Chapter 1818: Whatever You Say Is Right

A hundred days later, the group landed before a vast ocean.

Xu Yan pulled out a token and tossed it into the sea.

The token did not fall into the water but turned into a beam of white light and vanished.

Before long, a small boat appeared faintly, sailing toward them from the sea surface.

On the boat, a young man in white stood at the prow, elegant and free-spirited.

Ye Yuan's gaze sharpened. This young man in white was not old, yet he had already reached the fourth level of the Divine God realm.

It seemed the Huangling Divine Hall truly lived up to its reputation!

But on second thought, Ye Yuan felt relieved.

This Huangling Divine Hall gathered the most talented individuals from the entire Huangling Void Realm.

Those who could enter likely had talents no less than Bai Li Qingyan's, or even greater.

With such strong talent and the top resources of the Huangling Void Realm, fast cultivation progress was only to be expected.

"Zhu Wen pays respects to Elder Xu."

The young man in white cupped his hands toward Xu Yan, neither humble nor arrogant.

Xu Yan, however, greeted him with a smile, saying, "Hehe, so it's Nephew Zhu! It's been a thousand years, and Nephew Zhu's cultivation has been advancing daily!"

Zhu Wen smiled faintly, "Cultivation in the Divine Hall is beyond the imagination of outsiders. My progress is nothing."

Zhu Wen's words were laced with arrogance.

As if all martial artists outside the Divine Hall were country bumpkins.

Xu Yan's expression turned somewhat awkward, but he smiled, "Of course! In our Huangling Void Realm, the Divine Hall is supreme; it is a sacred land. Talents like Nephew Zhu are one in ten thousand."

Zhu Wen looked smug, swept a glance behind Xu Yan, and said disdainfully, "You've even brought someone who just broke through to the Divine God realm. It seems your Shadowmoon Sect truly has no successors!"

These words were directed at Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan had just broken through not long ago, and his aura was much weaker than the others.

At a glance, it was clear he had just broken through.

Each minor level of the Divine God realm had vast differences. For convenience, each minor level was divided into four stages: early, middle, late, and peak.

Ye Yuan's aura clearly indicated the early stage of the first Divine God level, so Zhu Wen was very dismissive.

Among those attending the Huangling Tournament, even those at the first Divine God level were mostly at the late or peak stage; those at the middle stage were rare, let alone the early stage.

However, as soon as he said this, several people, including Xu Yan, showed strange expressions.

Seeing their reactions, Zhu Wen grew somewhat annoyed.

Shouldn't they be angry but dare not speak out at this moment?

His face darkened, "What, am I wrong?"

Xu Yan smiled awkwardly, "Right, whatever Nephew Zhu says is right!"

Despite his words, how could Zhu Wen not detect the mockery in Xu Yan's tone?

Xu Yan meant, 'You're from the Divine Hall, so whatever you say goes.'

Bai Li Qingyan, however, pouted, "Brother Zhu, don't be too confident. Once Ye Yuan enters the Divine Hall, surpassing you shouldn't take long."

Hearing this, Zhu Wen immediately flared up, sneering, "Hey, this junior sister has quite the big mouth! But your Shadowmoon Sect hasn't had anyone enter the Divine Hall for ten consecutive sessions, has it? Where does this confidence come from?"

Over the past ten thousand years, the Shadowmoon Sect's performance in the Huangling Tournament had been getting worse.

Among the fourteen true god-level powerful sects in the Huangling Void Realm, only five could enter the Divine Hall—the competition was fierce.

Among these fourteen true god-level sects, the Shadowmoon Sect was only mid-to-lower tier.

Some major sects were thriving, with members entering the Divine Hall every session.

Sects like the Shadowmoon Sect were naturally looked down upon.

This Zhu Wen clearly held the Shadowmoon Sect in great contempt.

Such sects attending the Huangling Tournament were always just making up the numbers.

Without strength, it's hard to earn respect.

This rule applied everywhere.

Ye Yuan said calmly, "A martial artist's confidence comes from strong strength, not self-importance. Since you arrived, you've been belittling the Shadowmoon Sect. I imagine your own life in the Divine Hall hasn't been going well either?"

Ye Yuan's words made Zhu Wen's expression change.

Ye Yuan had hit the mark!

To the outside world, the Divine Hall was a sacred land.

Entering the Divine Hall meant a bright future.

In reality, internal competition within the Divine Hall was extremely brutal, with survival of the fittest inevitable.

Zhu Wen's talent was unquestionable for entering the Huangling Divine Hall.

But once inside, everyone was equally talented, and his former advantages vanished.

You're talented? Others are even more talented!

Zhu Wen found that although his progress was rapid after entering the Divine Hall, others progressed even faster and received more attention from the Hall.

His days naturally became harder.

"How dare you! Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" Zhu Wen's face darkened, his voice icy.

Ye Yuan looked at him with pity, shaking his head with a smile, "I can understand your feelings, so I won't stoop to your level."

Zhu Wen's face turned as black as a pot bottom. This Ye Yuan really knew how to rub salt in the wound!

Every word dealt him ten thousand points of critical damage.

Xu Yan also felt vindicated. Over the years, every time they attended the Huangling Tournament, the Shadowmoon Sect was treated differently.

Neither the Divine Hall disciples nor other sects showed much respect for the Shadowmoon Sect.

But there was no help for it; the Divine Hall was supreme, so he had to keep a low profile.

Seeing Zhu Wen humiliated, he secretly rejoiced.

However, he was secretly amazed at Ye Yuan's insight.

Clearly, Ye Yuan had guessed Zhu Wen's situation.

The Divine Hall was mysterious and never open to outsiders.

Outsiders never knew what happened inside.

Even the leaders of true god-level sects knew nothing about the Divine Hall.

But no one doubted the Divine Hall's power.

Thus, even Divine Hall disciples at the Divine God level always held themselves high.

When they were scolded, they, as transmission elders, could only endure.

Yet Ye Yuan, through just a few words, could discern so much—truly remarkable.

"All of you, shut up! Nephew Zhu is a Divine Hall disciple; how dare you meddle?" Xu Yan suddenly glared and barked.

But his expression showed no anger at all; instead, there was a hint of approval.

Ye Yuan and the others found it secretly amusing.

They knew Xu Yan was giving Zhu Wen a way out, so they wisely shut up.

Xu Yan had his back to Zhu Wen, who couldn't see his face. Seeing Xu Yan flare up, his expression indeed improved.

Still, he snorted coldly, "Ignorant fools! How dare you presume to fathom the Divine Hall?"

Ye Yuan and the others exchanged glances and said in unison, "Yes, yes, whatever Brother Zhu says is right."

Zhu Wen's face nearly turned into a horse face.