Chapter 135: The Xuanyuan Sacrificial Rite, Enemies Meet Face-to-Face

Two days passed swiftly. As Huang Dao of the Xuanyuan family had said, during these two days, he did not once visit Xiao Yu and the others in the loft.

Xiao Yu did not mind this at all. On the second day of their arrival, Xuanyuan Qingshan had sent someone to deliver what Xiao Yu desired—the Jade Dew Pills. Twenty whole pills were given.

Xiao Yu was delighted. Holding the pills, he quickly distributed them to Qinglong and the others. Without hesitation, they took the pills immediately and then closed their doors to cultivate, absorbing the medicine.

When the day of the Divine Ceremony arrived, Huang Dao finally appeared in the small loft after two days of absence. Today, he wore a black ancient robe, a departure from his usual attire. The robe seemed to transform his aura, and Xiao Yu noticed a remarkable change in his demeanor.

“Boy, today is the moment of the Divine Ceremony. I have reserved a good spot for you so you can witness the Xuanyuan family’s divine rites,” Huang Dao said with a smile.

Xiao Yu nodded and stretched leisurely. “I have long heard that the Xuanyuan family’s divine ceremony is shrouded in mystery. Today is a perfect opportunity to broaden my horizons.”

“Where are the Twelve Celestial Descendants? Why haven’t I seen them?” Huang Dao asked, curious since he had not met Qinglong or the others since arriving at the loft. The Twelve Celestial Descendants were usually inseparable from Xiao Yu.

“They took your Jade Dew Pills and must still be refining them. Let’s not disturb them,” Xiao Yu replied calmly.

Huang Dao nodded and led Xiao Yu toward the altar where the Divine Ceremony was about to take place.

Along the way, Xiao Yu observed that everyone, whether martial artists attending the ceremony or servants of the Xuanyuan family, wore traditional ancient attire. This piqued his curiosity.

Noticing Xiao Yu’s gaze, Huang Dao explained, “It has always been the tradition of the Xuanyuan family that whether clan members participating in the ceremony or guests observing it, all must wear ancient-style clothing.”

“By the way, the Law Enforcement Hall will also send people later. I heard they bear a great grudge against you,” Huang Dao added.

Huang Dao was aware of some of the enmity between Xiao Yu and the Law Enforcement Hall. Killing a prodigious disciple and steward of the Hall was a heavy blow, one that the Hall would not easily forgive. From their attitude toward Xiao Yu in the Tianqu Secret Device, it was clear they wished to eliminate him swiftly.

The two visitors from the Law Enforcement Hall attending the ceremony were Meng Chao of the Meng family and Wang Bo, both of whom had been repeatedly defeated by Xiao Yu.

These two were among Xiao Yu’s greatest enemies within the Law Enforcement Hall—one held a grudge for a slain son, the other for a slain father. Their arrival was hardly good news for Xiao Yu.

“Bring it on. I don’t believe they’d dare cause trouble within the Xuanyuan family,” Xiao Yu said nonchalantly.

After all, he was within the Xuanyuan family’s domain, and this was the grand annual Divine Ceremony. If a fight broke out, countless innocents could be harmed. Xiao Yu trusted that Huang Dao and the others would never allow such a thing.

Soon, they arrived at a large plaza at the rear of the Xuanyuan estate. Under Huang Dao’s guidance, they passed through without obstruction and reached the front center.

“Boy, sit here for a while. The Divine Ceremony will begin in an hour. I need to prepare,” Huang Dao said, seating Xiao Yu before departing.

Xiao Yu didn’t refuse; he found a seat near the center front and settled in, quietly waiting.

Bored and alone, he propped his head on his hands, lost in thought. Suddenly, a clamorous noise erupted across the plaza, snapping him from his reverie. He turned toward the bustling entrance.

A young man clad in a white ancient robe entered, handsome and refined, resembling a charming leading man from a television drama, a smile gracing his face.

Wherever he passed, the crowd parted instinctively, some even offering flattering smiles.

Xiao Yu did not recognize him but sensed a sharp, formidable aura emanating from the youth, causing him to glance with interest.

As Xiao Yu pondered the newcomer’s identity, murmurs rose from the crowd.

“That Gujian is truly remarkable. At such a young age, he’s already attained the strength of an Innate Martial King. Even compared to the Xuanyuan family’s Xuanyuan Sword, he is not inferior.”

“Of course. Gujian is an unparalleled prodigy of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a rare talent in a thousand years, ranked fourth on the Dragon List.”

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect was a top-tier martial clan known for its fierce sword cultivators, though smaller in number.

As discussions swirled, another handsome young man entered the plaza. Xiao Yu studied him and was stunned. This newcomer’s aura rivaled Gujian’s, indicating he too likely possessed the power of an Innate Martial King.

In the outside world, such a rank was rare even among those on the Divine Ranking, mostly elders. Few young warriors reached such heights. Yet here, in the ancient martial world, not only were there many Innate Martial Kings, but the ranking system itself—such as the Dragon List where Gujian was fourth—suggested even greater powers ahead, though Xiao Yu knew nothing of those three above.

Lost in thought, Xiao Yu was abruptly drawn back by a commotion in the crowd. He looked toward the entrance and understood the source of the unrest—the arrival of familiar faces from the Law Enforcement Hall.

Meng Chao, head of the Meng family, and Wang Bo, steward of the Law Enforcement Hall.