Asura Mad Emperor

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The resurgence of Netherworld Hall, with the shadow of the Upper Realm behind it, Qinchuan had always harbored suspicions. During this time, he had slain many disciples of Netherworld Hall, and from them, he obtained prayer beads imbued with the aura of Heavenly Dao, further confirming his conjecture.

Now, upon his first glimpse of the Netherworld Saintess, he had ascertained that she was not from the Divine Wilderness Continent, but rather from the Upper Realm.

Qinchuan's Innate Pupils opened, a desolate and lonely aura overflowed, suffusing the area, as he continued to speak calmly.

"The heavens in the south are vast and boundless, with innumerable sects rising in profusion. There are also not less than a thousand forces that domesticate the Titan Ancestral Tribe as battle pets, so it's not possible to determine simply from the Titans.

However, the southern heavens lie within polar regions, perennially amidst extreme weather, thus most sects cultivate ice and thunder element cultivation techniques.

Your aura is concealed, although you deliberately hide your true strength, you cannot fool me. The technique you cultivate does not belong to these two elements but instead bears a hint of stellar meaning.

Gathering Stellar Force to cultivate and temper the physical body, even in that place, is not an easy task. Sects that can cultivate Stellar Force are one in a hundred.

Lastly, although your aura contains Stellar Force, it also carries the legacy of the Mysterious Spirit Giant God.

Among the numerous sects, those that domesticate Titans as battle pets, inherit from the Mysterious Spirit Giant God, and also gather Stellar Force to temper themselves, there remain only the Mend Heaven Sect and the Moving Mountains as the major sects. And within the Moving Mountains lineage, they only recruit male disciples, so if I'm not mistaken, you are from the Mend Heaven Sect!"

Qinchuan stood atop the giant's head, with his hair flying wildly, and his clothes fluttering, he asserted slowly.

In contrast to Qinchuan's confidence and pride, the Netherworld Saintess became more and more alarmed as she listened, her delicate cheek under the veil losing all color, as a torrential wave churned in her heart.

The things Qinchuan mentioned, whether about the Titan Ancestral Tribe or the tempering of the physical body with Stellar Force, were without a single error.

What shocked her more was that Qinchuan could also see through the legacy of the Mysterious Spirit Giant God on her.

And all this, at a time before she had even made a move, had been thoroughly discerned by Qinchuan.

In that instant, she suddenly felt an inexplicable terror. In front of Qinchuan, she was like standing stark naked, completely exposed.

By now, she was certain that this youth before her must also be from the Upper Realm, yet even so, within the Upper Realm, the number of people who could see through her without her ever taking action was very few.

The Netherworld Saintess quickly regained her composure, her eyes moving gracefully as she spoke, "No wonder my master reminded me to be careful around you. It seems that you're indeed not simple. May I ask where Young Master Qin is from?"

"With such insight and means, could Young Master Qin possibly come from that place in the Central Region?"

Qinchuan smiled indifferently, understanding what she was thinking. Her implication was clear – she considered him to be from the Divine Court, which oversaw the entire Upper Realm, a place where geniuses abound. In her mind, Qinchuan's actions today could only be achieved by someone from the Divine Court.

He did not speak to reveal the truth to her. Since the Netherworld Saintess wanted to guess, he let her guess.

Their conversation was enigmatic, causing the many martial artists present to be genuinely confused, each guessing where Qinchuan and the Netherworld Saintess hailed from.

"Could these two not be from the Dongju Continent?" a martial artist remarked.

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"It certainly isn't. Dongju Continent is located on the furthest edge of the east of the mainland and has never been referred to as 'Heaven South' by anyone. In my opinion, these two must come from Nanchi Continent, which is at the very southern end of Divine Wilderness."

"It is rumored that there are numerous sects and geniuses abound in Nanchi Continent, and the overall strength far surpasses that of Dongju Continent. Their Dao magic is terrifying; they must be from there!"

Even Ji Huo'er stealthily approached Ling Xian'er at this time, asking, "Sister, have you ever heard of 'Heaven South'?"

Ling Xian'er shook her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering like pearls, and after a moment, she said, "I feel that it doesn't sound like a place in the Divine Wilderness Continent; instead, it seems like... "

Everyone's analysis was meticulous, but little did they know that the Netherworld Saintess actually hailed from the Upper Realm.

As for Qinchuan, even though he had undergone Nine Lives Reincarnation, in this life, he was a native of Tianyuan, not someone from Nanchi Continent, and certainly not from the Divine Realm. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

At that moment, Qinchuan's tone shifted, "So, the reason you have gathered so many Netherworld disciples here is not to kill me but for some other purpose?"

The Netherworld Saintess didn't bother to hide her intentions. "Young Master Qin speaks the truth. I never intended to kill you from the start. I wish to propose cooperation."

"Cooperation? Sending eight guards to attack me is your way of showing sincerity in cooperation?" Qinchuan sneered back in retort.

"If the young master cannot even handle those eight, what cooperation is there to speak of?" The Saintess shook her head, her presence imposing and elegance unparalleled, "Besides, given the place the young master comes from, how could those eight pose any trouble to you? Aren't you safe and sound, whereas now only two of the eight guards remain?"

Seeing that Qinchuan neither agreed nor refuted her assumption, she took it as an acknowledgment that he indeed came from the Divine Court.

The many martial artists in the distance were startled upon hearing this. It appeared that the assault on Qinchuan by the eight guards was nothing but a trial established by the Netherworld Saintess from the very beginning.

Qinchuan understood that the other party was not truly from Netherworld Hall; perhaps they were from the forces of the Upper Realm, planted within Netherworld Hall. Qinchuan was somewhat curious about her offer of cooperation, which might allow him to uncover why they descended from the Upper Realm going to such lengths to carry out their actions.

But he didn't immediately accept, a cold smile appearing on his face as he said indifferently, "Merely eight guards could never pose a threat to me. Cooperation has always been built on equal strength between both parties. What qualifications do you have to cooperate with me?"

Qinchuan stood alone and tall, his bearing proud. The implied message in his words was, "Your dispatched guards have all been defeated, so what right do you have to talk about cooperation?"

The Netherworld Saintess didn't seem surprised in the least by Qinchuan's attitude; she had anticipated he would react this way.

With a wave of her jade hand, she tossed over something resembling a painting and spoke softly, "As for whether I am qualified to cooperate, please evaluate this item before you decide, Young Master Qin."

The moment the Netherworld Saintess pulled out the scroll, Qinchuan felt a sudden sensation within him, his gaze fixating on the painting in her hands.

A strong feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He instantly realized that what guided him deep inside was not a person, but the painting itself.

Qinchuan received the painting and observed that it had been sealed, but as he poured his Innate Qi onto the seal, the scroll gradually began to unfurl on its own.

When the painting was halfway unrolled and Qinchuan saw the person depicted, he suddenly changed color. A vast surge of Qi roiled throughout his body.

"To find that the painting actually depicted..."