Published: February 26, 2025
“Supreme Elder, you have not treated me poorly. I wish to contribute my humble strength to help preserve our Four Arts Star Domain,” Tan Yun insisted.
Dao Kun's expression turned serious as he looked at Tan Yun, “Even if your intentions are good, this competition is dangerous. You must understand your place.”
Tan Yun clenched his fists, determination shining in his eyes. “I understand the risks, but I cannot stand by while our home is threatened. Please, give me a chance.”
The atmosphere grew tense as Dao Kun considered Tan Yun's plea. Finally, he sighed, “Very well. If you are determined, I will not stop you. However, you must be prepared for the consequences.”
“Thank you, Supreme Elder!” Tan Yun replied, a wave of relief washing over him.
With a nod, Dao Kun gestured for him to leave. Tan Yun turned to leave the ancestral tower, his heart racing with excitement and apprehension about the upcoming challenge.
As he stepped outside, he could see the other disciples preparing for the competition. Among them, the saintess caught his eye, her presence commanding attention.
“Are you really going to participate?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.
“Yes, I am,” Tan Yun affirmed, his resolve unshaken.
She smiled faintly, “Be careful. The four arts contest is not to be taken lightly.”
“I will,” he promised, feeling a surge of motivation.
As the day of the grand competition approached, Tan Yun focused on honing his skills, determined to prove his worth and protect the Four Arts Star Domain at all costs.
“As long as the saint disciples from the Beast Clan Star Domain and Human Race Star Domain participating in the contest do not reach the low-level Dao King realm in their mastery of the Four Arts, I am confident that they will all lose!”
Tan Yun's words were like a heavy bomb dropped into Dao Kun's mind, causing it to ring with a buzzing sound.
His old body trembled violently as he leaped directly from the sixth level of the ancestral tower to stand before Tan Yun, gripping Tan Yun's shoulders tightly, repeatedly asking, “Is what you said true?”
Xin Bingshuan and the senior brothers and sisters exchanged glances, unsure of what Tan Yun had said to their master that had caused such a reaction!
Tan Yun looked at Dao Kun's excited and expectant demeanor, wearing a smile as gentle as a spring breeze. “I assure you, Supreme Saint Elder, it is true. You can rest easy; I will not disappoint you.”
“Good, good, good! I look forward to your performance,” Dao Kun said, his body still trembling uncontrollably.
To be frank, he did not believe Tan Yun’s words because Tan Yun had only studied the Four Arts Secret Classic and Four Arts Insights for a mere hundred years.
If, in a hundred years, Tan Yun’s mastery of the Four Arts truly reached the level he spoke of, then how extraordinary would he be!
While Dao Kun was lost in thought, on the sixth level of the ancestral tower, Dao Qian rubbed his bald head and smiled slyly, asking, “Third Junior Brother, who is this young man at the third layer of the ancestral king realm?”
“What is his background? How does he have the courage to claim he will represent the Four Arts Star Domain and seize victory in front of everyone?”
At this moment, Dao Zi wore a contemptuous smile, saying, “Yes, Third Junior Brother, quickly introduce him to me.”
Dao Kun was too lazy to deal with the two when, from the seventh level of the ancestral tower, the vice palace master, the Nine-headed Ancestor Dragon, looked down at Tan Yun and asked, “Young man, are you a disciple of my palace? If so, why are you not wearing the sect’s robe?”
“Tan Yun, he is the vice palace master; quickly show your respect,” Dao Kun transmitted hurriedly.
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun looked up at the Nine-headed Ancestor Dragon, just about to kneel when he suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable!
In Tan Yun’s astonished gaze, he looked at Fang Zixi and blurted out, “What are you doing here?”