Chapter : 7
Do you think, your belly is your talent..??
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"And she is...?"
Qing Feng said, but then his gaze fall on the woman but her face was covered in mask, then asked to man in blue.
"Huh...brother Qing, let me introduce this senior to you." The man named Yan turned around the woman in the mask and bowed to her.
"Brother Qing, she is one elder of our Dao Origin Academy, and this senior's strength has reached the Peak of the Dao Domain stage in the Saint King realm. Her next step is the Quasi-Emperor realm, and she has achieved this before the age of 40. Her name... uhh... you can call her Miss Xue."
Qing Feng tried to stare at the woman in the mask, but he quickly clasped his fist, bowed, and immediately greeted her.
"Welcome, Senior! The Qing Clan welcomes your presence."
Just as he was about to use his spiritual power, he suddenly heard a spiritual voice directly in his ear; it was given by his ancestor, who was in the realm of the Quasi-Emperor.
And even if the ancestor hadn't spoken, he might have stopped the moment the man named Yan said she was below 40 years old.
After all, he was a genius of the previous generation, but even he had only reached the Saint King realm in his late sixties. Not to mention, she had reached the Peak of the Saint King realm in her under-forties, just one step away from the Quasi-Emperor realm of this world, where one could almost dominate the entire Desolate Mystic World, as long as they didn't offend the interests of other Quasi-Emperor clans or sects.
Umm... There was only a silent nod from woman named, Senior Xue.
"Please, follow me to the elder's seat."
Qing Feng guided the masked woman and elder Yan toward the elders sea.
The arena grew strangely quiet at this time, as not only the disciples of the clan, but also the clan elders turned their eyes upon her and no one dares to make any sound at this time.
No one could sense her aura or realm, but they were certain her strength was no worse than the elders or even the ancestors sleeping in the coffin.
"A peak Dao Domain expert... and even less than 40 years old? Are you kidding me..?"
"And why would such a monster even appear in such a small clan competition?" Some elders and even the disciples murmured to each other.
"Hey, don't you know..? It must be because of our young master! She must want to accept Young Master Qing Long as her disciple." Some disciples even started to fight each other because of this.
Miss Xue ignored the murmurs. She was already used to hearing such things, and with her realm, she could hear every single word of the people present here. But she didn't care.
She followed Qing Feng and sat on the luxurious seat in the elders' viewing area.
"Xiao Long, come here and greet Senior Xue." Qing Feng looked at his son, Qing Long, who was sitting with his mother and talking.
Qing Long heard his father and quickly got up, then looked at his mother, nodded, and walked toward his father.
Coming toward him, he quickly looked at Elder Yan and Elder Xue and greeted them.
"Junior Qing Long greets the seniors."
"Haha... is this your son...?" Elder Yan glanced at Qing Long and studied him. He was eight years old.
Even at eight years of age, Qing Long had a manner befitting a child not from this Earth. Though his body had yet to reach maturity and therefore had yet to bulk up, he bore his child-like frame with an unnatural straightness that gave the appearance of shouldering a great burden from heaven.
His blue black hair, like dew on blades of grass in the sun; it flowed freely in supple ribbons down his back as it should.
The faintest breeze brought the illusion of wavelets of blue light rippling in and out of Qing Long's hair. It appeared like lost dimensions on endless horizons settled on the mild surf of a towering sea.
Qing Long's eyes were his most impressive feature: twin pools of peaceful ocean blue; calm but unfathomable, yet holding a quiet sharpness far beyond that of a child. When they struck someone else's gaze, it seemed they pierced through deceit.
His eyes and their sudden radiant regality were difficult to contain.
His skin was pale but not ill; it was the shade of jade, smooth and white like shining crystal, that has been polished in the sufferings.
Even at an early age, his facial features were finding defined angles: a high bridge to his nose, thin but sharp lips, giving way to a distinguished ethereal presence.
"Your son will definitely become a handsome man in the future." After glancing at him for some time, Elder Yan spoke.
"Hahaa... strength is better than handsomeness." Qing Feng sighed.
Ummm... Elder Xue also gave a slight nod from behind her mask.
Qing Feng felt a small relief in his heart.
With his cultivation level, he could see that the elder in front of him was truly cold and didn't care what people thought.
"Elder Yan, wait for a few moments, the clan competition will begin soon." Qing Hua, taking the lead, spoke.
Rumble...
Soon after, another spatial crack appeared in the void, and a man around his thirties emerged in the pale yellow robe, holding a little girl of about seven or eight years old.
"Brother Qing, do you want to start the competition even before letting me arrive after inviting me?"
Huh... Qing Feng raised his head and looked in the direction of the spatial crack.
Not only his but also clan members and the elder Yan and elder Xue also noticed, but after seeing the cultivation level, they lost interest in it.
"Brother Lin, how could it be? How could the competition start before you arrive, we are just making the preparation for it." He shook his head and denied kindly.
"Haha...haha..."
The both people laughed.
The little girl, while holding the hand of the Lin Feng, stood in the void and looked afraid and shrank back behind the Lin Feng.
Both came to elder seat and sat beside the Elder Xue.
The little girl had the white hair and sat adjacent to the elder Xue.
She raised her head up and met the eyes of the elder Xue, when she suddenly shrank back her head.
Seeing her like this, elder Xue shook her head and was about to turn back, suddenly she caught a glimpse of her physique then glanced at the Qing Long, and then few moments later, she came to some calculation in her mind.
"Bang...!!!!!!!"
Suddenly a huge bell sound echoed in the entire arena.
"Huh... looks like the competition will start, all of you take the seat and watch, these child battle of the Qing Clan." He looked around and announced to everyone.
The Qing Feng's eyes fell on the Qing Long and nodded at him.
After getting the sign of his father, he immediately left the elder area and walked toward the area, where the disciples of the clan were.
Qing Tian also noticed Qing Long coming toward the rest area, he also got up from the seat where he was sitting and walked toward Qing Long.
While Qing, who was searching for the seats in the area, he noticed his younger brother is coming toward him.
When he confirmed from his eyes that Qing Tian was coming for him, he had no choice but to walk toward the Qing Tian.
After a few moments, both stood in front of each other.
Qing Tian smiled and clasped his fist in greeting and bowed to him.
"Qing Tian greets the elder brother."
Looking at the calm smile on the face of the Qing Tian, Qing Long felt very weird.
To know, they rarely met with each other, and whenever they met, Qing Tian had still the same smile on his face, that looked like it never faded from his face.
Sometimes, even he Qing Long, a person who is favored by luck and everything, hefelt jealous of this brother in front of him.
Thinking of this, he still nodded at him but didn't say the words.
"Big brother, and seat this side, we can watch the entire battles of the Qing Clan from where I have sat." Qing Tian raised his hand and pointed toward his sitting position and said.
"Okay...!" Qing Long replied.
However, before he could even follow, a group of disciples suddenly came in front of both and looked at the Qing Long, as if they were worshiping a god, from the looks of their eyes.
Qing Tian felt a little bit uncomfortable, it's not that he is jealous or something, but rather, he doesn't like to be surrounded by too many people and especially that look, like you will be eaten alive.
He frowned and quickly said calmly to them.
"Leave us alone!"
"Uhh... ohh... second young master Qing Tian, I don't think just because you are the brother of the young patriarch, you can be so overbearing here. You have no talent, so no right to speak in the clan. Our Qing clan is not like other clan, where you can be rampant on your background." At this time, a little fat man, around the age of thirteen, in azure blue dress, which is mainly used by the main clan disciples, walked out in front of Qing Tian and Qing Long.
Qing Tian kept his gentle smile on face, as if the words of the fat boy did not created, even a ripple in his heart.
He spoke, his voice was soft, yet each word struck clear like a bell.
"Senior brother, every lamp has its time to shine. Some burn brightly for a moment and then fade, while others wait quietly before lighting the darkest night. To laugh at the still lamp… is only to reveal one's own impatience."
The fat boy looked at the Qing Tian, but he heard Qing Tian words again.
He glanced lightly at the fat boy, his eyes carrying neither anger nor contempt, only calm observation, that would only come after countless experience.
"And besides… if the talent were measured by the size of one's belly, then you, among all of us, should already be the most gifted genius of the clan."
"How about it, am I right…?"
Qing Tian raised his eyebrow and made an expression as if he were sincerely asking him.
"You… You…!! How dare you make a joke about my belly??"
"Do you want to get beaten…?" The fat man instantly grew angry at Qing Tian's words, furious that he was being mocked.
"Ohh… does senior brother want to attack me…?"
"Or do you think that just because you've reached the age and realm for the youth tournament of the clan, you can fight with me, a Mortal Foundation Realm cultivator, who is below ten year old?"
"Or perhaps… do you think you are the most gifted genius of the clan, and that with the help of your belly, you can do whatever you want…?"
Qing Tian patted the fat man's shoulder and nodded as if confirming his own words after thinking for a while.
"You…" The fat man's chest rose and fell rapidly. He was so angry that he couldn't even finish his words, trembling from being teased by Qing Tian.
The crowd couldn't hold back anymore, scarsm of the Qing Tian .
"Pfft… hahaha!" A few disciples present there, who heard the scarsm of the Qing Tian, burst into laughter, and quickly quickly trying to cover their mouths, while others whispered with each other, and their their eyes flashing with amusement.
"Did you hear that? He said the belly is his talent and even the most gifted!"
Pff..ttt...!
HAhah....
"Shh! Don't laugh too loudly, or he'll crush you with it! After all he is stronger than us"
Some disciple with little bit of brain closed their moth and spoke to their friends.
Even some elders in the viewing area raised their brows, their expressions wavering between sternness and suppressing their smiles after hearing, what happening there.
The fat boy's face turned red after being joked on him, his round body trembling with the anger.
His fists clenched tightly, but under the sharp gazes of the elders, he dared not act rashly, otherwise, he will be punished by them.
Qing Long, standing beside Qing Tian, secretly glanced at his younger brother.
His heart stirred, though calm on the surface, a strange emotion surged within him, one he couldn't express what going on.
Was it admiration, unease… or jealousy? He couldn't find it.
Qing Tian, however, stood quietly, that faint smile still resting on his lips, as though none of this concerned him.
But deep within the arena, the massive bell echoed once more
dong… dong… dong…
announcing the start of the clan competition.
The whispers died down. The tension rose.
Qing Tian's calm eyes lifted toward the arena stage.
No one noticed the subtle flicker within them, as though countless stars swirled in their depths.
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End of the Chapter, 7.!!!
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