C327 One good news, one bad news!

"You deserve to win, Lady Xu." Di Wentian laughed indifferently, he cupped his fists to indicate to the other party, he had already decided to leave, and was unable to change anything.

Xu Ling was silent, she did not make a sound, but her actions told everyone that she did not intend to be the champion.

If he did not win, what should he do? English Convention had already been held at this time, if they all quit the competition, the entire English Convention would still fail.

"Hmph, you two ignorant brats, how can Mintang City allow you two to make trouble like this?"

The ancient bell-like voice boomed out. After hearing the voice, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They looked towards the white holy light in the sky and a middle-aged man gradually appeared.

The man appeared in the sky, and instantly landed, his gaze extremely cold and proud, staring at Di Wentian and Xu Ling, in that moment they felt the taste of death, and their hearts could not help but tremble.

They were not stupid, and instantly guessed who the white clothed man in front of them was. They immediately cupped their fists and bowed, indicating to Emperor Ming.

"Senior will atone for his sins, this child is insensible, please do not take offense to him." Di Wentian said, lowering his previously arrogant head.

Xu Ling awkwardly pursed her lips and lowered her head. She did not speak, but that did not mean that she did not want to win.

Ming Di looked at the two of them, then looked at Ye Wuchen, his expression cold to the extreme: "Why did you deliberately lose? Unless you also look down on my Mintang City's great treasure? "

"Do you think I would?" Ye Wuchen bitterly smiled. It was not like he did not want to win, it was just that he could not do as he had wished in the end.

Ming Di nodded his head, his expression becoming a lot warmer, he stared at Di Wentian and asked: "Are you sure you don't want to be the champion?"

"I'm sure!" Di Wentian still didn't change his original plan.

Hearing that, Ming Emperor looked at Xu Ling, but Xu Ling did not say anything, she had already told Ming Emperor with her expression, and upon seeing this, Ming Emperor nodded his head, saying nothing.

"Ye Wuchen, follow me!"

"Grandson, you will be responsible for the rest." Emperor Ming gave another instruction to the Bai Family Head and then his figure disappeared.

Ye Wuchen didn't know why Ming Di was looking for him, but he still chased after him.

If the fact that the English Convention, which everyone had focused their attention on, did not have a championship was spread out, then it would be considered strange. However, both of them were unwilling to compete for the championship, and others could not do anything about it, they could not be coerced.

"Alright, Sigh, English Convention is done!" Bai Family Head did not have the mood to continue hosting the competition as he rashly announced the end of the English Convention. After that, he placed his hands behind his back and left the plaza as if he had aged a few decades.

But the Bai Family disciples who were the most shocked, saw the battle between Xu Ling and, saw the battle between Di Wentian and Leng Tian, and admired Ye Wuchen more and more. These foreign natural talents s were now even more determined to cultivate.

The gap between them and the Heaven's Pride was simply too wide, an insurmountable gap. In the entire Mintang City, only Chen Liuyi used to have the qualifications to fight against these Heaven's Pride, but he was still killed by Ye Wuchen.

This was hard power, something that couldn't be changed.

Ge Bing and the others returned to the inn. Qin Ziqing and the Jiaoniang were worried for Ye Wuchen, but since Ye Wuchen had inherited the inheritance of the Ming Emperor, he should be fine.

Xu Ling remained silent. She felt that she had missed some great opportunities, but she was wrong, her ambitions were not here. She had come here to train, and now that she had achieved her goal.

Chen Gang and Ye Wentian were both standing by Xu Ling's side. Both of them had feelings for Xu Ling, but they never spoke of it out loud.

"Let's go, wait for the Vast Sky Stele to open up soon!" Xu Ling sweetly smiled. At this moment, she was just a delicate girl, not a twin king level figure, and not as domineering as when she summoned her white armor just now.

Everyone dispersed, and the sky gradually darkened as well. Soon, silence descended.

Ye Wuchen followed Emperor Ming all the way, and finally arrived at a desolate area. This place was filled with ditches and mountains, and nearby, there was even a waterfall flowing chaotically.

Ye Wuchen stood right behind him. He did not say a single word, and waited for Ming Di to say something. He knew that since Ming Di was looking for him, he had something to say.

"I have good news!" Ming Di turned around and smiled at Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen frowned, but what he heard was a different meaning.

"There's also bad news, right?" Ye Wuchen curled his lips and asked, he was already mentally prepared.

Ming Di laughed heartily and nodded. Ye Wuchen was indeed intelligent, he understood it right away, he did have good news and bad news.

"Do you want to hear the good news first, or the bad news?"

"Bad news!" Ye Wuchen replied without hesitation. After hearing the bad news, he would only be able to calm down after hearing the good news.

Moreover, Ming Di's so-called bad news might not be the worst news.

"The bad news is, Chen Zongming went to the Vast Sky Stele!" Emperor Ming said in a low voice as he squinted his eyes. His eyes were filled with killing intent.

"That's not bad news, I can guess." Ye Wuchen curled his lips and gave a faint smile, he was not moved at all. Chen Zongming clearly knew the foreign natural talents's goal, so it was normal for him to rush over to the Vast Sky Stele.

"Of course it's not bad news, because I haven't said what bad news it is!" Emperor Ming laughed, but his smile was already a bit ugly, and his expression had become a lot more serious.

At this moment, Ye Wuchen's heart was throbbing violently. He had a bad feeling about this, but this feeling disappeared along with the smile on the Ming Emperor's face.

"Chen Zongming has passed the Vast Sky Stele's trial. He has already left the Haotian Small World and is heading for the Heavenly Awakening Continent!"

Bang bang! His heart speeding up, Ye Wuchen's face gradually became heavier. He looked at Ming Di, and did not speak further.

Ye Wuchen was very clear that this meant that Chen Zongming would go against him above the Heavenly Awakening Continent. He was already in the shadows while he was in the open.

Of course, this was still the best case scenario, he was afraid that Chen Zongming would kill his son after finding out about his background, which would cause the Ye Family to lose all sense of reason.

Anxiety, panic, it came from Ye Wuchen's heart, but at the moment, Ye Wuchen had no other choice. He could only suppress this kind of unease, and it would take him at least a month to leave the Haotian Small World.

He only hoped that Chen Zongming would not be teleported to the Yuan Wu Empire at this time. If he went to another empire, he would need some time to find his family.

"Senior, what is the good news?" Ye Wuchen raised his head and asked. The panic from earlier had disappeared.

Emperor Ming secretly observed Ye Wuchen and couldn't help but nod his head in praise. He liked this kind of junior who possessed shocking endurance.

"The good news is that I will go with you to the Vast Sky Stele to send you off!" Emperor Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled. Having lost his memories, he relied on his instincts to survive. Gradually, his instincts became memories and Ye Wuchen became the person closest to him.

"Thank you, senior!" Emperor Ming's status was respected, even in the small world, he was still a peak Ranker. Even if he left the Haotian Small World, he was still a peak Holy Spirit Realm Ranker, how could he dare to slight him.

Moreover, since the Emperor had passed on the legacy to him, it was only natural for him to respect the Emperor.

"Alright, since they are not willing to fight for the championship, then the great treasure of the Mintang City will fall on you. You don't have to reject me, this can be considered my inheritance!"

"I didn't plan to give it to you at first, I was afraid that you would get too much and not be able to digest it. But now, looking at you, your adaptability is astonishing, and you have even grasped most of my Returning to the Origin Sword Technique, not bad!"

"Since you have grasped my Returning to the Origin Sword Technique, then take my Returning Sword as well!" Emperor Ming said, waving his left hand, within the light and shadow, a white light flashed and a sharp light rushed straight at Ye Wuchen, filled with killing intent.

Ye Wuchen's expression changed greatly, he did not dare be negligent and immediately attacked with his sword. The Purple Dragon Sword s spun in midair, and with a dull bang, their two swords collided, causing the Purple Dragon Sword to tremble violently before flying out of Ye Wuchen's hand.

Ye Wuchen's arm went numb, he screamed out in pain, and looked at the sword underneath the white light, tsk-tsk.

Ye Wuchen had never seen such a thin sword before. It was only as thick as a finger and more like a white snake.

"Let's try it out!" Ming Di curled his lips and laughed, indicating for Ye Wuchen to clench his fist.

Ye Wuchen nodded, and then directly clenched the Returning Sword that was floating in the air. A cool feeling spread from his hand and spread throughout his entire body.

Bang!

"AHH!"

Ye Wuchen screamed out, and immediately let go of his arm, then looked at his arm which was already blue, and was in extreme pain.

"Haha, boy, slowly hold onto it. Only when it recognizes you will you be able to hold onto it tightly!"

Emperor Ming laughed out loud. Then, his laughter grew further and further away as he disappeared.

Under the entire night sky, within the mountain stream, there was only Ye Wuchen, as well as the Purple Dragon Sword behind him and the white Returning Sword floating in midair.

The Returning Sword gazed at Ye Wuchen like a venomous snake, as though ridiculing him for not having the qualification to hold its hand.

Unwilling, Ye Wuchen's heart rose. He had never been stuck with a sword before, and this time was no exception.

"I want to see exactly what's different about you!" Ye Wuchen gritted his teeth as he clenched the white Returning Sword in his hands. Once again, a warm feeling spread throughout his body.

Bang!

Ye Wuchen screamed in pain and threw away the Returning Sword. There were more and more bruises on his hands, but Ye Wuchen did not give up and held his sword tightly.

This repeated, countless of times. Ye Wuchen's hand was already swollen beyond recognition, yet the pain was gradually lessening.

Half an hour later, Ye Wuchen let out a dragon's roar as he tightly gripped the Returning Sword in his hands.

"If you refuse, I would rather cripple you!"

Buzz! Buzz!

The Returning Sword hummed and moved, then the docile void shook, the pain in Ye Wuchen's hand disappeared.

Sensing this, Ye Wuchen couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.

No matter how strong the sword spirit was, it would still be afraid of destruction!