Chapter 1787: The Final Assessment

"Prepare for battle!"

Seeing everyone disappear, Ancient Sage Yan Qing turned to look at the numerous master teachers behind him and nodded subtly.

"Yes!"

Everyone's expression was solemn.

The younger generation had entered the main hall; the rest was up to them.

Seeing them gathered, ready for battle at any moment, the many Ancient Sages from the other three major forces also held their breath.

"Teacher Yang, first arrange for those who haven't reached Ancient Sage rank to leave here..." Zhang Hongtian instructed.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan knew the danger and said no more. He flew over to Ren Qingyuan and gave detailed instructions.

The remaining matters were no longer something a Great Sage could interfere with. Rather than getting caught up in things here, it was better to leave directly.

The Master Teacher Continent and various clans began to retreat. The Hundred Schools of Thought, the Foreign Spirit Race, and the Saint Beast lineage, those who hadn't reached the Ancient Sage level, also slowly withdrew. Before long, only more than twenty Ancient Sages remained in the entire square, looking at each other with mutual apprehension.

The Master Teachers and the Foreign Spirit Race could remain together not because their conflict was resolved, but because no one dared to make the first move. However, this stalemate would inevitably be broken with the emergence of the Spring and Autumn Annals.

Although more than twenty Ancient Sages seemed like a large number, they were, in fact, the continent's last remaining power. After this event, no one knew how many would be left.

"Teacher Zhang, this is what my senior brother secretly gave me just now, asking me to pass it on to you!"

While everyone was wary of each other, Teacher Yang approached Zhang Hongtian, flipped his wrist, and handed over a jade token.

"For me?"

Knowing that the "senior brother" the other party referred to was his junior, Zhang Xuan, Zhang Hongtian was momentarily stunned. He casually took the token and tapped it with his finger.

Immediately, a thought entered his mind.

"This... these are the flaws in Old Ghost Yu's cultivation?"

Zhang Hongtian's pupils contracted, startled.

What entered his mind were precisely the flaws in his old rival Old Ghost Yu's cultivation, along with vulnerabilities in his martial arts. There were more than thirty dense entries, each of which, if utilized well, could be fatal.

"How... how did he know all this?"

He initially thought it was nonsense, but after reading a few entries, he understood that it was absolutely true.

He and Old Ghost Yu had fought no fewer than a hundred battles in their lives. He knew perfectly well what this guy's ultimate moves were and what power they would unleash during execution. What was written on the token was exactly accurate!

It could be said that with this information, if used effectively, he would very likely be able to successfully slay Old Ghost Yu in another battle!

Once reaching the Blood Rebirth realm, one could be considered immortal. At the same level, it was difficult to slay someone unless a comprehensive trap was set. However, these flaws, if utilized well, could lead to a complete kill... This single piece of information was of immeasurable value!

"This guy is truly astonishing..."

With a sigh of admiration, Zhang Hongtian grew even more curious about this junior.

Alone, he obtained the five great formation cores and even held the Inherited Mother Talisman in his hand... This guy actually put up for auction the spots that the other three major forces desperately coveted... What's more, he showed no fear facing a powerful figure like Old Ghost Yu and even collected all of his flaws...

"Actually... Teacher Zhang, twenty years ago, you were severely wounded and needed pure bloodline to recover... It was Zhang Xuan who sacrificed his own bloodline to provide you with a supply, which allowed you to survive!" Teacher Yang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

At that time, Ancestor Hongtian was critically wounded and on the verge of death, having fallen into a deep slumber. The matter of the bloodline exchange was not mentioned, and few people knew about it.

Since Teacher Yang had personally handled it, he knew it very clearly.

"You mean... his bloodline flows in my veins?" Zhang Hongtian was stunned.

"Yes!" Teacher Yang nodded.

"No wonder I felt a sense of closeness to him the moment I saw him..." Zhang Hongtian realized.

He had previously wondered why he felt such an immediate connection upon first seeing this individual; so, that was the reason.

"His bloodline was pure enough to save me, and after being stripped of his bloodline, he not only survived but also possesses talent beyond ordinary imagination... It seems our Zhang clan no longer needs to worry..."

As the information flowed through his mind, Zhang Hongtian couldn't help but sigh with emotion, growing even more curious about Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan was unaware of the changing situation outside, nor did he know what impact the item he gave Zhang Hongtian would have. He only felt his body sway before he appeared in a spacious hall.

This hall was clearly much grander than the sub-hall, and the spiritual energy was richer. The surrounding walls were adorned with carved calligraphy and paintings of high artistic conception, their figures seeming as if they could come to life at any moment.

"These paintings can't compare to the Spring and Autumn Illustrations... nor do they possess the power of an Ancient Sage!"

After a glance, Zhang Xuan shook his head.

These were just ordinary calligraphy and paintings; they did not seal off a world, and thus possessed no so-called Ancient Sage power. Although precious, they held little attraction for him now.

The three Foreign Spirit Race members exchanged glances and reached out to retrieve the paintings. Before they could get close, a long spear appeared, blocking their path.

"Gentlemen, since we've arrived here, this is a good opportunity to have a talk..."

With a faint smile, Zhang Xuan looked over.

The reason he dared to sell them spots was because he had calculated that he would deal with them once they entered the main hall. Otherwise, keeping them around would be an eyesore.

Even if these three were strong, it shouldn't be difficult to slay them with the help of him, Zhao Ya, Luo Ruoxi, and the others.

"You..."

Unexpectedly, this guy turned hostile the moment they arrived. The three Foreign Spirit Race members' expressions all changed. They exchanged glances and cried out, "Go!"

With that, they took out a jade token and crushed it fiercely.

Whoosh!

A streak of light appeared, engulfing the three, and in the blink of an eye, they shot off into the distance.

"Freeze!"

Zhang Xuan pointed a finger, and the surrounding space immediately sealed up.

Crack!

The streak of light swept through, tearing the space apart, and the three figures vanished from sight.

"It's a treasure left by an Ancient Sage!"

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

It wasn't that he was too weak, but that the streak of light was too powerful. It seemed Old Ghost Yu knew he might be ruthless and had directly bestowed upon them a powerful life-saving artifact.

If he were to release the Demonic Vicious Blade, he might be able to slay them, but this was the main hall, and no one knew if there were any restrictions. He dared not act rashly unless it was a critical moment.

"Never mind, no rush!"

Everyone was on guard now, and they wouldn't be as easy to kill as before. However, it didn't matter. With the little talisman in hand, if he couldn't get the Spring and Autumn Annals, no one else would either!

Thinking this, he turned to look at Yan Xue and the others.

"They escaped. How about... we have a chat?"

Whoosh!

Before his words had even finished, Yan Xue and the others also disappeared from their spot in a streak of light.

He turned to look at the two remaining Saint Beasts. Before his gaze could even focus on them, he heard their shouts: "Don't look at us, we'll leave on our own, alright...?"

Whoosh!

They vanished as well.

"..." Zhang Xuan.

"..." Everyone else.