Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Ye Qingchen has arrived!

At this moment.

The originally bustling gathering fell into a dead silence. A young man in a green robe was seen approaching with his hands behind his back.

The young man was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with eyes as deep as the starry sky, a gentle smile on his face, looking like a harmless boy next door. But anyone who had experienced the auction that day knew that this boy was like a divine demon, not someone to be trifled with.

"Is this Ye Qingchen?"

Some who had never seen Ye Qingchen seemed shocked by his youth.

"At such a young age, he's already reached the Profound Core Ninth Heaven. His potential is truly terrifying! In the future, he will surely be a formidable figure of his time!"

The crowd was stirred in their hearts.

It must be noted.

Those on the silver battle ranking are nearing thirty before reaching the Profound Core Ninth Heaven.

Although their potential and talents are equally unparalleled, compared to Ye Qingchen, they fall far short. If nothing unexpected happens, Ye Qingchen's entry into the Celestial Saint Realm is a certainty!

"Young Master Ye's presence truly graces the Red Stone Tower tonight!"

Those nearby quickly went up to him.

"Young Master Ye!" "Young Master Ye!" "Young Master Ye!"

Other powerful figures also reacted, fearing that if they were a step too late, someone else would seize the opportunity.

Some even considered their daughters or nieces, thinking that Ye Qingchen, being at the prime of his youth, might fall for a gentle trap.

At this moment.

Lin Jian also walked up quickly, apologetically saying:

"Young Master Ye, I couldn't go to greet you earlier, please forgive me!"

Ye Qingchen casually nodded, looking at Lin Jian with a half-smile: "You said you wanted to invite me tonight. I've come, so just say what you want to say!"

Lin Jian showed a hint of embarrassment. He had intended to first establish some rapport and then gradually approach the matter, but to his surprise, Ye Qingchen was so direct. He gave the young man a deep look and said in a meaningful tone:

"Young Master Ye, on behalf of the Spirit Coffin Sect, I have a message for you."

"Oh, what is it?"

Ye Qingchen raised an eyebrow.

He had long known that Lin Jian's invitation would surely have an ulterior motive. Yet, he never thought that Lin Jian would come on behalf of the Spirit Coffin Sect. However, thinking about it, it made sense. The Spirit Coffin Sect's influence spreads across the Tongxuan Continent. How could it not have eyes and ears in Yun Ding City? How could it not have hands here?

Everyone around also turned their gazes, wondering what kind of message the Spirit Coffin Sect intended to deliver.

Lin Jian squinted his eyes slightly, a chill seeming to flash through:

"The Spirit Coffin Sect is very displeased with you and hopes you will surrender quietly; otherwise..."

Ye Qingchen's eyes lowered slightly, with a half-smile: "Otherwise what?"

Since Lin Jian spoke on behalf of the Spirit Coffin Sect, he could at least represent ninety percent of its intentions. Ye Qingchen was well aware of this and wanted to see just how tough the Spirit Coffin Sect could be.

"Young Master Ye, you are indeed powerful, almost unrivaled among the younger generation. But don't forget, you face the entire Spirit Coffin Sect. The foundation of the Spirit Coffin Sect is beyond what you can contend with!"

Lin Jian's lips curled up in a mocking smile, "If you stop now, it's not too late to preserve your life."

Bang!

As the words fell.

The entire Red Stone Inn fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

Previously.

They had been curious about what message the Spirit Coffin Sect would deliver. Now it seemed indeed as the rumors said, an irreconcilable enmity!

Moreover.

Lin Jian's words also revealed another issue, that the Spirit Coffin Sect harbored a secret unknown to outsiders.

"Really? Then what should I do?" Ye Qingchen asked casually, slightly raising his eyes.

"You don't need to do anything but spend thirteen years at the Spirit Coffin Sect. After all, there's too much blood on your hands, too many killings. You must recite scriptures day and night to atone for your sins. Once you wash away your sins, the Spirit Coffin Sect will naturally release you!"

Lin Jian smiled.

As he spoke, it was like he was a sage, his face full of compassion.

But Ye Qingchen laughed heartily:

"How utterly ridiculous! If it were someone else, they might actually believe you and follow you to the Spirit Coffin Sect."

Ye Qingchen spoke, his smile gradually turning cold, and his eyes glinting with a hint of coldness:

"Once I step into the Spirit Coffin Sect, I'd surely become your prey, captured without any resistance. As for life or death, it would be up to the Spirit Coffin Sect to decide!"

"Is that right?"

As Ye Qingchen spoke, the entire Red Stone Inn fell into a sudden stillness.

Looking at Lin Jian's rigid face, Ye Qingchen shook his head slowly.

During the month he spent being hunted by the Spirit Coffin Sect in Abyssal Valley, he had long understood their tactics clearly. Given the Spirit Coffin Sect's nature, they would never let matters rest easily!

To him, it seemed like a tactic to conquer without a fight.

Trusting in the Spirit Coffin Sect's compassion was akin to believing in a crocodile's tears.

"Exactly, you are absolutely right!"

The more Ye Qingchen spoke, the darker Lin Jian's face became, until he finally exposed his true intentions, looking at Ye Qingchen like a fierce wolf:

"But you are too arrogant! From the moment you stepped into the Red Stone Inn, you had no escape! Even if the Celestial Emperor himself were here tonight, he couldn't save you!"

Lin Jian sneered coldly.

In fact.

Regardless of whether Ye Qingchen came to the Red Stone Inn tonight or not, his fate was sealed. The Spirit Coffin Sect's disgrace could only be washed away with blood; there was no possibility of reconciliation.

"Oh, really? Just with those forces ambushing outside?"

Ye Qingchen said with a half-smile.

Naturally, as he came, he had sensed a group hiding outside the Red Stone Inn. Their aura was profound and deep; while it might escape others' notice in the inn, it could not deceive Ye Qingchen's senses.

However.

To his surprise, Lin Jian shook his head.

Ye Qingchen was slightly stunned.

It wasn't the ambush outside, could it be...

As soon as the thought rose.

A burst of wild laughter suddenly erupted from the void:

"Ye Qingchen, those people are nothing more than trivial ants. The real contenders are us!"

After finishing.

In the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Five figures emerged from the void out of thin air.

The five figures, with vast and formidable auras like deep seas, appeared floating in the void, like deities, enveloped in diverse radiance.

Ye Qingchen swept his gaze over them, his eyes narrowing:

"Five, Half-Step Celestial Saints?"