Chapter 693: Chapter 131 Fishing Saint Heir, Top Hundred Saint Heir Battle (Two in One)_4
But for the past ten days, Li Hao had not ascended the mountain.
“Did you come to this realization on your own, or did someone guide you?”
After Li Hao had finished his demonstration, Yao Ancestor fixed her gaze on him and asked.
Li Hao noticed the shock in Jiang Yingyue’s eyes nearby and wondered if his performance had been too grand?
He immediately said with an honest face, “Qing Ying gave me a few pointers.”
Yao Ancestor understood and said, “Even if you received guidance, achieving such progress on your own is extremely rare. Your talent in the Sword Dao can definitely qualify you for the Inner Sect. Would you wish to accept me as your master?”
“This is a significant proposition; I would like to consider it further.”
Li Hao said the refusal he had already prepared.
Yao Ancestor’s eyes flickered, sensing the evasion in Li Hao’s words, feeling somewhat surprised. Accepting a disciple was a rare occurrence for her, and combined with the environment of Yaochi Peak, many male disciples dreamed of being accepted there.
However, Li Hao’s polite refusal made her recall the gaze he held while drawing her, clear and pure, devoid of carnal dispersals.
Her lips slightly curved, appreciating Li Hao even more, and said:
“No matter, whenever you are ready to decide, you can give me your answer. I can wait for you!”
Her last few words carried a slightly heavier tone, letting Li Hao understand her seriousness.
Li Hao felt guilty; he originally borrowed her hand token to go to the Sword Tower and collect cultivation techniques, never intending to take her as his master.
Li Hao nodded, realizing he would have to find another way to repay her in the future.
Jiang Yingyue, hearing Li Hao actually refuse her own master, was somewhat astonished, but soon considered Li Hao’s exceptional talent, coupled with a 97-layer Dao Domain—it was very likely he had a significant background, perhaps already had a master?
She suddenly understood, feeling that the identity of Qingfeng Pill Master seemed somewhat suspect.
However, since even the Sword Master had realized but not questioned, it wasn’t her place to pry into these matters.
After leaving Yaochi Peak, Li Hao continued his daily fishing at Sword Cliff.
Half a month quickly passed, and after a total of twenty days of selection, the top hundred list finally came out. The entire Holy Land was extremely lively, causing an uproar among countless disciples.
To be among the top hundred in the presence of many exceptional talents was already being cream of the crop; placed in any first-rate force outside, one would receive the treatment of a Direct Disciple.
Each person who made the list quickly became well-known, and their fame spread far and wide.
As the top hundred battle list emerged, the battle platforms on the top of Saint Mountain were also erected high.
The upcoming battles would involve the participation of both Saint Heirs, with immediate pairings, potentially featuring a clash between two strong Saint Heirs on the very first day!
The loser would still have the opportunity to challenge again, with a points system determining the top sixteen.
As the top hundred battles commenced, Lin Qingyue, who had spent many days meditating on the sword in the courtyard, also stood up and headed to Saint Mountain.
This time, Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and other Alchemists, still having a floating seat available.
Below, in the spectator area aside from the million Outer Sect disciples, the defeated Inner Sect disciples also came to watch the battles, a rare opportunity to glimpse the gap with the Saint Heirs.
“Look, there is Sword Saint, the Sword Saint himself has come.”
Atop Saint Mountain, three battle platforms were erected high, surrounded by Arrays.
As everyone arrived, a middle-aged man in a brilliant white snow robe, hands behind his back, slowly descended above the battle platform.
His stature was towering, the space around him seemed to slightly crack, with countless flickers of Sword Qi shadows.
His sleeves alone projected a piercingly sharp sensation, too intense to look at directly.
Li Hao’s eyes slightly narrowed; this was the Sword Ancestor Holy Land’s strongest, Sword Saint!
No other prefixes, just a simple two-word title, yet it exuded singularity and supremacy!
Besides Sword Saint personally attending, Yao Ancestor and three other Semi-Saints also appeared, situated mid-air, not concealing their auras, each displaying various phenomena influenced by their Saint’s Will.
Behind Mountain Ancestor appeared a towering, heavenly giant peak-like phantom.
Behind Yao Ancestor, however, was a faintly ethereal Turquoise Pool Saint Platform.
Other Semi-Saints displayed bursts of lightning or gathered flames, reddening the void.
Such a powerful oppressive aura made the top hundred talents hold their breath slightly; the Saint Heirs also gathered here, their gazes no longer indifferent and scattered as before, but particularly solemn.