Hearing Qin Zhongtian's words, Qin Hao smiled carelessly, "I thought it was some great difficulty. Is that it? Simple. I won't steal his position as the Holy Son. Just establish two Holy Sons, wouldn't that work?"
"As for opposition, no problem. Whoever among the younger generation opposes it, let them come and fight me. If they beat me, they can have this second Holy Son position."
Qin Hao's words made Qin Zhongtian freeze for a moment. This method... wasn't entirely impossible.
Seeing Qin Zhongtian standing there in a daze, Qin Hao patted his shoulder and laughed, "Big nephew, people need to learn to be flexible. I'll wait for your good news."
Qin Zhongtian glanced at his shoulder that had just been patted by Qin Hao, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. "This little brat, does he really think of himself as a senior? Lecturing me now, are we? A fraction of my lifespan is longer than he's been alive."
The next day, at the Xuantian Holy Land's martial arts arena.
Amidst the curling incense smoke, a profound aura that seemed to span across eternity permeated the air. The martial arts arena was packed with a sea of people. From the elders of various peaks and lineages to the outstanding talents of the younger generation, everyone was present.
For the Holy Son investiture ceremony, Qin Zhongtian and the Sect Master stood side by side. Before the ceremony, Qin Zhongtian had already informed the Sect Master about the establishment of two Holy Sons. Upon learning that the Imperial Son of the Qin family was coming to their Holy Land to be a Holy Son, the Sect Master had gladly agreed.
Sect Master Yun Ya took a step forward and gently raised his hand, signaling the entire venue to quiet down.
"Everyone, today is the day my Xuantian Holy Land confers the title of Holy Son."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's gaze unanimously fell upon the man standing behind Yun Ya. Chen Ping was the most outstanding disciple among the younger generation of the Holy Land. Just yesterday, he had been taken in as Yun Ya's personal disciple.
Everyone in the Xuantian Holy Land was certain that today's Holy Son would undoubtedly be Chen Ping.
Chen Ping himself stood there with a calm expression, showing neither joy nor anger. His gaze rested peacefully on Yun Ya, waiting for the expected result.
However, Yun Ya's next words left everyone stunned.
"I propose that we establish two Holy Sons."
Boom—
As soon as this was said, the great hall instantly exploded into an uproar.
"Two Holy Sons? Why? What is a Holy Son? He is the absolute best male disciple among the entire younger generation of the Xuantian Holy Land. Why establish two? If there are two, can they still be called Holy Sons?"
"Exactly! Our Xuantian has been passed down for eons, and there has never been any talk of twin Holy Sons. This goes against our ancestral rules."
Various murmurs of discussion rose and fell, filled with confusion, dissatisfaction, and doubt.
Yun Ya raised his hand, signaling the crowd to quiet down. "I have thought deeply about this matter. You all need not say more."
"Next, I will announce the candidates for the Holy Sons. The first one, without any surprise, is Chen Ping, who has the highest support in our Holy Land. Everyone has witnessed his strength and hard work. I believe none of you will have any objections to him taking the position of Holy Son."
This was undeniably true. Chen Ping becoming the Holy Son was something everyone expected. But who was the second one?
In a corner, Wang Ling, who had lost a duel to Chen Ping in the arena a week ago, was filled with secret delight:
"I just lost the duel to Chen Ping a week ago and missed out on the Holy Son position. Could it be that the Sect Master saw my hard work and decided to make an exception, letting me be this second Holy Son?"
Just as everyone was burning with curiosity, Yun Ya turned slightly, casting his gaze toward the corner of the great hall.
Everyone's eyes followed Yun Ya's line of sight. Seeing Yun Ya looking in his direction, Wang Ling couldn't stop his body from trembling. The Sect Master is looking at me! Does this mean my efforts weren't in vain? Has the Sect Master really noticed me after all?
"Come up."
Following Yun Ya's words, Wang Ling could no longer suppress his excitement and was about to step forward. Right at that moment, a lazy voice came from behind him:
"Did he call you? Why are you joining in the fun?"
Wang Ling turned around, only to see a man standing behind him, dressed in black robes and wearing a fanged mask over his face.
"Who are you? Hiding your head and showing your tail, why don't you show your true face?" Wang Ling snorted coldly. This guy was so arrogant! If the Sect Master wasn't calling me, could he possibly be calling you?
Qin Hao didn't reply. It was mainly because he was quite famous in this Xuantian Holy Land. When he previously brought Qing Yue to the Xuantian Holy Land, he had caused quite a commotion. Since he needed to hide his identity, he naturally couldn't show his true face. Otherwise, wouldn't Luo Qingxue immediately realize his identity as the Imperial Son of the Qin family?
Qin Hao pulled Wang Ling aside, and then, under the astonished gazes of everyone present, slowly walked forward. The fanged mask covered most of Qin Hao's face, revealing only a pair of profound eyes and a sharply defined jawline.
He walked unhurriedly, his steps as lazy as if he were strolling in his own backyard, without the slightest hint of nervousness.
"Who is this person? Why is he wearing a mask?"
"What arrogance! To be so disrespectful at the Holy Son investiture ceremony."
"Sect Master, is this the second Holy Son you spoke of?"
When Qin Hao walked up next to Yun Ya, a group of elders couldn't help but ask.
Yun Ya nodded. "That's right. This is the second Holy Son of our Xuantian Holy Land."
Upon hearing this, someone below lost their composure: "Since he is a Holy Son, why doesn't he show his true face?"
Yun Ya raised his hand to suppress the crowd's discussions, his voice steady:
"The identity of this second Holy Son is temporarily inconvenient to disclose, so I was the one who asked him to wear the mask."
"Inconvenient to disclose?" A white-haired old man stepped forward, his face ashen. This person was the Supreme Elder of the Xuantian Holy Land, and also Sect Master Yun Ya's master.
"Yun Ya! The Holy Son is the face of the Holy Land, a candidate for the future Sect Master. How can he hide like a coward? If word of this gets out, how will outsiders view our Xuantian Holy Land? How can someone who doesn't even dare to show his face represent the prestige of our Xuantian Holy Land?"
As soon as he said this, seven or eight elders immediately agreed:
"Exactly, the position of the Holy Son is highly revered. We must know his background thoroughly before we are willing to elect him as the Holy Son. Now, we don't even know who he is. How can we feel at ease handing the Holy Son position over to him?"
Qin Hao listened quietly to those voices of doubt without saying a single word.
Chen Ping stood beside Qin Hao, studying him with eyes full of curiosity. From the aura emanating from Qin Hao, he could tell that this person was not someone he knew. Moreover, his bone age was very young, only about twenty years old.
As for his cultivation level, it couldn't be seen; he must have used some kind of Dharma treasure to block perception.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ping spoke up: "Master, your disciple would also like to know... exactly which fellow Daoist this is."
Yun Ya glanced at Chen Ping and then sent him a voice transmission: "Do not ask what you shouldn't ask. For him to come and be the Holy Son of our Xuantian Holy Land, it is our Holy Land that is reaching above its station."
Hearing this, a stormy sea of shock surged in Chen Ping's heart. What!!! His master, an Almighty Immortal King and the Lord of the Holy Land, actually said that for this person—whose bone age appeared to be no more than twenty—to be a Holy Son here was the Xuantian Holy Land reaching above its station? Just who exactly was this guy? To actually make his Immortal King master say such a thing?
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