Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 273 - 152: The Opportunity to Reverse Innate, Exchange Competition_4

Lu Sen spoke softly with a sigh, "The Ancient God's Secret Treasure... what a lucky clan they are, they could rise so quickly, it must also be because of the Ancient God's Secret Treasure, right? I heard they have already discovered the passage to the Nine States. If we don't suppress them, it's very likely they will catch up with us."

"Enough, let's stop discussing." An impatient Martial Artist, with a slightly agitated expression, said, "It's not up to us to decide whether to go to war or not, but the upcoming battle between the Heavenly Persons."

"How boring, let's finish the fight quickly; I want to go back and prepare for the end-of-year Starry Corridor battle." Another Martial Artist, with a cold expression, walked out of the room.

"By the way, where's Longsa?" Lu Sen looked around but couldn't find the captain's figure.

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"Will this battle not be made public?"

Twilight stood in front of a glass window, looking out at the dilapidated and desolate city, lamenting,

"Doesn't that mean Qingshan wouldn't get to see how I spar with his idol?"

The middle-aged man behind him said with a wry smile, "The Federation's hostility towards us is quite obvious, my apologies for the suffering you have to endure this time, Your Highness."

Twilight was noncommittal: "It's nothing more than how the Holy Hall treated the Federation back then, and now how the Federation is paying it back, don't worry, it's just a bit shoddy, I can handle a bit of hardship."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Our movements are being monitored throughout, and we simply can't get into the Four Guardian Stars. I'm afraid we won't be able to accomplish the mission this time."

Twilight said indifferently, "Sometimes I feel the higher-ups are quite foolish. Why would they think the Federation would treasure our overtures when, for the past ten thousand years, we've been making things difficult for them?"

The middle-aged man had no words in response.

Twilight shook his head, "Of course, I can understand the Federation's actions, but I still feel annoyed. I'll pass this sentiment on to the younger generation of their side."

The middle-aged man spoke respectfully, "Based on the information we've gathered so far, the most flourishing generation of the Federation has yet to fully grow. With your strength, Holy Son, you are more than capable of sweeping across them right now."

"Sweeping across, huh..."

Thinking of the Martial Artist surnamed Yan he had met before, Twilight pondered,

"The Federation does have a few Martial Artists that catch the eye."

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After arriving at North 7 Crane Star.

Ji Jingqiu followed Long Qingyang out of the airport and was escorted to an old, rundown part of the city.

"Tsk tsk, 'warm hospitality' from the higher-ups, inviting guests to stay in such a place," Long Qingyang said in a peculiar tone.

Ji Jingqiu looked up and saw that, indeed, the high-rises on both sides were not low, each with hundreds of floors, but they were old, with varying degrees of decay on the outer walls that made them look somewhat dilapidated and desolate.

Even some of the windows were broken and not repaired but covered with wooden planks or some other things.

This made Ji Jingqiu somewhat critical.

Even in Taian City of East Three Bright Star, such a situation would not exist above the middle and lower class areas.

This city exuded a unique desolation of the post-industrial era, like a city already abandoned.

The Federation sure has picked quite the spot.

"Is the government not worried about losing face?" Ji Jingqiu wondered. fгeewebnovёl.com

Long Qingyang laughed, "Clearly, the higher-ups are trying to make things difficult for the envoy of the three clans. As for losing face? That's not important. What is important is who needs whom. Now that the Federation has found the passage to the Nine States, they no longer care about the attitude of these three clans."

Ji Jingqiu mused, "What about the demeanor of a great country?"

"Demeanor is for friends, not for enemies," Long Qingyang preached tirelessly, "Remember, Marshal Ji used to say when he was alive that the Federation would remember the kindness of friends for a lifetime and would fight to the death with enemies. You are young and unaware, but when the Heavenly Road first appeared, we suffered quite a bit at the hands of these three clans."

He pinched his beard and said, "But then again, I can understand the envoys staying in this place, yet..."

He suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged man jogging toward them.

"Are you Master Long and Mr. Ji? Oh dear, my apologies, there was a mix-up!" the middle-aged man said with an apologetic expression, "I'm from the War Control Department. Could you please wait a moment? We have already arranged the nearest spaceship which will take you both to your resting location."

Long Qingyang nodded slightly.

That's how it should be.

Just then, an old man with an angry look on his face appeared. He seemed like he came for the middle-aged man, but after seeing Long Qingyang, his expression changed.

"Heavenly Person?" His expression revealed a degree of respect. Even in Luofeng Ancient Country, Heavenly Persons were undoubtedly a class of dignitaries.

Long Qingyang glanced at him but didn't engage.

The old man bowed slightly and then turned to the middle-aged man, swallowing his anger, he said: "Mr. Feng, is there a need to insult us like this? If your side is unwilling to arrange accommodations for us, we are willing to pay for it ourselves!"

The middle-aged Feng quickly apologized, insincerely explaining that North 7 Crane Star is a star with a rich historical and cultural heritage, and hosting the exchange competition here was also a serious deliberation by the Federation. The only issue was that there were unexpectedly too many tourists recently, making it difficult to spare additional rooms at a moment's notice...

Ji Jingqiu almost laughed out loud.

On the face of this comrade from the War Control Department, the word "perfunctory" might as well have been explicitly written.

He looked around haphazardly.

Not long before, rain had fallen, and the streets of this old city district were full of puddles, with the sky still somewhat gloomy and the clouds not yet dispersed.

Ji Jingqiu suddenly had a feeling.

He looked back.

Across the street.

Stood a man in white with white hair, over two meters tall, holding a deep red, alluringly long saber in one hand. He was looking down, his cold eyes peering through the puddle in the middle of the road, watching the reflection of Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu lowered his head and met the eyes of the white-haired man through the reflection on the water's surface.

In an instant.

The invisible clash of auras began.

The tranquil water's surface suddenly rippled, as if the ground beneath their feet started to tremble!

Long Qingyang and the elder from a different civilization noticed the movement here and turned their gaze in unison.

Upon seeing it was Longsa, the old man's complexion slightly changed, and he glanced at Long Qingyang next to him with caution.

He wasn't worried that Longsa would lose but feared that if Longsa harmed this young man, the Heavenly Person might act dishonorably and intervene!

In their ancient country, Longsa was a rare young generation bearer of Sword Evil, only a step away from condensing a blade spirit!

In past combat records, he had been able to directly crush his enemies at the spiritual level with Sword Evil!

Long Qingyang did not interfere.

If he remembered correctly, his own clansman was the Spiritual Residence who comprehended the Impermanence.

At this moment.

Longsa's brows were tinged with solemnity. His own Sword Evil, instead of crushing the young man before him, seemed to have awakened something.

Behind the young man, a towering aura of Blood Evil that only they could sense was slowly spreading.

Longsa was shocked. Just how many lives had this young man taken to condense such Blood Evil?

Soon, he saw within the Blood Evil, a raised head of a Blood Tiger, opening its wild and profound tiger eyes.

It fixed its gaze on Longsa's shoulder, at the fierce and violent blood-colored Phoenix Shadow, formed from consolidating Sword Evil.