Leaving the Demon Palace, Wang Xu glanced at all the elders.
In the eyes of these people, he saw looks such as flattery, scrutiny, silence, and hostility.
Even though these people were talking and laughing at him, no one knew what he was thinking in their hearts.
Feeling the invisible barrier, Wang Xu understood that it would be impossible for these people to sincerely regard him as the Holy Son in a short period of time.
To the Holy Land of the First Demon, he was just a transfer student, incompatible from inside to outside.
If a transfer student is appointed as the student council president as soon as he comes to school, not to mention the students below him, even the teachers above him will be dissatisfied.
Due to pressure, these people will not say anything on the surface. In private, it is hard to say whether it is another matter.
"Xenophobic?"
Wang Xu withdrew his gaze. He knew that his appearance had upset many people's plans.
But he is not afraid. The struggle between the great avenues is cruel in itself. When he integrates into the Holy Land of the First Demon, the elders who reject him today may not be able to become his core supporters by then.
"Old Ancestor needs to retreat for a period of time. These days, you can temporarily live in Shengzi Peak. If you encounter difficulties in practice, you can come to me at any time. When you have nothing to do, you can also go to Enlightenment Forest, where
There are stone tablets of exercises left by the sages.
In addition, as the Holy Son, you can enter the Sutra Pavilion and practice a great magical power. The resources needed for practice will be sent to you in a while. You have just entered the Holy Land of the First Demon, so you may not know much about the situation here, but
It doesn't matter, if you have any questions, just ask Mr. Luo and he will answer them for you."
The Holy Lord of the First Demon was also very embarrassed when facing Wang Xu. He was too close to him and he couldn't lose face.
He behaved too distantly, and it seemed that he had no bearing and was determined to go against Patriarch Wu Ge.
After struggling for a long time, the Holy Lord of the First Demon simply decided to stay out of sight and send Wang Xu to Saint Child Peak. He thought that coming to Saint Child Peak, where dragons and snakes were mixed, would be enough for Wang Xu to toss for a few days.
"Sir, please come with me."
Following the words of the Holy Lord of the First Demon, a hunchbacked old man emerged from the crowd.
"Who are you?"
"The old man's surname is Luo, and he is the chief steward of Shengzi Peak. I will serve whoever is the Holy Son. Master, your Shengzi Peak is independent of the 36 peaks and forms its own peak. If you have any instructions, I will give them to you."
That’s me.”
I have never seen Mr. Luo and Wang Xu before, so obviously he is not one of the elders of the Holy Land of the First Demon.
However, judging from Mr. Luo's neither humble nor arrogant expression, his status is not too low. He is at least a think tank.
"Holy Lord, elders, I would like to take my leave now."
Wang Xu said goodbye to everyone, and under the leadership of Mr. Luo, rushed to his Saint Child Peak.
Shengzi Peak is located in the core area of the Holy Land of the First Demon. In terms of location, it is only inferior to the Temple Peak and the Holy Lord Peak. It ranks third among the mountains and is more majestic than the 36th Peak.
"Mr. Luo, are you an elder in the sect?" Wang Xu asked Mr. Luo as he walked on the road.
Mr. Luo shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I am not an elder. If you want to define it, I should be regarded as a protector. There are still some existences like me in the sect. We are not allowed to leave the sect on weekdays."
Wang Xu thought about his memory and found that there was no word protector in his understanding of the Holy Land of the First Demon.
"Sir, this is not a secret. We protectors are not human beings, but sacred beasts that protect the mountain. For example, I was transformed into a spirit turtle. My mission is to guard the Saint Child Peak and provide protection to generations.
The Holy Son serves as the guide. For countless years, I have served not only a thousand but also eight hundred Holy Sons. As long as your orders are not out of line and you give them to me, I can get it done for you."
Mr. Luo was bent over. From the appearance, he really looked like a tortoise carrying a turtle shell.
Wang Xu secretly clicked his tongue when he saw it, and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Luo, the number of saint sons you have served is not even one thousand but also eight hundred. How old are you this year?"
"I am eight million years old. I am different from you. I was born a different species. Even the Great Emperor, no one can survive me."
If the ancient emperor could not survive his second life, he would die within a million years.
According to historical records, the longest-lived Emperor, the Immortal Emperor, lived six lives in total, totaling six million years.
However, compared with Mr. Luo, the Immortal Emperor is considered a short-lived ghost. Why did Mr. Luo's body turn into a turtle?
"Mr. Luo, where is your cultivation level?"
Wang Xu looked at him differently when he heard that Mr. Luo had lived for eight million years.
Mr. Luo was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head: "I am different from you. You can practice for one day as well as I can for a hundred days. Even if you don't think I live long, in fact, my strength is about the same as those elders, at most
A little stronger than them. However, you don’t need to expect me to help you. My mission is to train the Holy Son, and fighting and killing is not suitable for me."
"Yeah?"
Wang Xu didn't believe it. He had lived eight million years to reach the fifth level of the Holy Emperor. How could this be possible?
Mr. Luo is not a wild turtle, but the guardian beast of the Holy Land of the First Demon.
I'm afraid as long as he thinks about it, except for the core of the Beginning Demon Sutra, none of the techniques in the Holy Land will be kept secret from him.
The possibility of becoming a quasi-emperor is relatively small, but the saint realm is close to ten. Otherwise, if you only rely on fifth-level cultivation, why should you serve as the guardian beast of the First Demon Holy Land? There is no shortage of fifth-level cannon fodder in the First Demon Holy Land.
"Mr. Luo, how many people like you are there in the Holy Land?" Wang Xu became interested and wanted to see if it was possible to abduct a mountain-protecting beast.
"Three or five of you, why are you asking this?" Mr. Luo's answer was rather vague. The sacred beasts that protect the mountains in the Holy Land, like the dust-covered ancestors of saints, are the foundation to deter other forces.
If Wang Xu was not the Holy Son and a true disciple came over, Mr. Luo would be able to slap him away. This is what you can ask.
"I'm just curious." Wang Xu smiled innocently. As for whether he was truly honest or not, only God knows.
"Don't ask around. There are some things that even the Holy Master cannot ask too much about. Knowing too much will not do you any good."
When Mr. Luo said this, he noticed that his tone was a little bad, and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let me tell you about the things on Shengzi Peak. If I don't tell you, you will have a headache when you go back.
"
"Mr. Luo, please tell me..."
Facing Elder Luo, who was like a living fossil, Wang Xu naturally would not treat him as an ordinary elder, and showed the respect that he only had when facing Patriarch Wu Ge.
Mr. Luo didn't pay much attention to this. He walked in front and said leisurely: "Shengzi Peak, as the name suggests, is a place independent of the Thirty-Six Peaks, where you are the main one. However, as the saying goes, natural selection, survival of the fittest
, who is the fittest? Therefore, under the Holy Son, there are ten reserve Holy Sons and three thousand true disciples.
In our Holy Land of the First Demon, outer sect disciples can challenge inner sect disciples, and if they win, they can enter the inner sect. Similarly, inner sect disciples can also challenge true disciples, and if they win, they will become true disciples. Although you are now a saint, if you don’t
If you work hard and are surpassed by those behind you, you may not be the one who laughs last."
"As it should be..."
Wang Xu was not afraid of challenges, so he asked confidently: "Mr. Luo, do you know what the cultivation levels of those reserve saints are?"
"The lowest level is the third level of Immortal Stage Realm!" As soon as Mr. Luo opened his mouth, Wang Xu was frightened.
The third level of the Immortal Realm is converted into the early stage of the fourth level. The lowest level is the early stage of the fourth stage. The higher level is not the mid to late stage of the fourth level.
If he was going too far, even though he had never thought that he could beat a child, there was no need to be so cruel.
He is the third-level magical power realm, which is equivalent to the cultivation level of a true disciple. He is still one big realm away from the reserve saint son.
"Scared?"
Mr. Luo looked at the startled Wang Xu, his eyes full of amusement: "Generally speaking, the Holy Son is the most powerful among the top ten reserve Holy Sons, and the top ten reserve Holy Sons are
He was killed out of three thousand true disciples. When you reach the level of reserve saint son, the ones with the worst cultivation are those in the Immortal Stage. Compared with their cultivation, you are indeed a little behind."
Wang Xu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Is this just a little bit close? That's a huge gap in realm, okay?
Even if he is currently at the late third level, if he wants to break through to the fourth level, he will not be able to do it in twenty or thirty years.
Doesn't this mean that you will be suppressed and beaten by someone of a higher level?
If it is only one or two small realms higher, Wang Xu still has the confidence to deal with one or two, and one big realm higher. To be honest, he has no confidence at all.
You must know that the gap between each realm is like that of immortals and mortals. Unless someone is against heaven, who can punish immortals with mortals.
What's more, Wang Xu's heavenly palace has been shattered, and he doesn't even have the magic weapon to take advantage of. Facing a fourth-level prodigy who was born in the Holy Land of the First Demon and is the pride of heaven, he might be killed instantly.
"Mr. Luo, if you say this, then I, the Holy Son, am destined to be a joke?" Wang Xu thought about it and felt something was wrong.
Patriarch Wu Ge went to great lengths to make him the Holy Son, and even demoted the previous Holy Son to the mortal world. It could not be just to make a joke.
"Of course it's not a joke. According to the rules, there will be a twenty-year training period when the new and old Saint Sons alternate. In the next twenty years, the reserve Saint Son will not be able to challenge you. This is your chance. In addition, the Saint Son can learn
A great supernatural power, and the opportunity to understand the skill stone tablet. If you use it well, you may not lose in twenty years."
When Mr. Luo said this, he looked Wang Xu up and down, and then said: "There is a saint behind you, what are you afraid of?"