Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 961: Son of Heaven, Day 0! (Fourth Update)

Many ancient clans traveled to the Ji Clan to celebrate Ji Lingchen becoming the youngest Mythical Martial Artist in ancient lands.

One must know that in recent years, Ji Lingchen’s cultivation had always been unmatched among the younger generation. Whether it was the Mu Clan or the Shi Clan, their prodigies still fell slightly short compared to him.

The entire Ji Clan was adorned with festive decorations. As the Clan Leader of the Ji Clan, Ji Changtian engaged in conversation with the various guests.

Among the guests, naturally, there were people from the Mu Clan and Shi Clan.

Tang Heshan brought his daughter Tang Surou, along with Tang Ze, Tang Hao, and Tang Lu, to the Ji Clan to offer their congratulations.

Clans of mid-tier status, like the Tang Clan, were among the many who attended, along with the Wu Clan, Guan Clan, Xiang Clan, Mo Clan, and others.

The elder generation came accompanied by their juniors and the most outstanding talents from their clans.

But today’s main character was Ji Lingchen, the most dazzling star of the ancient lands, who continued to radiate his overwhelming brilliance.

He left the rest of the younger generation far, far behind.

Ji Lingchen stood at the center of the crowd. Though he spoke only a little, no one dared to utter a single unpleasant word. Surrounded by young heirs of the various clans, they all strained their efforts to curry his favor.

"Young Master Ji Lingchen truly stands at the pinnacle of the younger generation in the ancient lands. We can’t even dream of catching up!"

"Catch up to Young Master Ji Lingchen? What a joke. Have you ever seen a firefly compete with the splendor of the full moon?"

"You’re overestimating yourself. Young Master Ji Lingchen is beyond our reach—he’s someone we’ll look up to for the rest of our lives."

The constant flattery poured in, some even coming from the heirs of mid-tier or even first-tier ancient clans, forming a cacophony of sycophantic praise.

Standing aside, Tang Surou did not join the commotion. Tang Ze, Tang Hao, and the others also appeared displeased with Ji Lingchen’s overwhelming dominance, their eyes filled with jealousy and envy. Yet they couldn’t help but wonder—if they were in his place, wouldn’t they enjoy it just as much?

At this moment, someone mentioned Ye Qiu in Ji Lingchen’s presence. "Young Master Ji, I heard that Ye Qiu has returned. Previously, you and he never reached a decisive outcome. Now that you’ve stepped into the Mythical Realm, might you consider crossing blades with him?"

Before Ji Lingchen could respond, someone immediately sneered, "Are you stupid? What level of Martial Artist is Young Master Ji now? That Ye Qiu might never break into legend in his lifetime. How could he compare to Young Master Ji?"

"Exactly! No matter how arrogant Ye Qiu is, he’s no match for Young Master Ji. A Mythical Martial Artist versus a mere Legend—it’s no contest. He’d only have one option: kneel and submit," another chimed in agreement.

Throughout, Ji Lingchen maintained a demeanor of calm and poise. Even when Ye Qiu’s name was mentioned, his gaze merely flickered lightly, showing no real concern. With peerless talent, he had shattered martial limits, stepping from legend into myth. As for Ye Qiu, Ji Lingchen no longer gave him a second thought.

One cannot understand the might of the Mythical Realm until one reaches it. In the past, Ji Lingchen had a vague sense of it, but now he comprehended it fully. The power of the Mythical Realm could effortlessly obliterate a Legend.

Even if Ye Qiu were somewhat extraordinary and had claimed an Emperor-level opportunity from the Great Emperor’s tomb, cultivation ultimately depended on oneself. External gains, for a Martial Artist, amounted to nothing but worldly possessions.

"In terms of talent, I surpass him. In terms of background, I come from the strongest ancient clan in these lands. Even if he has an Emperor-level opportunity, it’s meaningless. In this lifetime, I, Ji Lingchen, am the strongest. Under my leadership, the Ji Clan will ascend to an unparalleled pinnacle of glory," he thought.

Ji Lingchen’s expression remained indifferent, yet his ambitions soared to the heavens. Whether it was Ye Qiu or any other prodigy of the ancient clans, the moment he ascended to myth, they had all become irrelevant to him.

Ji Lingchen now had a clear vision for his martial path. He was destined to become a titan of Martial Arts, one of the Ji Clan’s mightiest figures.

His true opponents would be other Mythical Realm Martial Artists, or perhaps even those above that. As for the younger clan prodigies he had left far behind, he couldn’t even muster the desire to make a move against them.

Still, the thought of Ye Qiu stirred a faint trace of battle intent within him. However, in Ji Lingchen’s mind, it wasn’t a question of contending with Ye Qiu—it was how thoroughly he would crush him.

The notion of deciding victory or defeat with Ye Qiu wasn’t something that even concerned him anymore. To Ji Lingchen, Ye Qiu couldn’t possibly be his rival.

Ji Lingchen’s confidence was overwhelming—his ego had reached astronomical heights since stepping into the Mythical Realm.

"These people’s bootlicking is truly revolting. They go to such lengths to please Ji Lingchen, but do you think he even cares?" Tang Ze scoffed coldly, his tone carrying an indescribable envy.

Who wouldn’t wish to be the one in the spotlight? Unfortunately, in the ancient lands, such glory belonged to Ji Lingchen alone.

As children of mid-tier ancient clans, they could neither match Ji Lingchen’s strength nor his talent.

The same was true for Tang Lu and Tang Hao. They understood the bitter taste of sour grapes all too well. Like Tang Ze, their hearts swirled with jealousy and resentment. However, the three avoided openly expressing these feelings, lest Tang Surou look down on them.

Tang Surou, meanwhile, paid little attention to the chorus of praise for Ji Lingchen. Her thoughts had been entirely preoccupied with the news of Ye Qiu’s return.

When Ye Qiu had disappeared before, she suspected he might have returned to the mortal world. Otherwise, why would there be no news of him for months? Though she had remained in the ancient lands, this thought lingered in her mind, unspoken to anyone. freēwēbnovel.com

Tang Surou was somewhat worried. Now that Ji Lingchen had become Mythical, it was almost certain he would become a supreme powerhouse of the Ji Clan in the future. Ye Qiu’s sudden reappearance at this pivotal moment might provoke Ji Lingchen to act against him.

If an elder of the ancient lands challenged Ye Qiu, it would be disgraceful, an act of oppressing the weak. However, if Ji Lingchen were to make a move, such concerns would vanish. At that point, how could the experts from Yun Shang Palace intervene to protect Ye Qiu?

Tang Surou’s concerns weren’t unwarranted. However, what she didn’t know was that Ye Qiu now was by no means as simple as he once was.

Even if Ye Qiu hadn’t broken into the Mythical Realm, he still had the confidence to defeat Ji Lingchen, the Ji Clan’s foremost prodigy.

As Tang Surou’s mind churned with anxious thoughts, a clear voice rang out at the doorway: "Ye Qiu, Clan Leader of the Ye Clan, has arrived."

Announcing a guest’s presence at the door was a tradition in the ancient lands’ banquets. Typically, most clan leaders of mid-tier ancient clans wouldn’t request such a declaration, as their status wasn’t high enough for the host clan leader to greet them personally.

Only figures from the Mu Clan or Shi Clan, the other two top-tier ancient clans, would dare to have their names announced this way upon arrival.

But now, the sudden announcement of "Ye Qiu, Clan Leader of the Ye Clan," startled everyone. The name "Ye Clan" was unfamiliar—there wasn’t an ancient clan by that name. Yet the name Ye Qiu was anything but unknown; he was a figure who had caused quite the storm not too long ago.

"Don’t tell me that arrogant Ye Qiu has come as well? And he’s even proclaiming himself as some Clan Leader of the Ye Clan?" someone muttered with a mix of laughter and incredulity.

Others exchanged glances and couldn’t help but chuckle. This brazen man surely knew no bounds. Not only was he self-aggrandizing, declaring himself Clan Leader of a fictitious Ye Clan, but he also had the audacity to show up at the Ji Clan’s doorstep.

Didn’t he know who this banquet was held for?

This was a celebration specifically for Ji Lingchen. Was Ye Qiu coming here not tantamount to marching into a lion’s den?

For a moment, even Ji Changtian, who had been conversing with several ancient clan leaders, turned his gaze toward the main entrance.

There, Ye Qiu walked in slowly, a faint smile gracing his face as he approached the crowd.