Destined Martial God Chapter 72

Pingyang City, Central Plaza!

"Thank you, Brother Chu!"

After cupping his hands in thanks, Wu Zhengjun walked to Yu Haoran's side and consciously fell half a step behind.

"Yu Haoran, you don't have to care about the changes in the future!" Just as Yu Haoran was still thinking of a way to persuade Wu Zhengjun to choose Iron Blood Sect again, the tarin in his consciousness suddenly reminded him.

"Actually, when you returned to a time a hundred years ago, back to your youth, uncontrollable changes had occurred in the future, so you didn't need to care at all."

"Also, if Wu Zhengjun's bloodthirsty physique wants to advance to the Blood Devouring Physique, it needs to be honed to the point of death. It also needs an endless amount of battle."

"Yu Haoran, only by following you, who is constantly changing the direction of the future, will he have the chance and the ability to upgrade his Blood Devouring Physique."

"Alright!" After being persuaded by the tarin, Yu Haoran finally chose to compromise.

After all, it was just as tarin had said. His various actions after his rebirth, especially the sneak attack to kill Cheng Zhangyu and recover his sister's cultivation, had completely changed his future plans.

Even if he allowed Wu Zhengjun to return to the Iron Blood Gate, could it be that he would be able to make everything return to its original trajectory?

Since that was the case, he might as well have Wu Zhengjun follow beside him and use all means possible to help him level up his Blood Devouring Physique. In the future, when he becomes a public enemy of the continent, he would have a strong helper by his side.

Seeing that Yu Haoran did not stop him from joining the Hundred Feet Gate, Chu Zhongyu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, his heart was immediately filled with endless joy.

Amongst all the sects, Hundred Feet Gate was probably the one with the biggest harvest other than Bing Xuegong, in the sect selection compet.i.tion that was being held in Eastern Mountain County.

Not only did he have Yu Haoran, a potential and talent comparable to an exceptional genius, he was also a top genius with a special physique like Wu Zhengjun.

As long as Hundred Feet Gate could guarantee that these two geniuses could grow smoothly and become strong, then in the future, Hundred Feet Gate would definitely be able to make a breakthrough into a first-rate sect.

… ….

On the high platform!

Seeing that the sect Wu Zhengjun had chosen was actually the Hundred Feet Gate of the second-rate sect, the experts of the seven top-notch sects were all stunned.

Soon after, all seven of them showed different expressions.

Liu Guangyuan, who originally wanted to kill Wu Zhengjun, had a disdainful sneer on his face, then he no longer paid attention to him.

Although Ouyang Aoxue did not pay attention to Wu Zhengjun, she had a strong interest towards the Hundred Feet Gate sect. She planned to investigate the Hundred Feet Gate after returning to the sect and see what kind of magic this second-rate sect possessed that would actually allow two geniuses who could be considered to be peerless to take the initiative to join.

The thoughts of the other five Rankers were similar to Ouyang Aoxue's, and they all developed a strong interest for the Hundred Feet Gate, whose reputation was not well-known.

Perhaps it was because the commotion caused by Wu Zhengjun's transformation into a special physique was too strong, or perhaps it was because Wu Zhengjun abandoning the practice of joining one of the top and first-rate sects was too hurtful, but in the selection of disciples, the enthusiasm of the experts from the first-rate sects was evidently much colder.

Originally, he could have given a good condition, but now it was just a formality!

This made the genius partic.i.p.ants who had squeezed into the top 20 with great difficulty and were able to obtain decent treatment very depressed in their hearts.

However, in the face of the ordinary conditions given by a first-rate sect, they were both dissatisfied and could not help but agree.

After all, if they gave up the opportunity in front of them, they might die of old age in Pingyang City or in a remote place like Eastern Mountain County in the future. They might not even be able to break through Wu Zong and Martial King in their entire lives.

Therefore, there were a total of thirteen contestants who had chosen to become disciples of a first-rate sect.

This choice also allowed the remaining seven partic.i.p.ants to automatically enter the top ten without having to continue the compet.i.tion.

Aside from the monstrous Ouyang Aoxue, the six top sects could be said to have obtained nothing in the Eastern Mountain County compet.i.tion this time. Thus, when facing the remaining seven partic.i.p.ants, they were too lazy to continue with the Ranking Compet.i.tion.

At the same time, they did not give the remaining seven partic.i.p.ants much of a choice. Other than Sky Cloud Martial School who chose two partic.i.p.ants, the other five sects would each have one person.

In the face of the domineering manner of the top sects, the remaining seven compet.i.tors glanced at each other. They all discovered the trace of helplessness in their eyes.

Accepting a disciple was not a good idea. Aside from Ouyang Aoxue, the remaining six elite sect experts did not want to stay in the Pingyang City, and after greeting the Pingyang City's City Lord Qin, they each threw out an enchanted tool that rose along with the wind.

Afterwards, they brought the disciples that had just been accepted into the artifact one after another, then flew up into the sky and left the Pingyang City.

"Senior, I want to say a few words to little brother!" Looking at Ouyang Aoxue who had returned to the Bing Xuegong area, Yu Saiqi said with a reluctant expression.

"Of course you can!" Regarding Yu Saiqi's request, Ouyang Aoxue happily agreed and personally brought her to the front of the crowd of Hundred Feet Gate.

In the face of Ouyang Aoxue who came from Bing Xuegong, no matter if it was Chu Zhongyu who was at the peak of the Wu Zong or the more lively one, both of them stood obediently and respectfully by the side.

"Xiao Ran, I don't know when we will meet again after we parted today. You need to pay more attention to your body and don't appear too often!"

Looking at Yu Haoran who had already grown up and his height exceeded his, and thinking of the long time they would parted, Yu Saiqi's eyes reddened and he couldn't help but ask while crying.

"Sis, don't you know who your little brother is?!" Inhaling a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the sour tears in his eyes, Yu Haoran smiled as he consoled.

After that, he looked at Ouyang Aoxue and requested sincerely.

"Senior, I hope that you can take care of my sister. In the future, I, Yu Haoran, will never forget your kindness!"

"Yu Haoran, you're welcome!" Ouyang Aoxue bowed in return.

According to his cultivation level and ident.i.ty, Ouyang Aoxue did not need to be so courteous at all, but Yu Haoran's various performances, as well as her curiosity towards the Hundred Feet Gate, made her feel like she could not treat Yu Haoran lightly.

"Siqi, let's go!"

Ouyang Aoxue knew that continuing to delay them would only make Yu Saiqi more unwilling to leave. So after she reminded him, she threw out another Inherent Skill that grew along with the wind, and pulled Yu Saiqi into it.

As for the Wu Zong instructor who had been teaching Yu Saiqi, she nodded her head in goodwill towards him and similarly walked into the artifact. Then, she soared into the sky, left the central plaza, and left the Pingyang City.

"Junior brother Yu, Junior brother Wu, what else do you have to say to your relatives?" When Ouyang Aoxue took Yu Saiqi away, both Chu Zhongyu and Chu Zhongyu couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Although Ouyang Aoxue's cultivation was only one realm higher than his, she was a disciple of a top sect and the aura she gave off caused Chu Zhongyu to feel immense pressure.

Therefore, when he was facing Yu Haoran and Yu Saiqi going his way, he kept quiet.

"Zhengjun, what about you?"

Shaking his head, Yu Haoran indicated that he did not need to bid farewell to his family and looked towards Wu Zhengjun.

Wu Zhengjun turned his head to glance at the clansmen who were watching him from the east side of the plaza. He originally wanted to say his farewells to them, but seeing the hatred in their eyes, his heart couldn't help but turn cold as he shook his head.

"In that case, let's go!"