Chapter 49 - Blaming Others for Your Own Foolishness?

Chapter 49 - Blaming Others for Your Own Foolishness?

Chapter 49 : Blaming Others for Your Own Foolishness?

“Azure Dragon Clan’s God Son, Cang Wu!”

“The Gathering of the prodigies has begun!”

“Is he leading the charge for the ancient clans?”

“Cang Wu is a force to be reckoned with, having entered the Great Master Realm at eighty. After a decade in this realm, his power is not to be underestimated!”

“I’m curious about who from the human side will rise to challenge him!”

“I had assumed humans would strike first, but it seems the ancient clans have made the opening move!”

“The long wait is finally paying off; things are getting interesting!”

The cultivators in Ancestral Dragon City are filled with anticipation for what’s next. The Gathering of the Prodigie has never just been about social gatherings. In every such event, combat is the main theme.

Prideful prodigy beings, each convinced of their own supremacy, are not ones to concede easily.

They aim to outshine the others, inevitably leading to clashes. This particular Gathering, drawing together the majority of the era’s prideful, is no exception.

Those invited are the renowned talents of the Nine Heavens, unparalleled prodigies in their respective realms. Now, gathered in one place, they’re not content to merely exchange pleasantries.

Each aspires to dominate their generation, aspiring to stand unrivaled. Such aspirations at the Gathering of the Prodigies lead to two outcomes: Some shine brightly like the sun, seizing everyone’s attention. Others fall like shooting stars, descending into obscurity among the masses.

Cang Wu’s resonant proclamation spreads throughout Ancestral Dragon City, reaching every ear.

“Maybe not. Though the he’s talent is extraordinary, many of these ancient clan pridefuls have lived longer and entered the Great Master Realm much earlier. Their strength might not be far off from his.”

“Them? They’re way older than the Primordial Holy Son and still dare to challenge him?”

“What’s wrong with that? Everyone below a hundred is considered the same generation. And with his prowess, do you expect those twenty-something pridefuls from the ancient clans to challenge him? That’d be pure masochism. Who among his peers can match him?”

“You’re right, it’s hard to find peers as opponents, so why not those who are older?”

In the Nine Heavens Realm, age isn’t a rigid criterion. Anyone below a hundred is deemed of the same generation. However, most people seek challengers of similar age.

Like the late Soaring Snake God Son, considered Jiang Chen’s peer. But Jiang Chen’s meteoric rise to the Great Master Realm before twenty, too fast for his age, meant he couldn’t be matched with twenty- or thirty-year-olds based on age alone but on realm instead.

“Dream on, you think you can slay me?” Azure Dragon God Son, transformed into a human, dressed in white armor, looks down disdainfully at the Pure Young Holy Son.

“Your ancient clan always talks big. The Soaring Snake God Son was the same, ultimately slain by the Primordial Holy Son. And your Clans didn’t dare utter a word when several of your pridefuls were killed by him, and you even lost four flawless saint weapons!”

“You’re no different from the Soaring Snake God Son, just another proud and smug fool,” mocked the Pure Yang Holy Son.

The incident in Spirit Snake City was well-known across the Nine Heavens Realm. The Soaring Snake and Golden Winged Peng clans became laughingstocks. Having gained nothing, they lost four prodigies and four flawless saint weapons, making them the jokes everywhere.

“Shut up!” roared the Golden Winged Peng God Son, unable to stay calm. The Spirit Snake City incident still infuriated them. He didn’t want to come initially, but upon hearing Jiang Chen would be there, he came specifically to redeem their honor.

Previously, he couldn’t challenge Jiang Chen due to the realm difference. But now, as both are in the Great Master Realm, Jiang Chen can’t refuse without appearing fearful, a chance to redeem the Golden Winged Peng clan’s face.

“Isn’t that your own stupidity?”

“The Primordial Holy Son didn’t deceive you; you brought it upon yourselves!” The Pure Young Holy Son, true to his cynical nature, didn’t hesitate to rub salt in their wounds. But he wasn’t wrong – they were the aggressors, and Jiang Chen hadn’t intentionally deceived them.