Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Bone Age Not Exceeding a Hundred, Shocking Everyone

According to the standards of the Holy Land, anyone below five hundred years old can still be considered part of the young generation.

After all, cultivators in the Holy Land stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, living for an extraordinarily long time, often exceeding ten thousand years.

In the younger generation, the threshold for cultivation is the Earth Immortal Realm.

Those who can reach the Earth Immortal Realm before the age of five hundred are deemed genius cultivators.

If someone can reach the Earth Immortal Realm before the age of one hundred, they are regarded as a prodigy.

The two individuals before us are the Saint Son and Saintess of the Northern Ancient Holy Land, possessing excellent talent and access to cultivation resources far beyond that of ordinary cultivators, thus achieving the Earth Immortal Realm within fifty years.

They belong to the upper echelon of prodigies, which is why they are so arrogant.

“Unable to match others and yet you accuse my young master of disguising himself? It seems that your Northern Ancient Holy Land is filled with petty people with empty names!”

“As the saying goes, there are people outside of people, and heavens beyond heavens. You insignificant rodents, blinded by one leaf, like frogs at the bottom of a well, how can you recognize the true prodigies of this world?”

“Having a little talent, yet being oblivious to your own limits, perfectly illustrates the old saying ‘those who humiliate others are constantly humiliated themselves.’ I ask you, are you willing to accept this?”

Seeing the flustered yet helpless expressions of those from the Northern Ancient Holy Land, the Long Family immediately seized the opportunity to harshly ridicule them.

“Impossible! There cannot be a prodigy among your Long Family’s younger generation who achieved immortality within a hundred years. How can you so brazenly insult my Saint Son and Saintess, not fearing that word of this will spread and bring shame to you all?”

The Black-Clothed Elder did not believe that the Long Family possessed such a genius, his forehead veins bulging in anger.

It was not that the old man lacked knowledge.

In nearly a hundred thousand years of history on the Xuanyuan Continent, there were only a handful of individuals who achieved immortality in a hundred years.

Moreover, weren’t those people who accomplished this all heirs of astonishing legacies from forbidden areas?

The Long Family could not possibly have such fortune!

“I refuse to accept it!”

At this moment, the Saintess Mu Wan, having been revived by celestial energy and medicine, awakened.

She put on a set of clothes, although the bloodstains quickly turned her white attire red.

“Refuse? If I had exerted even half my strength, you would have turned to ashes by now! What gives you the confidence to refuse?”

Chen Ansheng’s gaze swept over Mu Wan, his mind recalling the moment her clothes burst apart.

“Your cultivation period is definitely more than a hundred years! Why should I accept you?” Mu Wan gritted her teeth, deeply humiliated!

“Haha, you want to convince me wholeheartedly? Then let me accommodate you; let’s verify your bone age!”

Chen Ansheng had intended to quell the other’s arrogance with this move, not leaving any shadow of doubt on their hearts would be a waste of time.

“Verify! If your bone age does not exceed one hundred, I will kneel and admit my mistake!”

Beside him, Zhu Ji also found it unbelievable that in this era, there could be a prodigy who could utterly crush him. If he didn’t get to the bottom of this, his heart would be unstable and he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep well.

“Your worthless knees are not worth anything. I don’t care for your kneeling. After we verify your bone age, you’ll obediently let your junior sister fulfill the bet,” Chen Ansheng said, watching Zhu Ji with amusement.

Zhu Ji’s scalp instantly felt numb. He thought, what if… what if this kid’s bone age really doesn’t exceed a hundred? What would he do then?

Impossible, it can’t be true!

Let’s verify first!

Thus, Zhu Ji darkened his face, turning away, neither actively agreeing nor refusing.

“Saintess, do you really want to verify his bone age?”

The White-Clothed Elder, who had been silent for a while, felt uneasy in his heart.

He thought that if they left now, the Northern Ancient Holy Land wouldn’t lose face, after all, they could always claim that the Long Family was using deceit.

But if they really verified the bone age and he was indeed under a hundred years old… then the face of the Northern Ancient Holy Land would be utterly lost.

“Why not verify! Our testing stone can even measure the bone age of our ancestors. We’re not afraid of any tricks!” Mu Wan responded coldly.

“Indeed, we’re not afraid of tricks, but what if he really…” the White-Clothed Elder worriedly said.

“There are no ‘what ifs’!” Mu Wan snapped, interrupting the White-Clothed Elder.

“Then we shall proceed as the Saintess says.” The White-Clothed Elder had no choice but to comply.

Immediately, he took out a palm-sized stone, a precious artifact obtained from a relic of an ancient sect which could accurately test any person’s physique and bone age.

The Northern Ancient Holy Land had discovered tens of thousands of such stones, which is why the elder carried one with him.

“Do you dare use my Holy Land’s testing stone?” the elder stepped forward, speaking in a solemn tone.

“What is there to fear?” Chen Ansheng replied indifferently.

“Good, you only need to hold this stone, and the results will be clear!”

The elder tossed the testing stone over.

Chen Ansheng caught it firmly in his hand.

In an instant, two kinds of light shot up from the testing stone.

One was a discontinuous three streaks of red light, representing that Chen Ansheng’s bone age did not exceed forty!

The other was a sword-shaped green light that shot into the sky.

“Profound Grade Sword Body! Bone age less than forty…”

Seeing this scene, those from the Northern Ancient Holy Land all widened their eyes in shock.

The Profound Grade Sword Body didn’t stun them too much, as the Northern Ancient Holy Land had gathered talents from across the world, and there had been higher sword bodies among their disciples.

But the fact that his bone age was less than forty felt like a poisoned arrow piercing their hearts, causing them extreme discomfort.

“How is this possible…”

Mu Wan was completely dazed, her head buzzing, feeling as though a mortal was drowning.

“Bone age not exceeding forty!”

Zhu Ji was frozen in place, his face twitching involuntarily.

He considered lying, claiming that the three streaks of red light represented a bone age over three hundred.

But was that even possible?

The testing from the various Holy Lands and ancient families was fairly consistent, anyone could see what those two kinds of light represented – they couldn’t be deceived!

Not only the people from the Northern Ancient Holy Land but even those from the Long Family were utterly astonished, their mouths agape.

They had originally thought that Chen Ansheng was a loose cultivator who had cultivated for over ten thousand years, merely trying to provoke them. Little did they know he was actually under a hundred years old, which truly shocked their celestial souls!

“Junior Sister, what should we do?” Zhu Ji communicated to Mu Wan, his voice laced with a whimper.

“I… I don’t know! How would I know?” Mu Wan’s brain was a mess, and in extreme anxiety, she burst into tears.

The two stunned old men in black and white robes tried to regain their composure.

The White-Clothed Elder stepped forward and bowed to Chen Ansheng, “This time, we acted recklessly, not knowing there are talents beyond our own. We have offended you, Young Master, and we humbly ask for your forgiveness.”

Admitting fault, apologizing!

But would that be effective?

Losing only to say a few soft words in submission?

It’s not that simple.

Moreover, the White-Clothed Elder’s apology didn’t seem genuine, most likely driven by the situation and a desire to escape, and Chen Ansheng could see right through it.

“Who made a bet with me just now? It should be executed by now.”

Chen Ansheng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind, exuding an aura of unparalleled celestial spirit.

“As the saying goes, when one can bear, they should bear; if you are unwilling to let this go, are you not afraid of making things spiral to an irretrievable state?” the Black-Clothed Elder spoke, but his tone was unpleasant.

“Threatening me?”

Chen Ansheng’s cold gaze swept over them.

Clang!

The Celestial Sword had already formed in his hand.