Perfect World: Reincarnation

Chapter 7: Xuanmen Saint, Xiyao

Soon, the two returned to the dense crowd again.

The arrival of the two became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Hahahaha... How come this little bald guy has turned into a pig head after being gone for a while?"

At this time, Meng Chen, with his bruised face, became the laughing stock of all the young people.

Meng Chen, who was already furious, could not bear it any longer after hearing this.

"Laugh, I'll make you laugh!"

He immediately clenched his fists, mysterious runes flashed as precious light flowed, and he rushed out, heading straight for the young creatures who were laughing the most happily.

In just a moment, several creatures flew backwards and their front teeth shattered.

“How dare you do this, youngster!” Seeing that the genius of the clan was injured by one of his moves, a group of powerful creatures stepped forward and questioned him forcefully.

"You have no strength, yet you dare to laugh at others. You should pay a price. If you are dissatisfied and want to start a religious war, just come after me. My Western Church is not a soft persimmon that can be trampled on by anyone."

Meng Chen was calm and had no fear in his heart. He believed that the majesty of the Western Religion would definitely make these creatures retreat.

After all, I was only teaching them a lesson, and didn't cause any casualties or get to an irreversible point.

"Humph! You have guts, boy!"

As expected, those creatures were afraid of Western religions, so the matter was left unresolved.

"What a complicated boy. You really can't underestimate him."

The scene of being deceived before, and now using the majesty of the Western religion to commit crimes, all these things are enough to show that although Meng Chen is small, his mind is not small, which makes Zhangliu look at him with new eyes.

"It seems that I have to be very alert when I get along with him in the future."

"Rumble..."

Just as the peace was restored here, it was soon broken by a loud noise.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the source of the sound.

There are two straight peaks, reaching deep into the clouds.

With a rumbling sound, an extremely huge jade portal gradually came into everyone's sight.

The Jade Gate slowly opened, emitting infinite golden light that seemed to illuminate the heaven and earth.

On the lintel of the Jade Gate, the two large characters "Xuanmen" stand out with extraordinary momentum.

"Is this the Xuanmen? What a bold idea!"

Many creatures were amazed.

"My fellow Taoists! Please bring your disciples into my Xuanmen." An extremely deep male voice came, like a divine voice, inspiring people.

Inside the golden and brilliant jade gate, no one can be seen, only the voice can be heard.

At one time, many powerful creatures rushed in with their own disciples...

"Let's go!"

Six feet tall, Mengchen leaped into the depths of Yumen.

After crossing the Yumen Gate, they came to a huge square.

"Please also invite fellow Taoists from the Western Sect, the Immortal Mountain, the Samsara Sect, etc. to take your seats."

As many creatures in the square watched, the voice rang out again.

Meng Chen looked and saw that the man was a middle-aged man with a thin figure and sharp brows. He was sitting in the first seat in the square.

The sects that received the summons began to come forward one by one and sat on the seats on both sides of the middle-aged man. Meng Chen was among them, six feet tall.

There is no doubt that these religions that have been summoned to the throne are among the most powerful forces in the Xuanyu.

Meng Chen sat among the seats, looking at the creatures below in the square with envy, and was deeply touched. It seemed that no matter where you go, strength always determines your status.

In this way, the forces in the square became just a foil.

The middle-aged man at the first table exchanged a few words with Zhangliu and others at the table.

During the greetings, Meng Chen learned that the middle-aged man was the head of Xuan Sect, Feng Shen Zi, who had reached the Venerable Realm for many years. Meng Chen could not interrupt their conversation, and he did not take it seriously at all. While looking around, he locked his eyes on the young men.

Their strength may be quite strong and they will be the strongest competitors this time.

These young men, like him, were between the seats.

I learned their names from the introductions and conversations between Zhangliu and the others just now.

The young and handsome boy with a ponytail is named Qin Hao, and he is a disciple of Bulao Mountain.

There is also a young man with a flame symbol on his forehead, wearing brown clothes and carrying a mysterious wheel behind him. He looks like a god descending. His name is Wudao and he is a disciple of the Shenyan Sect.

……

There were also several other young men who were imposing and dignified, with their heads held high and their pride evident.

They looked at each other and ignored the other young people.

While watching from the seats, Meng Chen discovered that all the disciples from other sects had arrived, but the disciples from Xuanmen were the only ones missing.

There was only an empty seat next to Feng Shen Zi, the head of Xuanmen, but no one sat there.

As soon as Meng Chen made this discovery, a crystal white light descended from the sky and landed directly in front of Fengshen Zi under the attention of everyone.

The white light faded away, and a figure appeared, it was a beautiful girl.

Meng Chen and other young people looked at it with various expressions.

She was dressed in a white dress that fluttered like holy white snow, with exquisite white jade hair accessories wrapped around her hairline, making her straight long hair fall neatly behind her.

Her eyebrows were as dark as distant black, her skin was as white as cream, she was extremely beautiful, and two strings of white jade bells hung on her bare feet.

She had a pale complexion and a pair of alluring eyes, like a black whirlpool that made people intoxicated and unable to help but want to get closer to her.

"Disciple Xiyao, greetings to Master!"

She turned lightly and bowed to the God of Wind. Her wide snow-white sleeves seemed to dance with youth, and the sound of bells echoed clearly between heaven and earth as she turned.

"Good!" The girl's arrival made Fengshenzi smile.

"My fellow Taoists, this is my personal disciple, named Xiyao, and she is also the Saint of Xuanmen. This time, she will represent Xuanmen in this Xuanmen Genius Competition."

Hearing this, everyone around complimented him: "Fellow Daoist Feng has really accepted a good disciple! He is very talented."

"Xiyao, what a good name! The name is beautiful, and the person is even more beautiful." Meng Chen watched closely, savoring it carefully in his heart.

If I could find such a companion in this life, what else would I ask for!
Meng Chen is becoming more and more obsessed and unable to extricate himself. He is so charming now, so in the future, won’t one look at him drive people crazy?

"I hope that I can have the honor to meet him in this genius competition, so that this trip will be worthwhile."

"Come on, Xiyao, take a seat!"

The God of Wind gestured and Xiyao sat down beside him.

Then the voice of Fengshenzi spread everywhere:

"My fellow Taoists, in another quarter of an hour, the Xuantian Secret Realm will be officially opened."

Upon hearing the sound, there was an uproar and many creatures in the square were extremely excited.

"The Xuanyu Genius Battle is finally about to begin."

"In this battle, I will definitely be awarded the title of the first young supreme in my Xuanyu."

"Focus on the journey, and one day you will reach the top."

……

Meng Chen watched and heard it, and at a certain moment, he shouted loudly:

"The title of Xuanyu's first young supreme being belongs to me. You have no chance."

Wu Dao from the Divine Flame Sect glanced at him with disdain, "Humph, this is the biggest joke I've heard on this trip. Let's see how I can suppress you then."

Meng Chen looked at him intently. This person gave him a strong feeling that he would be a powerful opponent.

For a moment, their eyes met, and sparks of fighting spirit flew out.

(End of this chapter)