High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 568 - 400: Junlin Pavilion, Prototype of the Saint Realm Mark, Shadow of Time (5K8)

The drunkard’s hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly, blowing his beard and glaring, yet choked for words, finally stiffening his neck and continuing to drink.

"In any case, young lass, you just need to know one thing, the inheritance of the Ye Family’s ancestors is not so easy to obtain. Perhaps that one never intended for anyone to obtain it from the start."

"Take that little monster from the Huangfu Family for example, his martial arts talent is extraordinary not only in the present but would also be considered extraordinary a thousand years ago. Yet even that boy failed. Each person has only one chance to ascend the Junlin Pavilion of the Ye Family."

Upon hearing this, the pigtail-braided girl’s big clean eyes blinked.

"Drunkard senior, I haven’t seen the person you’re talking about, but I know someone else who is also very strong. I have seen that person. Even if he is not as strong as the person you mentioned right now, the future is uncertain!"

"He might just ascend to the top!"

"Peer?"

The girl nodded, then shook her head.

"He is very young, probably younger than the person you mentioned!"

"Hmm? Younger?! In the future, stronger than the Huangfu boy monster, then go ahead and tell me."

The drunkard became interested upon hearing this. Over the years, he had visited many countries and seen martial arts demons from various countries, such as the Holy Son and Saintess of the Bright Church Court, the heir of the United States’ oligarchic family, and the heir of the Sakura Daoist School.

Perhaps among these, there were anomalous talents that were shocking in some aspects, but in his view, these people might not necessarily reach the peak of martial arts. Their future achievements might not necessarily reach the height of Huangfu Tian.

Talent, character, and destiny are indispensable. He still feels that the boy from the Huangfu Family is currently the strongest of the new generation.

Unexpectedly, that guy would be the next standard-bearer of Huaxia’s next generation.

Could it be that during the years he was away from Huaxia, another peerless demon emerged? But if so, why didn’t the people from the Martial Arts Association mention it to him?

However, the pigtail-braided girl didn’t answer directly, a slyness flashed in her big eyes, with an expression of having succeeded in a scheme.

"Then Drunkard senior, tell me what is actually inside the Junlin Pavilion?"

The two exchanged words, the surrounding chaos reaching their ears, yet the strange thing was that the surrounding people couldn’t hear their conversation. A group of people at a table behind them noticed this anomaly, these people were from the First Saint Martial University.

"Everyone, stop looking. Don’t disturb that senior; that old man is very strong."

"How strong?"

"I’m afraid...not weaker than Principal Li of our school."

A man with an ordinary appearance but full of spirit transmitted with spiritual power, the one named Lu Xun, who had recently broken through to the Grandmaster Realm.

Ranking fourth within the First Saint Martial University, and in the combined rankings of the seven Saint Martial Universities, he could also rank in the top twenty. This time he came to celebrate the Ye Family’s birthday.

Hearing Lu Xun speak, several people couldn’t help but gasp. Principal Li, qualified to be the principal of the First Saint Martial University, was a Titled Grandmaster and not just an ordinary one at that.

"That old man looks so shabby... Is he really that strong?!" A girl still found it unbelievable and soon switched to spiritual transmission.

Lu Xun’s expression changed, then lightly nodded.

"Mind your words."

This gossip naturally didn’t escape the drunkard’s insight, but he didn’t care much about it. Currently, he only cared about who the girl was talking about that could be as strong as Huangfu Tian.

The drunkard raised his hand to lift the wine jug.

"Lass, the Junlin Pavilion is like the wine in this jug. The longer the time, the more fragrant it becomes. So, old wine is more popular and more valuable, and in some sense, it’s more powerful."

"Regarding the Ye Family’s Junlin Pavilion, I can only say that it’s like fine wine brewed by time. Although new wine is good, in the end, it cannot compare to old wine, differing in taste and style."

The girl didn’t drink alcohol, so upon hearing this, she was a bit puzzled but didn’t continue to question.

"Alright, enough about this. Now, lass, you should tell me who that person you mentioned is? Could it be a new disciple your master took in? But that can’t be right. Your master shouldn’t have taken a disciple."

"Drunkard senior, that person is called Su Mu."

"Su Mu? Never heard of him. What’s special about him?"

"I think he’s very good at mountain climbing."

Upon hearing this, the drunkard nearly spat out the wine in his mouth. What was this? His first thought was that Su Mu didn’t exist at all, just a figure casually made up by the girl.

Weren’t they talking about martial arts demons just now?

What nonsense was being good at mountain climbing?!

What does mountain climbing have to do with martial arts?

But in the corner of his eye, he saw the girl speaking earnestly, with great conviction. He merely raised an eyebrow and continued asking, "Very good at mountain climbing?"

"Yes!"

The girl nodded.

The drunkard couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, knowing he had been teased by the girl, so he took a big gulp of wine.

But then, he lost his composure, spurting out the wine in front of everyone. Yet the wine hovered in the air, and with a gesture, it all fell back into his cup.

"Others that day might have only noticed the phenomena of a thousand apes, a thousand whales, and a giant moon. They said it seemed like the three great phenomena, but that day, I saw the shadow of my master’s elder self on him. The moss-covered path, yet he walked without leaving any trace, as if a gust of wind had blown past."

Wait a minute?

A thousand apes, a thousand whales, and a giant moon phenomenon, could it be that it’s the mountain he’s thinking of?

Soon, his guess was confirmed.

"Lass, which mountain are you talking about?"

"Celestial Cloud Mountain."

The drunkard’s throat rolled once. He had been to that mountain once too, and the phenomenon he triggered was merely the cry of ten whales and ten apes. Did someone manage to trigger a thousand apes and a thousand whales, a hundred times what he did back then?!