The opening of the Holy Land is a major event common to all three thousand worlds.
Since the fall of the Dragon God, the Holy Land has maintained a frequency of opening once every hundred years. However, this time, for unknown reasons, only eighteen years have passed since the last Holy Gate opened, and the Holy Land located in the center of the Four Realms has once again been in motion.
The Four Symbols Realm, tightly surrounding the Holy Land, was naturally the first to detect its fluctuations. Mahayana cultivators' energy channels were vaguely connected to heaven and earth, so Zhen Shuangliu also noticed the unusual movement early. Other large worlds, governed by only Spiritual Severing Realm cultivators, would not receive the news for another ten days or half a month. As for the small and medium-sized worlds with one or two available spots, by the time they received the news, they would likely have already opened their doors.
Among the Four Symbols Realms, the White Tiger Realm is the most powerful sect with a strict hierarchy. The sect leader's words are final and whoever is nominated is the winner. The Azure Dragon Realm's academy has always been peaceful and steady. It is currently holding an academy competition and is not in a hurry to announce the news. It is just taking advantage of the situation to observe suitable candidates.
The Xuanwu Realm, however, has always been well-informed and responsive, with their presence everywhere. Currently, they are the only ones to have assembled a team. The Suzaku Realm, on the other hand, has been secluded for years, neglecting to discuss matters. The various scattered factions scattered throughout the Suzaku Realm bear witness to this. This time, only just before the Xuanwu envoy arrived did the Suzaku Realm hastily appoint a captain and several team members.
However, although he was forced to do something, the Lord of Shenxue Palace was really unexpected. Although he looked calm and composed, not surprised by praise or criticism, and looked quiet and not fond of causing trouble, a casual greeting after meeting him could make the Xuanwu messenger get angry.
After hearing the greeting, "Hello, Nuzi," the Xuanwu Envoy's face gradually flushed, almost like a Sichuan opera face-changing. His amber pupils narrowed to a line. Although he hadn't uttered a single word to Han Qianling, everyone present could sense his strong rejection.
Under the gaze of those two gleaming lights and clearly malicious eyes, Han Qianling actually closed his eyes.
He seemed to carefully sense some mysterious aura in the air, then lowered his head and smiled, not hiding it from others, and said to himself directly: "So this is how it feels. Very interesting."
This was the first time in his life that Han Qianling had taken the initiative to develop such an interest in someone or something that he thought was "very interesting" and "worth exploring."
——Jiujiang doesn’t count. His initial feelings for Jiujiang were extremely pure. Until now, he just wanted to get closer to him and completely integrate him into his own bones and blood.
As for this Xuanwu messenger, the two of them gave people such a similar feeling. It was no wonder that Luo Cang mistook him for some "Nu Zi" on the Seven Islands. This Nu Zi with a chest full of three thousand rages was, in a sense, quite similar to him who was born with hatred.
They are both filled with destructive negative emotions, and are both shaped into this form to achieve a certain purpose. They also have no love for this world since birth.
...They are all killing weapons deliberately created by humans.
Han Qianling looked at the Xuanwu messenger and felt a rare sense of curiosity in his heart. When he faced the messenger, it was as if he was someone else and was watching his past self again.
But if he were to ask himself honestly, Han Qianling felt that he was still much more dangerous than the guy opposite him who was already starting to glare at him.
Just two vague sentences and a few scrutinizing glances, and yet the emissary was so enraged that his eyes bulged, his hair stood on end, his rage raging, his back teeth clenched, as if ready to pounce and devour Han Qianling at any moment. With such impatience, what could he possibly accomplish?
When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured. My evil nature is very similar to his, so we will naturally influence each other. I don't think it's a big deal, but it seems that the other party is about to lose control. Han Qianling thought coldly.
If we compare them with poison, both of them are the final winners who have been refined among hundreds of thousands of poisons. The only difference is that Nuzi can only sweep across the Central Plains, while Han Qianling is the king of all poisons who came from Miaojiang.
The Xuanwu messenger had little impact on him, and he even had the energy to feel a little unprecedented curiosity. However, for Nu Zi, the fact that he felt Han Qianling was enough to drive him crazy.
Han Qianling's style of action was to use the right words at the right time. Nuzi's face, swollen purple with veins throbbing on his forehead, his bloodshot eyes, and even the faintest glimpse of his sharp white fangs, could not help but be worthy of a businesslike "I'm sorry."
But that moment of curiosity made Han Qianling feel a rare bit of empathy.
He walked forward amidst the defensive gazes of the Xuanwu envoys, tapped Nuzi's left lung with his finger, and said casually, "Hold on, don't go crazy, or you won't live past thirty."
——But judging from the effect, this seems to be worse than a bland expression of sympathy.
At that moment, a violent gust of wind blew up, and in the blink of an eye, all living things near the two of them were blown three meters away. In total, more than a hundred of the foot-wide bluestone water-ground bricks neatly laid out outside the Phoenix Palace were torn apart.
The dust raised by the floor tiles blurred the figures of the two people. After the dust settled, everyone saw Han Qianling standing there with his hands behind his back, not moving at all. The Xuanwu messenger took a step back, and a line of blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers as he covered his left chest, but his eyes were much clearer than before.
Outside the Phoenix Palace, there was a moment of silence. To many, the brief eye contact between Han Qianling and Nu Zi seemed like a fleeting moment. How could the Shenxue Palace Master and the Xuanwu Emissary be fighting in the blink of an eye? It looked like they were serious; blood had already been drawn!
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