Chương 312: Chapter 311: The Protector of the Newly Appointed Holy Son

In the vast expanse of the Great Yan Continent, the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land stood as a realm of boundless wonder. Towering peaks stretched endlessly, piercing the clouds, adorned with countless exotic spiritual flowers and fruits. Majestic waterfalls, thousands of feet high, cascaded like jade dragons, their shimmering mists blending with the pristine blue sky above, clear as crystal, untouched by even a speck of dust.

The interconnected mountain ranges seemed to pulse with an ancient charm, as if they formed a grand primordial formation, exuding an aura of desolate antiquity. Deep within these endless peaks, shrouded in ethereal mist, a colossal Cloud Summit Divine Palace loomed—half-real, half-illusory, floating like a mirage. It inspired awe and longing in all who beheld it. Li Feihuang, clad in the robes of a direct disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, gazed up at the divine palace.

Though she had been in the Holy Land for three months and had seen this sight hundreds of times, she couldn't help but marvel from the depths of her heart. It felt as though she had stepped into a celestial realm. Reflecting on her experiences over the past three months, Li Feihuang, with her graceful figure and flowing red hair, felt a surge of complex emotions. Her talent was far from ordinary.

Even in the Holy Land, she qualified as a direct disciple, ranking comfortably in the upper echelons—not some obscure nobody. Yet, the ceiling of talent in the Holy Land was staggering, almost unbelievable. Take Senior Brother Hua Yunfei, for instance. Not only did he possess a Heavenly Spirit Root, but he also bore the Divine King Body—one of the most formidable constitutions in the cultivation world. Legends spoke of a Divine King Body ascending to immortality in ancient times.

It was a constitution with the potential to reach the heavens. Then there was Senior Sister Dantai Xuan, no less extraordinary. Blessed with an exceptional spirit root, she had also inherited the legacy of an ancient immortal, propelling her to soar to unimaginable heights. The Holy Land boasted three Holy Sons and three Holy Maidens, and aside from Hua Yunfei and Dantai Xuan, the other four were equally exceptional—peerless prodigies capable of slaying foes across cultivation realms.

A Heavenly Spirit Root was merely their baseline; nearly all possessed top-tier constitutions or bloodlines. But the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's strength didn't end with its Holy Sons and Maidens. Each generation, only three men and three women among the direct disciples rose to those coveted titles, earned through fierce competition. Yet, even those who fell short were far from ordinary.

Several of these near-misses also bore Heavenly Spirit Roots, and some possessed constitutions even more powerful than Li Feihuang's own Moon Phoenix Body. Since arriving at the Holy Land, Li Feihuang had been thoroughly humbled. The pride she once carried had been tempered, replaced by a grounded resolve. Before coming here, she often dwelled on the humiliating moment when Ye Chen rejected her offer to serve as his attendant, barely sparing her a glance.

But after three months in the Holy Land, she had let go of that resentment. Ye Chen's talent, though impressive, paled in comparison to the gathered geniuses of the Holy Land. Now, as a disciple of a mighty Deity Transformation expert, Li Feihuang saw her path clearly. Surpassing Ye Chen was only a matter of time. Her true rivals were the Holy Land's supreme prodigies. Ye Chen was a relic of her past. If they ever crossed paths again, he would surely regret his dismissal.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Li Feihuang arrived at a radiant immortal peak, bathed in blazing sunlight and blooming with springtime flowers. Before a golden palace at the summit, where daylight seemed to converge, she bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple greets Master!" Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Li Feihuang had encountered a snag in her cultivation, and today was the monthly guidance session with her master.

"Come in!" A mature, slightly husky voice, laced with an alluring edge, echoed through the hall. The grand doors swung open on their own. Li Feihuang looked up and saw, seated on a jade cushion in the center of the hall, her master: Lin Qingtan. Even now, Li Feihuang couldn't help but be struck by her master's stunning presence. She considered her own figure impressive, yet compared to Lin Qingtan, she fell short.

Her master's form was the epitome of graceful curves, her slender waist like a delicate willow branch bearing abundant fruit—a perfect embodiment of elegance. But what drew the eye most were Lin Qingtan's legs, revealed beneath her palace gown. They were perfectly proportioned, like twin jade shoots, flawless in every way. The only pity was that her master's face was perpetually shrouded in mist, obscuring her features. Still, Li Feihuang was certain that Lin Qingtan's beauty was unrivaled in the mortal world.

Yet, there was one discordant note: her master's aura was chillingly cold. Despite the immortal peak basking in radiant sunlight, the palace gleaming like gold, Lin Qingtan exuded an icy presence that turned the grand hall into a frozen cavern. When they first met, Li Feihuang's blood had nearly frozen in her veins.

"What troubles you in your cultivation?" Lin Qingtan asked calmly, her gaze averted. Li Feihuang bowed and sat, ready to speak, when a resonant bell tolled across the Holy Land, its sound reverberating in every heart. Lin Qingtan's misty eyes snapped open, as if receiving some unseen message. After a brief pause, she rose to her feet. Her long, perfectly proportioned legs, framed by her flowing gown, were a breathtaking sight as she stood.

"I must leave. Come back next month," she said. Puzzled, Li Feihuang asked, "Master, what's happened?" Lin Qingtan's voice was even.

"A new Holy Son has emerged. The Holy Land is sending people to escort him back." Li Feihuang blinked in surprise.

"But aren't the Holy Son positions already filled?" There were only three slots per generation. Lin Qingtan shook her head.

"The Supreme Elders of the Holy Land hold special quotas. If they encounter a peerless prodigy, they may grant a token, instantly elevating the recipient to Holy Son." Li Feihuang's shock deepened. The Supreme Elders were titans of the cultivation world, existences at the Great Ascension stage. To earn their recognition, this new Holy Son's talent must be extraordinary. But why would her master personally undertake such a task? Sensing her disciple's confusion, Lin Qingtan didn't hold back.

"I wish to become his Protector." Li Feihuang's jaw dropped. She had never understood why powerful cultivators would choose to serve as Protectors for those weaker than themselves. True, the Holy Land offered incentives, and Holy Sons were undeniably prodigies, but for a powerhouse like her master, wasn't personal cultivation the priority? Constantly protecting someone—wouldn't that hinder one's own progress?

Perhaps because Li Feihuang was the descendant of an old acquaintance, Lin Qingtan showed her some indulgence. With a flick of her mind, she lifted Li Feihuang and soared toward the Cloud Summit Divine Palace.

"Come. I'll show you the brilliance of a true prodigy." The Holy Land's sky ship was preparing to depart. Escorting a Holy Son was a major event, requiring a vessel that could tear through the void at incredible speed. The Holy Land had also alerted nearby powerhouses to the location of the Holy Son's token, ensuring immediate aid if the token had been activated in distress. Under Lin Qingtan's lead, they boarded the sky ship. Li Feihuang's eyes widened.

Several Holy Land experts were already aboard, men and women alike, some with auras even more terrifying than her master's. As a mere late-stage Golden Core cultivator, she felt an instinctive dread in their presence. Envy stirred within her. Was this the prestige of a Holy Son? A single signal from his token summoned such a host of mighty figures. But her expression soon shifted to disbelief. Were these experts also vying to become the new Holy Son's Protector?

Did the powerhouses of the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land care that much for the younger generation? The idea that these titans would compete to serve as a Protector for a newly appointed Holy Son was absurd. In that moment, Li Feihuang began to question everything she thought she knew.