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Chapter 711 - 468: Talents of Various Sects, That Person’s Carriage

Chapter 711: Chapter 468: Talents of Various Sects, That Person’s Carriage

"Mentor, is this the Holy City?"

Before the gates of the Holy City, a bustling crowd gathered, with countless people lingering here.

A young man gazed at the majestic and massive city gate exuding an aura of dignity, his face filled with disbelief.

Initially, when entering Tianji Building, the grandeur of Xuanwu City had already left him deeply impressed.

He hadn’t expected the Holy City to be even more majestic and magnificent than Xuanwu City.

He found it difficult to imagine what kind of person could reside in such a grand city.

Beside him, an elder in plain robes also revealed a surprised expression.

The Holy City, compared to his youthful travels here, seemed even more imposing.

However, upon hearing his disciple’s exclamation, he smiled, "Indeed, this is the Holy City, the most majestic and magnificent grand city in the world, and the center of Central State."

"The center of Central State..."

The young man looked at the grand city in front of him, then at the even more vast and towering Holy Mountain beside it, with its peak entirely hidden from view.

The stirring emotion within his heart surged even more.

He felt that coming with his mentor this time was truly worthwhile.

Just the sights along the journey had broadened his horizons significantly.

Now, seeing this majestic Holy City, he thought that if he could settle in such a grand city in this lifetime, it would not be in vain.

The elder in plain robes looked at the gleam in his beloved disciple’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile.

This disciple had extraordinary cultivation talent, and his future achievements would undoubtedly far surpass his mentor’s.

Therefore, he brought him along on these travels to expand his vision and increase his knowledge.

Otherwise, staying in that small mountain village would narrow his perspective, wasting his talent and making it difficult to achieve greater success.

Accompanied by his disciple, the elder in plain robes proceeded towards the Holy City.

Upon reaching the city gates, they were intercepted by a guard.

"You two cannot enter the Holy City so casually."

"The Holy City actually doesn’t allow entry?" The elder in plain robes was surprised, "Over a hundred years ago, when I came to travel, the Holy City had no entry restrictions, allowing free passage."

"Indeed, it was like that before, but now, with the Sacred Gathering imminent, the Saint Master has ordered that until the Sacred Gathering concludes, the Holy City only allows entry to sect forces with invitations and warriors above the Innate Realm."

The guard, facing the inquiry, seemed accustomed to it, calmly explaining.

"My mentor is at the Innate Perfection Realm!"

When the young man heard this, he proudly lifted his head.

The elder in plain robes paused, then smiled and said, "My unruly disciple doesn’t know any better, please forgive him, guard."

Yet, he understood why so many people lingered outside the gates.

Among those people, the strongest aura was merely Postnatal Perfection.

It turned out they were blocked outside the city, unable to enter the Holy City.

"You are at the Innate Perfection Realm?"

The guard, hearing the young man’s words, looked at the elder in plain robes.

"This old man has limited talent, after over a hundred years of cultivation, I have barely reached the Innate Perfection Realm."

The elder in plain robes smiled slightly, releasing a subtle aura, emanating an innate essence of the Perfection Realm around.

The surrounding Postnatal Realm Martial Artists felt this innate essence and the slight innate pressure, respectfully gazing at the elder.

Despite the changes in the world and spiritual energy recovery having been several years, the status of the Innate Realm has long ceased to be as exalted as before.

Yet it remains an object of reverence for these Postnatal Realm Martial Artists.

Even the guard, sensing this aura, became more solemn.

He carefully discerned it, then nodded, "Indeed, it is Innate Perfection. According to the regulations, Innate Perfection may accompany up to three disciples inside. You may enter."

Watching the elder and his disciple proceed into the Holy City, the Postnatal Realm Martial Artists outside the gates showed envious gazes.

Yet they dared not express any dissatisfaction because the guard at the city gates was at the Great Success of Innate Realm.

They were far beyond what they could provoke.

Feeling this, the young man held his head high with pride.

"Someone at the Innate Perfection Realm has entered, Brother Qi, can you recognize his identity?"

As the young man and elder entered the city, a group of seven or eight young individuals, sitting at the best window-side seats of a nearby tavern, watched the commotion at the city gates.

These seven or eight young people, each with remarkable aura and distinctive temperament, were clearly core disciples nurtured by major sects.

One in white attire smiled at another in black clothing and asked.

"Innate Perfection, and so advanced in age, judging by the appearance of this elder."

"If I’m not mistaken, he should be Mu Qianfeng, the [Green Radiance Sword], who was renowned across the northern states over seventy years ago."

Brother Zhirui, am I right?"

The black-clad youth referred to as "Brother Qi" analyzed confidently after some thought.

His last sentence, however, was directed at another quiet and reserved youth.

That person was certainly Lin Zhirui.

Upon hearing the inquiry from the black-clad youth, Lin Zhirui glanced at the mentor and disciple.

Then he smiled and said, "Brother Qi indeed has keen insight, that person is certainly the [Green Radiance Sword] who once made a name for himself in the northern territories."

"Unexpectedly, after disappearing for years, he appears in the Holy City for this occasion."

The intelligence from Tianji Building is unrivaled.

Since Lin Zhirui spoke this way, it must be accurate.

Everyone looked at the black-clad youth with a touch of admiration in their gazes.