An Lihong exchanged a few pleasantries with several other Holy See deacons, then led everyone up the wide stone steps.
Although many of these divine guardians were already thirty-four years old, most were young people in their late teens and early twenties, at the age of being lively. It was inevitable that they were excited when they came to the Holy See for the first time. They talked a lot along the way, and the noise was as loud as a vegetable market.
An Lihong and several other deacons turned their heads and took a look, but this time they didn't say much. However, Mu Hanyan could clearly see disgust and disdain in their eyes, and even a bit of hostility.
It seems that these people from the Holy Court do not welcome our arrival. Mu Hanyan frowned and thought secretly.
Although the stone stairs were a thousand feet long, most of the people who came here had cultivation levels above that of a swordsman. They were not true masters, but they were not weak either. It was not difficult for them to climb the thousand-foot stone stairs. Soon, the group reached the end of the stone stairs.
About a few hundred young men in Holy Court sword robes were waiting for them there. When they saw them coming, many of them smiled playfully.
"There are no rules at all. I don't know how the countries on the mainland teach their descendants." A young man said with disgust.
This man had an antique long sword hanging at his waist, and the edges of his sword robe were embroidered with gold threads, faintly exuding the unique aura of a magic weapon. It was very different from the sword robes worn by the disciples of the Holy Court, and was more than one level higher than the sword robes worn by deacons such as An Lihong.
Obviously, this person's status is higher than others, even higher than An Lihong and others.
"Others are descendants of the Guardians of the Gods, and their bloodlines have already awakened. They're treated like little ancestors in all the countries of the continent, so why should they learn any rules?" a young man who looked like an attendant sarcastically chided him. Although he looked like an attendant, his sword robe was embroidered with silver thread, indicating a higher status than the other disciples of the Holy Court.
"Even if they are descendants of the Guardians of God, so what? With their level of cultivation, they are not even as good as our Holy Court elites. I don't know what the Holy Lord is thinking. He actually wants them to go to Beiyuan Mist Plain for training and wants them to inherit the legacy left by those peerless masters back then." An Lihong also echoed, but unlike the two young men, there was a clear sour taste in his words.
"There's nothing we can do. It's because they are lucky. They are protected by God, protected by God." Another deacon sneered and said sarcastically, his eyes full of contempt.
They spoke without restraint, not to mention lowering their voices, they almost shouted at the top of their lungs.
Hearing their sarcastic and contemptuous words, everyone who had just stepped onto the stone stairs showed anger.
Although some of the descendants of the gods' guardians sent to the Holy Court by various countries awakened too late due to their advanced age and missed the optimal age for cultivation, and some had not awakened long ago and had not yet had time to make rapid progress in strength, there were still some powerful ones. Immediately, a hot-tempered great swordsman from Western Qin pointed at the young man who spoke first and shouted angrily, "What do you mean by this? We came to the Holy Court this time for the safety of the continent, not to be ridiculed and mocked by you. If you are dissatisfied, do you dare to fight me fairly?"
"How dare you be so rude to the Saint!" An Lihong roared sternly.
Saint, so this person is a saint! The expressions of the descendants of the guardians of God from various countries changed.
"Do you have the qualifications to fight me fairly?" The young man took a step forward, and suddenly released a mighty aura from his body.
Although he still had a faint smile on his face, under the tremendous pressure, the young swordsman from Western Qin State's face changed drastically and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
He looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and to have reached the realm of a Great Sword Saint, he was a true prodigy. However, the gap between a Sword Saint and a Great Sword Master was as vast as a chasm, not to mention that the other party wasn't just an ordinary Sword Saint, but a Saint.
"Tell me, do you have that qualification?" The saint took another step forward, stared at the Xiqin master, and asked with a sinister smile on his lips.
Obviously, this is a ruthless person! Mu Hanyan frowned secretly.
"No... no..." Under his ever-increasing pressure, the Western Qin master finally chose to surrender.
"Next time you want to challenge someone, remember to ask about their identity first, otherwise you will die without knowing why." The Saint smiled slightly and withdrew his pressure.
The Xi Qin expert felt his feet go weak and he fell to the ground. He looked at the other party again with a look of even greater horror.
"I forgot to introduce myself to you all. My name is Wei Xiaotian, one of the Twelve Saints of the Holy Court. If you want to enter the Holy Court, you must first verify your identity with me. This is also the rule of the Holy Court." said the saint.
Although it was impossible for countries to cheat on such a major matter, and there was no need to do so, no one dared to say anything when they heard that it was the rule of the Holy See.
As he spoke, Wei Xiaotian took out a palm-sized piece of jade that was carved with runes. It was obviously also an alchemical artifact.
"You come first." Wei Xiaotian pointed at the Xiqin master on the ground and said arrogantly.
Having just surrendered to him, the Xi Qin expert naturally couldn't stand up anymore and walked over obediently.
Wei Xiaotian picked up the jade and swept it outside his body, and a mysterious light emanated from the jade.
"Let's go in." Wei Xiaotian pointed to the winding mountain road behind him and said.
The Xi Qin expert was obviously a little afraid of him and hurried over.
Afterwards, Wei Xiaotian used the jade to verify the identities of each person one by one, and soon it was Mu Hanyan's turn.
The jade passed over Mu Hanyan's body, and she immediately felt that something in her body seemed to be activated, with strange fluctuations appearing, and the jade also emitted a phantom light.
"It's you, who are you?!" Wei Xiaotian's expression suddenly changed, and he gripped the hilt of the sword with murderous intent.
Everyone was shocked when they saw his murderous look.
Mu Hanyan was also slightly stunned, wondering why he suddenly showed murderous intentions towards her.
But soon, Mu Hanyan discovered a clue. The light on the jade seemed different from before.
The light emitted from the jade before was mysterious and pure, like a dream, but now, there was a faint green color in it, like silk or cotton. It would be fine if you didn't look closely, but if you looked closely, it was still easy to find.
Why am I different from others? Is it because my blood is different?
Mu Hanyan had long realized that although she was also a descendant of the Guardian of God, she was very different from Hua Yue and others.
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