Chapter 82 Jing Yuan
Once the first place is revealed, both the Spirit Hall and the two great empires will likely have to bow their heads before this person.
"Look!"
Dugu Yan, who had been staring at the sky, suddenly shouted.
"The clouds are moving!"
Upon hearing this, all the women raised their heads in unison.
The golden and red clouds in the sky seemed to be summoned by something, and began to converge madly towards the center of the painting.
On the deck of the Luofu Immortal Ship.
The view from here is excellent, offering a perfect vantage point to see the golden-red clouds swirling in the sky above.
Unlike the oppressive atmosphere of the Star Dou Forest, this giant ship hovering in the far north possessed a tranquility that transcended the world.
But at this moment, the people standing at the very front of the deck were not at peace.
Qian Renxue, dressed in a golden dress, stood out dazzlingly against the wind and snow of the far north. She gripped the railing tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning slightly white, her gaze fixed intently on the center of the scroll.
Beside her, Bibi Dong appeared somewhat calm, but the hand gripping the scepter unconsciously tightened its hold.
Both mother and daughter had the same question in their minds at that moment.
Who exactly is the number one on the Martial Soul Ranking?
"Kyoryu-senpai's swordsmanship has reached that level."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and turned to look at the little girl next to her who was eating candied hawthorn.
"Sister Bailu, is the first place really your General Jing Yuan?"
Bailu sat on the high railing, her two short legs swinging, holding a string of specially made candied hawthorns in her hand, eating them with relish.
Upon hearing Qian Renxue's question, the little dragon girl swallowed the hawthorn in her mouth, looking completely matter-of-fact.
"Of course."
"Who else could it be besides Brother Jing Yuan?"
"That bad woman... oh no, Jingliu-neechan is good, but she can't beat Jing Yuan-gege when playing cards."
Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly.
Play cards?
Can the strength of a martial spirit be determined by playing cards?
This Dragon Lord of the Luofu Immortal Ship always speaks in such a childish way, but that doesn't prevent Bibi Dong from extracting key information from her.
"I am very curious."
Bibi Dong's gaze was deep as she looked at the hatch leading to the inner cabin.
"Able to control Fu Xuan the Grand Diviner and subdue the Mirror Flow Sword Master, what exactly is the form of General Jing Yuan's martial spirit?"
"Is it a weapon spirit or a beast spirit?"
"If it's a beast spirit, could it be a dragon seed like you?"
Bailu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"It doesn't look like it."
"I rarely see Brother Jing Yuan release his big thing."
"Anyway, it's very big, very fierce, but also very obedient."
It's very big and very fierce.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong exchanged a glance.
This description is far too general.
But this only fueled their curiosity.
Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the corridor behind them.
The footsteps were light, even somewhat languid, but the moment they sounded, the howling Arctic wind seemed to freeze for a moment.
Qian Renxue suddenly turned around.
Bibi Dong also quickly turned around.
The hatch, decorated with cloud patterns, slowly opened.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows.
His white hair, as white as snow, was not tied up meticulously like Chen Xin's, but rather casually draped behind him, loosely tied only with a red rope.
He wore a loose robe, not the kind of tight-fitting clothes or armor commonly seen in the Douluo Continent, but a style they had never seen before, which was both dignified and casual.
The face looked very young, even handsome, with slightly droopy eyes and a hint of sleepiness.
But with him standing there, the entire Luofu Immortal Ship seemed to have found its backbone.
"Oops."
The person stretched and yawned.
"I've been playing cards for so long, my back is aching."
"Brother Jing Yuan!"
Bailu's eyes lit up instantly. She threw away the candied hawthorn in her hand and jumped off the railing.
She charged forward like a small cannonball.
I missed you so much!
Jing Yuan lowered his head, looking at the little guy rushing over, a helpless yet doting smile on his face.
He bent down slightly, skillfully reached out, and caught Bailu as she pounced on him.
"Slow down, slow down."
"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was starving you."
Bailu clung tightly to Jing Yuan's neck, hanging on him and rubbing her head against his chest.
"I was already hungry!"
"You and Sister Qingque are playing cards inside, and you don't include me!"
"And it was so dark outside just now, it was terrifying."
Jing Yuan smiled and gently rubbed the dragon horns on her head.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault."
"I'll have Tingyun prepare some delicious medicinal cuisine for you later."
This scene was heartwarming and natural.
He doesn't look like a peerless expert who is about to top the Martial Soul Ranking at all; he seems more like a doting older brother next door.
Two stunningly beautiful figures emerged from the shadows not far away.
The Snow Empress, dressed in a white dress, exuded a cool and noble aura; the Ice Empress, charming and adorable, had her cheeks puffed out.
Looking at Bailu clinging to Jing Yuan, the Ice Empress couldn't help but purse her lips.
"Hmph."
"Some people are so carefree. The world outside is in chaos, and they still have the mind to coax the children here."
Although the Snow Empress didn't speak, her beautiful eyes were also lingering on Jing Yuan, her gaze filled with a hint of resentment and a touch of inquiry.
As the rulers of the far north, they naturally knew what this celestial phenomenon meant.
The top spot on the list belongs to the man before us.
Even they, who had been by Jing Yuan's side for so long, had never truly seen the full form of Jing Yuan's martial spirit.
Every time Jing Yuan makes a move, it's either a momentary manifestation of a divine lord or a simple display of overwhelming power.
"The results are about to be announced."
The Snow Empress spoke softly, her voice as clear and cold as an icy spring.
Aren't you nervous?
Jing Yuan, holding Bailu, casually walked to the stone table in the center of the deck and sat down.
"It's just an empty title, what's there to be nervous about?"
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong standing to the side.
Those golden eyes were calm and didn't feel oppressive at all, yet they made Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue feel a sense of being seen through.
"These two must be the distinguished guests of the Spirit Hall."
Jing Yuan nodded slightly, as if to say hello.
"I am Jing Yuan, a 'leisurely person' on this Luofu Immortal Ship."
Qian Renxue looked at the man in front of her.
Too young.
Is this the man that even Grandpa feared, and that Fu Xuan and Jing Liu submitted to?
But the aura emanating from him was indeed unfathomable.
The feeling wasn't like facing a powerful opponent, but rather like facing a vast, unfathomable ocean.
"Greetings, General Jing Yuan."
Qian Renxue bowed slightly, performing a junior's greeting.
Although she was arrogant, she knew how to maintain awe in the face of absolute power.
Bibi Dong nodded, suppressing her arrogance as pope.
"General, you are too modest."
"To be ranked at the top of the list, one must not be an ordinary person."
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