Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 8: Heading to the Holy City, A Galaxy of Stars

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Wang Yuanyuan smiled and grabbed Feng Yao's arm.

Casual clothing

She called out loudly to Ren Wokuang, who was leaning against the table drinking, "Uncle Ren, let's go to the market first!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Wokuang raised the wine jar, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful of wine, which dripped down his bushy chin. "Go on, go on, digest your food and chat about love!"

"Hehe." Wang Yuanyuan stuck out her tongue, grabbed Feng Yao, and strode out of the tavern.

The two walked side by side through the bustling street, sunlight streaming through the magic crystal chandelier and casting long shadows on them.

Feng Yao let her pull him along, watching the girl's hair sway gently with her steps, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

The shouts of street vendors and the buzzing of magical artifacts rose and fell, but none of them could compare to the vivid presence of the people around me.

The two walked around, stopping occasionally to look at the roadside stalls and touching the weapons, but none of them were to their liking.

As you turn the corner, a sweet fragrance wafts towards you.

Wang Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and she dragged Feng Yao into the small shop with the wooden sign that read "Honey Words Workshop".

Behind the counter, the pastry chef was using a carving mold to press the magic bee syrup into battle patterns, while the freshly baked magic cookies sizzled on the baking tray.

"Two pieces of Flaming Fruit flavor, please!"

The girl tiptoed and leaned on the counter, her ponytail brushing against Feng Yao's hand.

Feng Yao looked at the sugar frosting on the tip of her nose, raised his hand to wipe it off but stopped, and finally just handed her a handkerchief.

Wang Yuanyuan took the handkerchief and wiped her face, then suddenly held up a cookie and brought it to his mouth:

"Try it! The cookies here have added magic herb powder that can restore spiritual power."

Feng Yao hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweet taste mixed with the slightly numbing spiritual energy sensation bloomed on his tongue, reminding him of the candy he occasionally received in the orphanage before he transmigrated.

"Not bad, right?" Wang Yuanyuan looked at Feng Yao with sparkling eyes and asked excitedly.

"Mm." Feng Yao nodded.

After paying, Wang Yuanyuan continued to pull Feng Yao to the next location, and he complied.

Time flies, and the sun sets in the west.

As the two walked out of the market, Wang Yuanyuan, chewing on a cookie, suddenly pointed to the clouds on the horizon that had been dyed golden red.

"Feng Yao, look! Doesn't it look like the light on your fist when you used the Flash Spirit Technique last time?"

Feng Yao followed her finger and looked up. His crimson eyes reflected the brilliant sky. For the first time, he felt that the twilight on the Holy Demon Continent could be so gentle.

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest. We have a competition tomorrow," Feng Yao reminded him.

"Okay, let's go back."

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The next day, Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan set off for the Holy City together.

This is also the headquarters of the Temple Alliance. This city was built after the Dark Ages began.

The Temple Alliance does not have a nation; this is the highest administrative body, jointly governed by the six major temples.

Each temple has a ninth-tier expert stationed there to discuss all actions against the demon race and the internal management of the temple alliance.

Unlike ordinary cities, the Holy City is not divided into four sides; it is a hexagonal city, symbolizing the six great temples.

This is the most prosperous city in the entire Temple Alliance, but it does not have branch temples of the six major temples; it only has the Alliance Executive Government.

The place Feng Yao and his companion were heading to was naturally the registration area at the Warrior Temple. Although they had connections, they still had to go through the proper procedures.

Soon, the two arrived at the registration area of ​​the Warrior's Temple and immediately saw Ren Wokuang waiting there. Feng Yao didn't speak, but Wang Yuanyuan asked, "Uncle Ren, what brings you here to wait for us?"

"Old Qiu called me here to take charge of this competition," Ren Wokuang said irritably.

He was the one in charge of the Demon Hunter Tournament at the Warrior Temple, so he was just waiting for the two of them.

"Let's go register first."

Ren Wokuang then led the way, taking the two of them inside, while the guards simply watched respectfully.

Registration is simple; just hand over your token and receive a new race number.

After the report ended, Ren Wo Kuang began to analyze the opponents they would be facing: "You have quite a few opponents this time. There are at least five who have reached the fifth rank, and that's just the ones on the surface."

"It's really strange. There weren't this many in previous years, but this year they all came out in droves."

At this point, Ren Wokuang's expression also turned rather unpleasant.

"Only fifth rank, nothing to fear," Feng Yao said calmly.

Wang Yuanyuan was relatively calm. After facing Feng Yao, this freak, for so many years, if her mentality wasn't good, her Dao heart would have been shattered long ago.

“If it’s only fifth rank, then there’s nothing to worry about. What’s scary is that other temples might also have sixth rank,” Ren Wokuang said.

This is what he's worried about. The situation was one where victory was assured, but suddenly he discovered that there were so many geniuses from other halls as well. Who could stand that?

"A genius, huh? That's what we do when we beat a genius." Feng Yao's eyes were calm as still water.

Of course, being familiar with the plot, he naturally knew that the highest level in this competition was only fifth rank, the only one who could potentially threaten him.

He's just an unreliable summoner.

Of course, this possibility is almost zero, after all, he can fight even level eight magical beasts at his current level when he goes all out.

Feng Yao's number was Warrior One, while Wang Yuanyuan's was Warrior Three; both were competing with a fifth-tier cultivation level.

The only difference is that one is a low-level fifth rank and the other is a high-level fifth rank.

In the Knights' Temple of the Alliance Executive Government, Han Qian had Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan's files on his desk.

"The Warrior Temple is hiding something quite well. Two fifth-tier Battle Venerables who are not even eighteen years old. It seems they are going to make a name for themselves in this generation."

"Hehe, we also have a few fifth-tier members this time, and with our mounts, our chances of winning are much higher than those of the Warrior Temple."

At this moment, Yang Haohan, who was sitting opposite, also spoke up.

"That's hard to say. Take a look at this." Han Qian casually tossed Feng Yao's combat data over.

Yang Haohan took the item and glanced at it, his brows furrowing slightly. "This kid is actually quite fierce."

"This little girl in my hands is no ordinary one either. She has the bloodline of the Giant Spirit God and is a descendant of a former ninth-tier powerhouse from the Warrior Temple," Han Qian said with a light laugh.

As if remembering something, Han Qian lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, and the crystal lamp cast dappled light and shadow on the documents. "According to the information I got from Palace Master Qiu, the innate spiritual power of the kid in your hands is ninety-nine."

Yang Haohan's fingers tightened suddenly around the documents, the edges of the paper making a soft cracking sound: "Ninety-nine?! Senior Ye Wushang was only in his nineties back then."

"So that old bastard Ren Wo Kuang has been walking sideways lately."

"It seems Wen Zhao is about to meet his match, but that's good too. The more geniuses the better, so that we can fight the demons more tenaciously."

Yang Haohan didn't care much about the ranking in the Demon Hunter Team competition; after all, it was all about fighting against the demons.

"Yes, this generation is truly a constellation of stars," Han Qian remarked with admiration.

One after another, geniuses with extremely high innate spiritual power emerged. These are the main force for humanity's future fight against the demon race.

(End of this chapter)