Asura Mad Emperor

"Ancestral Master!"

Startled by Ye Xuanji's words, Zhou Yuanyi blurted out desperately, trying to dissuade him.

How could the Ancestral Master of his Taixuan Sect submit to anyone?

Moreover, to submit to this arrogant young man before his eyes?!

Ye Xuanji raised his hand, giving Zhou Yuanyi, who was eager with concern, a look that was calm but authoritative, cutting off his attempt at persuasion.

Then he turned his gaze back to Qinchuan and said again, "If what you said just now is indeed true, without falsehood, I, Ye Xuanji, am willing to submit to you!"

This time, Ye Xuanji's words were even heavier, and he looked solemnly at Qinchuan.

The surrounding elders and higher-ups of the Congyun Sect, as well as the current Sect Leader Wu Tian, and Zhou Xi who attended to Qinchuan, heard Ye Xuanji utter such words. They all opened their mouths wide in astonishment, their eyes darting between Ye Xuanji and Qinchuan, filled with shock.

This was Ye Xuanji after all!

The founding Ancestral Master of the Taixuan Sect!

A powerful being of the Saint Realm!

He was a famed strong person throughout the entire Tianyuan Nation.

Such a mighty being of the Saint Realm expressing his willingness to submit to Qinchuan was truly inconceivable and baffling.

If one had not seen it with their own eyes or heard it with their own ears, who would believe it?

But for Qinchuan, the main character of this situation, he seemed completely unconcerned.

He expressed no surprise or the excitement one might expect at Ye Xuanji's decision.

After all, how unthinkable was it for a Saint to bow and submit?

If word got out, it would surely create a massive uproar.

No one could maintain composure or indifference under such circumstances.

But Qinchuan faced this eventuality with such indifference and calm, like a well without ripples.

It was as if Ye Xuanji bowing in submission was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

He spoke with ease and poise, even with a hint of nonchalance, "What I say is naturally all true, without falsehood."

"In fact, your willingness to make such a statement shows that you already have your answer. Whether what I've said is true, you couldn't be clearer in your mind."

"Take your oath, swear by your saintly life to follow me, and I will grant you the first of the thirty-six calculations of Heavenly Mystery. As for the rest, when the time comes, I will bestow them upon you."

"After all, as the bloodline of the Ye Family who has awakened the Heavenly Mystery Divine Pupil, you are the only one who can truly inherit the thirty-six Heavenly Mystery calculations perfectly."

Qinchuan spoke quietly, without any intention of providing further proof.

It may be true that Ye Xuanji was a mighty being of the Saint Realm and had some reputation in Tianyuan Nation, but in Qinchuan's eyes, even Saints were just that, treated with normalcy.

Ye Xuanji gazed at Qinchuan with fluctuating eyes. Although he indeed had his answer in mind, he still hoped that Qinchuan could further confirm his earlier statements.

But Qinchuan was not playing along with his wishes.

His unpredictability in actions and thoughts made it impossible for Ye Xuanji to penetrate Qinchuan's intentions or predict his moves.

"What's the matter? Unwilling?"

Seeing that Ye Xuanji was staring at him without making a move, Qinchuan glanced at him, set down his teacup, and said indifferently.

"If you're unwilling, I won't force you."

Qinchuan swept a look over Ye Xuanji and spoke, seemingly thinking of something, and then couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, muttering lowly, "To have a Saint follow by my side, those fellows would probably complain about me."

You must know, back when he traveled the world, those who followed him were at least at the level of a Great Emperor, and they fought fiercely for the honor.

As for Saints, who had the qualifications to follow by his side?

The main reason he proposed that Ye Xuanji follow him was because Ye Xuanji was of the bloodline of the Ye Family and had inherited the Heavenly Mystery Divine Pupil, which held some value for cultivation.

Truth be told, this was an opportunity for the other party. If he was unwilling to seize it, Qinchuan would not insist.

At Qinchuan's words, a brilliant light erupted in Ye Xuanji's eyes, especially upon hearing Qinchuan mention "those fellows," which cemented his belief that Qinchuan must be a descendant of that place and those mentioned were likely the world-shaking powerhouses from there.

Without further hesitation, he stood up, bowed deeply to Qinchuan, and pledged, "Ye Xuanji is willing to follow the young master to the death, never abandoning you in life or death, I swear by my Saintly life!"

These words, containing mysterious laws, touched upon the Heavenly Dao.

Above the Nine Heavens, divine thunder roared and lightning snarled viciously. Moreover, various Order Chains emerged, crisscrossing before finally turning into a beam of light that entered Ye Xuanji's body, transforming into shackles and fetters.

This was the oath of a Saintly life.

In this world, the Dao senses all, and all manner of oaths, especially those sworn by cultivators, would become truth and were not to be violated.

Otherwise, they would face the retribution of the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao.

Since Ye Xuanji had sworn by his Saintly life, if he were to break his oath, he would never again sense the Dao for the rest of his life, forever losing the hope of advancement.

If he were to break his Saintly oath after surpassing the Saint Realm, his realm would fall, and his Saintly life would become unstable.

To the people of the Cultivation World, being unable to progress in cultivation for a lifetime was absolutely the most cruel punishment.

This was particularly true for someone like Ye Xuanji, who had considerable talent and potential, and the high possibility of challenging higher realms, making the oath he swore even more significant.

"Ancestor! Ancestor!!"

Behind Ye Xuanji, Zhou Yuanyi saw this scene and trembled all over. His mind went blank as if struck by thunder.

His eyes reddened involuntarily, his complexion turned pale, and the faith in his heart collapsed. Experience new tales on empire

As the founding ancestor of the Taixuan Sect, Ye Xuanji had made a name for himself back in the day, dominating the Tianyuan Nation, and finally became a renowned Saint.

For the members of the Taixuan Sect, the founding ancestor Ye Xuanji was their faith.

But now,

Their faith had submitted to a junior of the Meridian Opening Realm!

Even though Zhou Yuanyi had already mentally prepared himself, he still found it difficult to accept this reality.

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh..."

Zhou Yuanyi couldn't help but tilt his head back and howl. His hair disheveled, his frustration boiling, blood rushing to his head, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff" and then fainted, rolling his eyes.

Ye Xuanji's expression remained unchanged. After cultivating for ten thousand years, his Mind Realm Cultivation was also not trivial, and he had only been slightly perturbed when facing Qinchuan just now.

Bowing his body, maintaining the posture of paying respects, he knelt before Qinchuan. He had already taken up the role of a follower to Qinchuan, seemingly unaware of Zhou Yuanyi's reaction.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xi, Wu Tian, and the elders of the Cloud Sect stood frozen, their expressions stunned, their mouths agape as if they could swallow an egg, their shock so profound they could not calm down for a long time.