Peerless Battle Spirit
chapter-991

As they walked out from the inn, a few demons immediately attacked them. Qin Nan’s figure shook while unleashing a might that crushed the demons into pieces.

“No sign of their presence…”

Qin Nan scanned the area.

“Qin Nan, catch those Yellow Spring demons, we need a hundred of them!” Sima Kong yelled.

Qin Nan turned around and saw a small demon emitting the aura of the Yellow Spring among the demons, which was chuckling eerily.

The cultivation of the demon was at the second-layer Martial Progenitor Realm.

Qin Nan nodded as he dashed forward, capturing the demon with a grab. Following this, he moved rapidly among the streets at the speed of lightning, capturing all the Yellow Spring demons he stumbled into.

The cultivators were astounded.

“Oh my, his cultivation has improved again!”

Sima Kong smacked his lips.

Even though many cultivators were competing for the Yellow Spring demons, with Qin Nan and Sima Kong’s outstanding cultivations, they soon caught one hundred of them.

“What now?” Qin Nan asked curiously.

“Watch this.” A thunderous flame appeared from Sima Kong’s palm, which instantly burned the demons into ashes, causing a stream of black steam to float into the air.

“Grab it!”

Sima Kong said, prompting Qin Nan to make his move.

As soon as they grabbed the rising steam, a shocking sight took place. A strange voice encapsulated their figures, which caused them to vanish into thin air.

“An illusion?” Qin Nan scanned his surroundings as he landed.

It was an ancient street floating in some space in darkness, with shops on both sides. The doors to the shops were tightly shut, a hundred shops in total.

Cultivators would appear on the street from time to time. Their figures were covered by a black mist, as if they were wearing a black robe. Even Qin Nan’s left eye was unable to see their appearance and aura, apart from a rough estimation of their cultivation.

“It’s been a while. Qin Nan, let’s go.” Sima Kong led Qin Nan to the end of the street before they stopped in front of a Yellow Spring shop.

Sima Kong took a deep breath and knocked on the door with a solemn expression.

BANG!

At that instant, a terrifying glow burst out from the door. Sima Kong was well-prepared for this, who took out an ancient umbrella, blocking the glow.

Qin Nan raised his eyebrow. The glow did not have any potential for attack, but it could place an eighth-layer Martial Progenitor in an illusion.

A hoarse voice came out from the shop, “A man standing in the middle of the road. The sun rises in the west, and the wind blows from the east. Now, is he heading to the east, the west, or the north and south?”

Qin Nan frowned. What kind of question was that?

“He didn’t go anywhere. He committed suicide.” Sima Kong’s lips curled upward as he answered with confidence.

The voice did not respond, but the door was slowly opened following a squeak.

“Why suicide?” Qin Nan transmitted his voice.

“Ah, something you don’t know. The one killing himself was a Martial Monarch three thousand years ago. When he heard that his lover was dead, he carried her body in his arms and stood in the middle of the road, not knowing what to do. He then committed suicide.” Sima Kong lowered his voice, “Even some of the core disciples can’t answer the question.”

Qin Nan nodded.

First testing their cultivation, next the mind-blowing question, both used to decide if the person was worthy enough to join the gathering.

Qin Nan and Sima Kong entered the shop when the door was fully opened.

Inside the room was a large white-jade table with eight seats. Only six of them were occupied, with two vacant seats.

“A Martial Monarch Realm expert!”

Qin Nan was startled.

As he scanned the crowd with his left eye, he discovered the one in the leading position to be a Martial Monarch. Furthermore, the others were all half-Martial Monarchs apart from two eighth-layer Martial Progenitors!

“Wow, a Martial Monarch in charge, we’re in luck today!” Sima Kong’s voice was filled with excitement.

As they observed the six people, the six people were observing them too.

With a glimpse, the atmosphere suddenly intensified.

The person beside the leading position uttered a hollow laugh and spoke with a hoarse voice, “Two kids of the fifth or sixth-layer Martial Progenitor Realm have made their way inside? Tell us who you are, or get out.”

The person was the Crow-Wheel King of Law.

He had failed to secure many of the items he was interested in during the auction, thus he was not in a good mood.

The others remained silent, as if it were a waste of time.

Qin Nan calmly took out the Five Dragons Badge.

“The Five Dragons Badge?”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

They knew the significance of the Five Dragons Badge.

It indicated that these two people were at least the sons of Martial Monarchs in terms of their status.

“May I know who your father is? I might know him in person.” The cultivator sitting in the third seat spoke. He and the person beside him were the two eighth-layer Martial Progenitors.

They were Huo Wulong and another Martial Monarch’s son.

They immediately recalled the series of events that had taken place during the auction when they saw the Five Dragons Badge!

Could the Martial Monarch Realm expert be these two?

“I remember now. Were you at the auction today?” The Crow-Wheel King of Law said in a cold tone.

“HAHA, I bet they are the ones on the seventh floor.” Another voice exclaimed, who turned out to be the White-Haired Wine Immortal!

Qin Nan and Sima Kong remained calm.

They clearly knew their identities would be exposed if they showed the Five Dragons Badge. But did it make any difference?

They wouldn’t know their real identities.

“Enough, please take a seat. Let’s move on to business.” The mysterious Martial Monarch said.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

However, the Crow-Wheel King of Law, the White-Haired Wine Immortal, Huo Wulong, and the other Martial Monarch’s son were staring at Qin Nan and Sima Kong.

Especially Huo Wulong, who was feeling unpleasant at the moment.

He was confident that they had been at the auction, which meant that he had been intimidated by two sixth-layer Martial Progenitors.

In terms of status, they would at most be the sons of Martial Monarchs, but his father was a Martial Monarch too!

“This is what I’ve brought, the Boundless Orb.”

The Martial Monarch took out an orb and placed it on the table. The orb emitted a gentle white glow, with shadows inside it, as if it were filled with countless illusions.

Everyone gasped instantly. As expected of a Martial Monarch, making extraordinary moves every time.