Starry Sky Continent, Tianyuan Holy Palace.
Early morning.
Today is Tianyuan Holy Palace's triennial recruitment day.
At this time, among the vast crowds, a teenager wearing a robe with a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right was particularly conspicuous.
It wasn't because his talents were outstanding, but because of his identity.
He was the son of Ye Haotian, the Grand Marshal who guarded the strongest Cyan Dragon Dynasty, named Ye Xiu.
Fool Ye Xiu has come.
What a pity. Ye Haotian alone guarded the Cyan Dragon Dynasty, no one dared make a move, yet he sired such a fool for a son.
Isn't that right? I heard that other than cultivation, he does everything, so what is he doing coming to Tianyuan Holy Palace?
There were all kinds of discussions among the crowds, but they were like mosquito sounds.
Because next to Ye Xiu stood a burly man holding a blue dragon saber.
That was Ye Haotian's top subordinate, Fan Tong, known as the ruthless executioner. Countless generals had died under his blue dragon saber.
Fan Tong heard everything clearly, but that was how it was. Other than cultivation, the young master was completely proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling.
And this time coming to Tianyuan Holy Palace was probably related to Tianyuan Holy Palace's Tianyuan Nine Immortals.
Tianyuan Holy Palace was once one of the nine holy lands, and it was where the strongest holy lord, Tianyuan Holy Lord, had appeared.
But after Tianyuan Holy Lord disappeared, Tianyuan Holy Palace soon fell out of the nine great holy lands.
After that, it declined more and more each year.
Even so, there were still many hot-blooded youths who hoped they could join Tianyuan Holy Palace.
And the biggest reason for that was because of the Tianyuan Nine Immortals.
After all, legend said that the Tianyuan Nine Immortals each had outstanding talents and peerless beauty, like immortals that had descended to earth.
Ah!
Just then, Ye Xiu suddenly let out a miserable scream.
Fan Tong was startled. "Young master, young master!"
Ye Xiu's face kept flashing between red, black, and green, scaring Fan Tong witless.
Three years ago, Ye Xiu contracted a mental illness that acted up from time to time.
After a few breaths, Ye Xiu's complexion returned to normal.
Fan Tong let out a breath.
Ye Xiu blinked at the surrounding ocean of people, completely stunned.
What the heck, wasn't he just watching dirty videos in the middle of the night? How did he get here? And the climax hadn't even arrived yet!
In that instant, a torrent of memories flooded Ye Xiu's mind.
Ye Xiu froze again. I got transported here while watching dirty videos?
Ye Xiu checked his memories again.
It was true, he had transmigrated!
Ye Xiu had read many transmigration novels, but this was too dog-blood, even for him.
At the very least let him finish first...
After calming down for a while, Ye Xiu realized his transmigration was actually quite high standard.
He had actually transmigrated into the son of the Cyan Dragon Dynasty's Grand Marshal. The only downside was the occasional fits.
Other than that, he was completely proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling according to his memories.
And the reason Ye Xiu had come this time was because he wanted to see the elegant bearing of the Tianyuan Nine Immortals.
"Fan Tong, how long have we been waiting?" Ye Xiu called out very naturally.
Fan Tong held the blue dragon saber. He looked up at the just-risen sun. "An hour and a half, young master. Don't be impatient. It should be soon."
Just as his voice fell, above the huge mountain gate...
A pure white cloud floated over, and it was as if immortal qi had suddenly descended. Divine light illuminated everything. Countless people looked up.
They saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting cross-legged on the cloud. He wore white robes and had the air of an immortal.
Beside him were many youths in star robes, obviously disciples of Tianyuan Holy Palace.
"Everyone, I am the exam supervisor for this term." The exam supervisor gave a faint smile, full of expectation.
The many youths' eyes shone brightly, their blood boiling hot!
But Ye Xiu just glanced up briefly, somewhat disappointed.
An old man had come.
The Nine Immortals hadn't appeared, so he probably wouldn't get to see their elegant bearing.
"Let's cut to the chase. I'll be direct." As the exam supervisor spoke, his whisk waved.
They saw nine massive pillars rise from the plaza. Atop each pillar was an enormous star.
These were the Nine Star Pillars. The higher one's talents, the more stars would light up. Lighting up two stars meant one had the qualifications to enter Tianyuan Holy Palace.
Everyone looked up at the Nine Star Pillars.
No one looked too happy.
It was too harsh.
Lighting up two stars didn't seem like much, but it was extremely difficult.
Because anyone who could light up one star was already considered a genius with talent exceeding others.
As for two stars, in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, that was already top genius material.
Beyond two stars, you might not find someone among ten thousand people.
The exam supervisor casually tossed nine pearls.
Not far from the Nine Star Pillars, nine massive stars could be seen floating in midair, arranged in a chaotic and disorderly way, but containing profound mysteries.
The exam supervisor continued, "Of course, if someone can decipher the Nine Star Tianyuan Formation, even if your Nine Star Pillar doesn't meet the requirements, you can still become a Tianyuan Holy Palace disciple."
This Nine Star Tianyuan Formation isn't simple. It's said to be a formation personally created by Tianyuan Holy Lord back then. If you can decipher the Nine Star Tianyuan Formation, it's equivalent to obtaining a pass to cultivate the supreme Nine Star Tianyuan Art.
In the several hundred years since, there haven't been more than ten people capable of deciphering the Nine Star Tianyuan Formation."
Discussion sounded unceasingly.
Regarding the Nine Star Tianyuan Formation, Ye Xiu just glanced at it briefly.
"Alright, first person, begin."
With the exam supervisor's words, the exam officially started.
One by one, the boys and girls stood before the Nine Star Pillars and began testing their talents.
Time slowly passed.
Among those who came, the people who truly passed the test only made up less than twenty percent.
"Cyan Dragon Dynasty, Ye Xiu."
"Cyan Dragon Dynasty, Yue Wuya."
Ye Xiu walked in front of the Nine Star Pillar.
Ye Xiu paused for a while.
Then he asked very seriously, "Elder, how do you use this Nine Star Pillar?"
Hearing this, even the exam supervisor was shocked speechless. What the heck, there's actually someone who doesn't even know how to use the Nine Star Pillar?
Even if you've never seen a Nine Star Pillar before, it's common knowledge among cultivators.
In an instant, bursts of crazy laughter rang out across the entire plaza!
The exam supervisor's expression sunk. He couldn't help but doubt, could their Tianyuan Holy Palace have declined this badly?
All sorts of trash were coming?
But owing to his status, the exam supervisor still honestly replied, "Gather stellar power between your palms, then guide it through your palms into the Nine Star Pillar."
Ye Xiu was confused.
What the heck was stellar power?
Ye Xiu blankly nodded. He placed his palms on it.
The instant his palms made contact, an uproar abruptly shook the entire plaza.
Ye Xiu was startled. Could he really be a peerless powerhouse?
When he looked up, he saw that right next to him, an immaculate white-clothed youth with a very refined appearance.
On his Nine Star Pillar, seven stars lit up!
The exam supervisor trembled excitedly. He had picked up a treasure!
"Quick, report your name!" The exam supervisor was agitated, his trembling hands and trembling voice betraying his excitement.
The white-clothed youth faintly smiled. "Elder, I am the son of the Cyan Dragon Dynasty's Moon Pass General, Yue Wuya."
Ye Xiu felt wretched.
Because on his Nine Star Pillar, not to mention stars, even a speck of light couldn't be found.
After speaking, Yue Wuya glanced at Ye Xiu. The corners of his mouth curled mockingly as he mouthed, "Trash!"
The sounds of laughter grew.
Standing together with Yue Wuya, Ye Xiu formed a stark contrast.
One was a peerless genius who had lit up seven stars. The other was trash who didn't even have a speck of light.
There was no comparison at all.
They were both generals' sons, they both had excellent bloodlines flowing in their veins.
But one had perfectly inherited, even surpassed his legacy. The other lived up to his reputation as trash.
I heard the Moon Pass General and Grand Marshal Ye Haotian were hostile to each other. They had been competing for the position of Grand Marshal for many years. Now that Yue Wuya has lit up seven stars, he will surely become an elder's personal disciple and core disciple. As for Ye Xiu, he's practically a joke. It looks like the position of Grand Marshal will be changing hands soon.
Hearing the word "trash", Ye Xiu felt very unhappy. And those words had come from Yue Wuya's mouth.
According to his memories, Yue Wuya was one of his best childhood friends. And Yue Wuya's father had also been raised up by Ye Haotian's own hand.
But in recent years, not only did Moon Pass show no gratitude, he did everything imaginable to try to force Ye Haotian down from the position of Grand Marshal.
As for Yue Wuya, he had repeatedly bullied and mocked him.
So Ye Xiu felt very unhappy.
Just as everyone was leaving, his gaze inadvertently swept over the nine irregularly arranged stars floating not too far away.
His eyes fixed.
That thing was attracting him, and strongly at that.
Seeing Ye Xiu just standing there motionless for ages, the examiner grew angry. Why aren't you going down yet?
Fan Tong panicked. Oh no, don't tell me the young master is having another episode!
Suddenly, a voice exploded in everyone's eardrums like a bomb.
Elder, I want to try breaking through the Nine Star Celestial Formation.

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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