Protect Our Clan Leader

Wang Zongsheng hurriedly retracted his neck, forcing a few awkward laughs towards his fellow apprentices around him: “Heh Heh~ I mistook him for someone else, mistook him for someone else.”

However, internally, he was groaning ceaselessly.

Fourth Uncle, oh Fourth Uncle, can you not pit me like this? I have just joined the Mysterious Ice Palace lineage, and here you are coming to challenge it. How am I supposed to continue to get by?

Fortunately, everyone’s attention was not on Wang Zongsheng at this time, allowing him to slip through unnoticed.

In the sky, Master Changchun was stroking his beard, and the more he looked at Wang Shouzhe, the more he liked him: “Sister Binglan, what do you think of this new disciple of mine?”

Pride was evident in his tone, one he could not hide.

The gaze of Master Binglan was as cold as ice: “He’s not bad looking, and he has reached the Spirit Platform Realm at such a young age. That’s far more than you achieved at his age, it just remains to be seen how capable he really is. However, for him to have pleased you so much, it seems this boy does possess some skill. Hmph~ I will wait and see.”

“Ha ha~ Sister Binglan, you’ll see after watching.” Master Changchun said with a hint of complacency, “I believe he will surely surprise you today.”

He knew that his sister Binglan had always had an eye for appearances. The core disciples and direct disciples she accepted were all pretty good-looking.

Master Binglan, sipping her Spiritual Tea, didn’t bother to entertain him anymore.

She turned to Fang Youan and said, “Youan, you arrange it.”

“Yes, Master.”

Fang Youan responded respectfully, and then scanned the disciples of the Mysterious Ice Palace. He asked in a gentle voice, “Who is in charge of recruiting new disciples this time? Have you found any outstanding talents?”

Zhou Kangde stepped forward immediately, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, “Reporting to Brother Youan, I was the one recruiting new disciples this time. I have recruited fourteen new disciples, all of them have a level one bloodline awakening and their talents are middle-grade. Among them, there is one who has a middle-grade, grade A Mysterious Ice bloodline. Brother Yun Hao, won’t you come out and meet Brother Youan?”

A young man in his twenties, dressed in brocade Xuanwu attire with dark patterns, looking brave and handsome, stepped out with a composed demeanor. He bowed and said, “My name is Jiang Yunhao, I pay my respects to the two Masters and my senior brothers.”

This young man had an extraordinary demeanor.

Despite facing such a grand occasion, he showed no fear. Most likely, he came from a prestigious background.

A middle-grade, grade A talent is quite rare, let alone the Mysterious Ice bloodline.

Even in the Mysterious Ice Palace, disciples of this level are quite rare. Even the famous Old Ancestor Longyan had only a middle-grade Class C Primordial Water bloodline when she first joined the Mysterious Ice Palace.

It was only before she advanced to the Spirit Platform Realm that she went through a bloodline metamorphosis brought about by the Primary Bloodline Improvement Fluid to attain a middle-grade, grade A Mysterious Ice bloodline.

Ji Mingyu, who’s well-known today, and the pillar of the younger generation in the Mysterious Ice Palace, also has a middle-grade, grade A Mysterious Ice bloodline.

Because of this, the senior members of the Mysterious Ice Palace regarded Jiang Yunhao with a little more seriousness.

If this lad stays on the right trajectory, diligently works hard on his cultivation, he should be on a par with Ji Mingyu in the future. With proper nurturing, the Heavenly Human Realm will be well within his reach.

Such a person might appear once in forty to fifty years.

The gaze of Master Binglan instantly softened and became slightly gratified.

The Mysterious Ice Palace had good luck this time.

The only problem lay in the fact that this young man was about twenty years old, and his cultivation base had barely reached the middle segment of Level Nine in the Qi Refinement Realm.

On the other hand, that boy called Wang Shouzhe, who was noticeably several years older and had already reached the early stage of Spirit Platform Realm, was likely far beyond Jiang Yunhao’s reach.

At once, a faint movement occurred on Master Binglan’s lips, shielded by her veil.

Her direct disciple Fang Youan immediately got the message and smiled gracefully: “Brother Yun Hao is impressive indeed, let’s have tea together in a couple of days.”

Then Fang Youan added: “Today, the Changchun Valley comes to our Mysterious Ice Palace to witness our strength. As the hosts, we should naturally offer good hospitality. Is there any outstanding disciple who is willing to step forward and greet the little brother from Changchun Valley?”

His underlying meaning was clear – Brother Yun Hao might not be on par with the other party, best not go up and embarrass himself.

However, before any better disciples could respond, a change came over the face of handsome Jiang Yunhao.

He took a step forward and said, “Brother Youan, I am willing to fight.”

This was a good opportunity to make himself known in front of the two Masters and his senior brothers. He didn’t want to miss it.

“This…”

Fang Youan’s brows slightly furrowed.

Jiang Yunhao said again, “Rest assured, Brother Youan. Since childhood, I have been diligent and trained hard, I have my own serendipitous encounters. I have challenged those in the Spirit Platform Realm and remained undefeated. Even if I can’t beat that older brother from Changchun Valley, I won’t embarrass them.”

Seeing his full confidence, Fang Youan thought for a moment before nodding: “If that’s the case, Brother Yun Hao, go ahead and experience the capabilities of the brother from Changchun Valley. Do not fear losing – after all, the age difference is there.”

“Yes, Brother.”

Jiang Yunhao’s spirit lifted, and he was the first to jump onto the stage. Standing neither too humble nor too arrogant, he bowed to Wang Shouzhe and said, “I am Jiang Yunhao, I seek your guidance, Brother.”

Wang Shouzhe was speechless.

Originally, he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He and Master Changchun had already discussed only having one fight.

How can he find the spirit to fight with a young Sky Pride who is six or seven years younger than him?

Just as he was about to decline, suddenly, a strong spiritual sense enveloped him.

He only heard Master Changchun’s voice ring in his ear, “Kid, have one more fight, it will make your master happier for a while longer.”