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Chapter 1247: Zhong An

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Devilseal Tablet had always been a legend in the Dao Martial Saint Land.

It was also the Variant in the Ten Great Saint Weapon Rankings.

If the Devilseal Tablet was used to deal with a Devil Cultivator, it would be able to suppress the Devil Cultivator. It would get the job done with only half the effort.

However, if the Devilseal Tablet was used against an ordinary Martial or Dao Cultivator, it would not be as effective as most ordinary Saint Weapons even though the Devilseal Tablet could be considered as an offensive Saint Weapon.

After finding out about the use of the Devilseal Tablet from Han Xue Nai, Little White could not help but gasp in surprise.

When she learned about the side effects of the Devilseal Tablet, about how a person would lose his sanity completely and become a zombie after using the Devilseal Tablet multiple times, she could not help but feel worried about Duan Ling Tian.

"Sister Xue Nai, Brother will be okay, right?" Little White had a worried expression on her face, and her big sparkling eyes appeared to be very pitiful.

"Don't worry, blessed are the good men. Brother Ling Tian will be alright." Han Xue Nai smiled as she reassured her.

Although she told Little White not to worry, she was actually worried since she had no idea how many times her Brother Ling Tian had used the Devilseal Tablet.

If she knew that her Brother Ling Tian had used the Devilseal Tablet three times, she would not have felt so optimistic. ( )

"The most important thing right now is to find Brother Ling Tian," Han Xue Nai said.

Little White nodded before she and Han Xue Nai proceeded to fly toward the direction where Martial Emperor Shi Qi said Duan Ling Tian had left in. They intended to look for traces of Duan Ling Tian to find him.

At this moment, Duan Ling Tian was naturally unaware that somebody was worried about him and was looking for him everywhere.

In Ling Xuan Peak, the Selection of the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers continued as planned.

The Selection of the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers that was going to be held by Ling Xuan Peak would be carried out on a vast stone platform situated at the mid-mountain of Ling Xuan Peak.

This stone platform was so vast that the small stone platform that housed the residential area could not compare to it all. The area it occupied was extremely huge.

Early in the morning, many people had appeared above the vast stone platform. They were either the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers from Ling Xuan Peak or people who came to participate in the Selection of the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers held by Ling Xuan Peak.

Somehow, the originally noisy and bustling atmosphere turned completely quiet the moment a figure appeared.

"It's Senior Brother Song Ting!"

"Senior Brother Song Ting is here!"

…

After it had quietened down, a commotion broke out again.

Many Martial Emperor's disciples and followers were staring at the person who came from afar excitedly. Their eyes were filled with excitement as though they had just seen an idol they admired very much.

"Song Ting?"

"Who's Song Ting? He doesn't seem like an ordinary person."

…

Those people who came to participate in the Selection of the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers had no idea who Song Ting was at all.

"A person who could elicit such respect from the group of Martial Emperor's disciples and followers naturally would have a high position… Don't tell me he's actually one of the Martial Emperor's three great disciples in Ling Xuan Peak?" Someone opined. Many people agreed with him as well.

"That has to be it."

Although this group of people agreed with him, they could not help but ask the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers standing close to them. It was as though they would only feel at ease if they had direct confirmation.

"That's right. He's the second disciple of our Ling Xuan Peak's Lord Martial Emperor — Song Ting."

"Senior Brother Song Ting isn't only the Martial Emperor's direct disciple, but he's also one of the two great judges for the Selection of the Martial Emperor's disciples and followers held by our Ling Xuan Peak today," many Martial Emperor's disciples and followers responded.

Although they had already somewhat guessed it earlier, after they confirmed Song Ting's identity with the group of Martial Emperor's disciples and followers, many people still exclaimed in shock with looks of admiration on their faces.

The Martial Emperor's direct disciple!

This was a person they looked up to.

When Song Ting appeared, two people appeared behind him like shadows.

"Lu Zhong!" With just a glance, Duan Ling Tian who stood in the crowd immediately identified one of the people standing behind Song Ting. It was none other than the Martial Emperor's disciple who tried to pick a fight with him but was thwarted by Qiao Zhong in the end.

Lu Zhong was the older blood brother of the muggers' leader whom he had killed before coming to Ling Xuan Peak.

When Duan Ling Tian killed the muggers' leader, he did not know he was also the Martial Emperor's disciple.

Naturally, he would not have shown mercy even if he knew.

When Duan Ling Tian noticed Lu Zhong, he also saw him.

When Lu Zhong saw Duan Ling Tian, his eyes immediately turned red. It was as though he had transformed into a vicious beast lurking in the dark, ready to pounce and kill at any given time.

"He's the one who killed Lu Yi?" Although Song Ting was not looking at Lu Zhong, it seemed as though he had eyes at the back of his head since he instantly noticed something was not right with Lu Zhong. He immediately looked in the direction where Lu Zhong was looking at.

Soon after, his eyes landed on Duan Ling Tian.

"Yes." Lu Zhong gnashed his teeth in response. The eyes that were glaring at Duan Ling Tian almost bulged out of his sockets. He itched to swallow Duan Ling Tian whole.

However, Duan Ling Tian was not bothered about Lu Zhong at all.

He thought nothing of Lu Zhong.

He was looking into Song Ting's eyes that were looking at him as well. It was as though the slightest thing would spark a fire.

However, not long after Duan Ling Tian and Song Ting's eyes met, Song Ting quickly retracted his gaze. It was as though he found it beneath him to exchange glances with Duan Ling Tian. He completely looked down on Duan Ling Tian.

"Martial Emperor's direct disciple?" Duan Ling Tian's gaze contained a strong hint of battle intent when he looked at Song Ting.

Unfortunately, Song Ting did not notice that.

"Senior Brother Zhong An!"

"Senior Brother Zhong An!"

…

Soon after, a series of courteous greeting resonated and attracted Duan Ling Tian's attention.

Duan Ling Tian discovered another young man in his thirties was making his way here in the company of another two men.

From the exchanges of the group of Martial Emperor's disciples and followers in his surroundings, Duan Ling Tian discovered the young man's identity.

Zhong An, the third direct disciple under Martial Emperor Ling Xuan's command.

Two days ago, Duan Ling Tian had learned about the situation in Ling Xuan Peak from Qiao Zhong. He knew that Ling Xuan Peak was divided into two factions. These two factions were led by the two Martial Emperor's direct disciples under Martial Emperor Ling Xuan's command.

Today, he finally saw the leaders of the two factions.

Song Ting, the Martial Emperor's second direct disciple.

Zhong An, the Martial Emperor's third direct disciple.

"At first, I thought the one named Yang Hui is either the second or third Martial Emperor's direct disciple, but it seems like I'm wrong." A silhouette appeared in Duan Ling Tian's mind.

The scene of the young man using his Spiritual Energy to wield the sword at the peak of Ling Xuan Peak was still vivid in his mind.

'Don't tell me Yang Hui is actually the Martial Emperor's first direct disciple who's always secretive with his movements and whereabouts just like Martial Emperor Ling Xuan according to Qiao Zhong?' Duan Ling Tian thought to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he found it plausible.