao Chen’s hands.

At the Corpse Race’s VIP seats, Xing Jue, the personal disciple of the Corpse God Palace’s Heaven Punishing Corpse God, asked the Underworld Fire Sovereign’s descendant Wei Hua, “This person is Xiao Chen? He is the one who defeated you and Long Fei as well as the Iron Hand Sovereign’s descendant, Kui Dou?”

In the Corpse God Palace, aside from the Corpse God, there were four other Sovereign Martial Emperors, who each also controlled one faction: the Underworld Fire Sovereign, the White Bone Sovereign, the Death Flame Sovereign, and the Ghost Fire Sovereign.

In the past, there had also been the Iron Hand Sovereign, who focused on cultivating the physical body. However, he had long since left the Corpse God Palace and was not counted among them.

Murderous intent flashed in Wei Hua’s eyes as he replied through clenched teeth, “It is him!”

Xing Jue raised an eyebrow, and his lips curled up. He did not say anything; no one could tell what he was thinking.

Xiao Chen’s appearance was unexpected, catching the black-clad old man off guard. He did not know what to say.

“Senior, is my identity fake?”

The black-clad old man recovered his wits and handed the identity medallion back to Xiao Chen. “Your identity is real.”

Xiao Chen asked indifferently, “In that case, can we start the King conferral ceremony?”

Xia Houjue, who was at the side, smiled coldly and said, “You speak so certainly about it. However, whether you can be conferred King or not remains to be seen. In the King conferral ceremony, experts of the same generation can challenge you. If you get beaten up by another, there would not be any need to continue conferring Kingship on you.”

Narrowing his eyes, Xiao Chen turned his head to look at Xia Houjue and smiled. “Brother Xia, you are really confident. How about we exchange pointers first before being conferred Kings?”

At the provocation, Xia Houjue was about to agree. The black-clad old man advised quickly, “Young Master, don’t be rash. Get conferred King first.”

At the same time, the old man sent a voice projection, Don’t make a move on him first. Later, someone else will deal with him. Wait for everyone to offer their congratulations. The Holy Master already made arrangements. We will make him look like a clown first.

Xia Houjue snorted coldly and ignored Xiao Chen. The offering of congratulations was actually a competition of connections.

He was confident that with the status of the White Tiger Holy Master, everyone in the Tianwu Domain would give him face.

Under the pressure of the Holy Master, no one in the Tianwu Domain, aside from the Supreme Sky Sect, would come and offer Xiao Chen congratulations.

At that time, the unending stream of people congratulating him would form a stark contrast to the other side’s lonely situation.

The King conferral ceremony officially began. The black-clad old man started reading out all of Xia Houjue’s accomplishments, speaking eloquently and grandly.

“Xia Houjue, one million military merits, making great contributions. The Martial God Palace awards the title White Tiger King. The Martial God Palace also bestows one hundred bottles of Sage Grade Medicinal Pills, one Heaven Ranked Cultivation Technique, one King Grade Secret Treasure, and one set of White Tiger King Armor.”

After speaking about Xia Houjue’s military merits, the black-clad old man went on to list the many rewards that the Martial God Palace was going to give him, all of them worth cities.

Music rang out, and beautiful girls on both sides of the tall platform came in and helped Xia Houjue put on the White Tiger King Armor that was gleaming with light.

“On the orders of Sect Master Qian Yunfeng, the Flowing Cloud Sect congratulates Young Master Xia Houjue on being conferred King and hereby presents a Peak Spirit Vein.”