"Lord Jingyuan, if you need anything, just let me know!" Long Chen hurriedly said.
"This Shadow Bat Hairpin is a token of the Shadow Bat Demon clan. Back then, I helped someone keep it. Countless years have passed in a flash. According to our agreement, when the Nine Heavens reunite, I will return this Shadow Bat Hairpin to its rightful owner."
On this journey to Emperor Heaven, if you encounter anyone from the Shadow Bat Demon clan, hand over the bat hairpin to them. "The Lord of the Pure Courtyard slowly picked up the hairpin and handed the wooden box to Long Chen.
Strangely, when the wooden box closed, the fierce aura of the bat hairpin was instantly blocked. This seemingly inconspicuous wooden box was also remarkably proven.
"This hairpin belongs to the demon clan, right? And I ...," Long Chen suddenly felt a bit troubled.
Long Chen had slain countless demon clan experts in his life, and his body had long been branded with a mark of hatred. Anyone from the demon clan could clearly feel the mark of hatred in him, asking Long Chen to deliver something to the demons; if anything else arrived, he would also send the person away.
"Not all demons deserve to die, and not all humans deserve to live. At this stage, why are your eyes still limited to races?" Lord Jingyuan shook his head and said.
Long Chen was stunned. He suddenly remembered the powerful Winged Demon Clan member he had met at the Wine God Palace. He looked at the wooden box in his hand and nodded, saying,
"Understood, kid."
As he spoke, Long Chen put away the wooden box. As for the origin of the hairpin, Long Chen didn't press further. His intuition told him it might involve the privacy of the Pure Courtyard Master.
After entrusting the wooden box to Long Chen and encouraging everyone a few times, the Master of the Pure Institute left. At that moment, the academy's summons order had already been issued, and all Divine Venerable disciples began to assemble.
The Divine Lord Realm—when Long Chen first entered the academy, that was an unattainable height. Back then, rumors spread outside that the academy's dean, Bai Letian, was only an Immortal King.
Even now, Long Chen and the others had reached the Divine Venerable Realm, yet they still couldn't understand the realms of the academy's higher-ups. Their realms seemed to rise because of everyone's advancement.
The Divine Venerable Realm was only the disciples' realm now. When millions of academy disciples gathered, Long Chen and the others were stunned. When did Lingxiao Academy have so many Divine Venerable Realm disciples?
After some inquiry, they learned that recently, many disciples had joined Lingxiao Academy, but they had only just passed the preliminary assessment and could only be considered outer disciples.
Long Chen and the others suddenly understood. Many of these disciples were here to take advantage; they wanted to use the Lingxiao Academy name to enter Emperor Heaven and avoid being bullied.
Of course, quite a few people, because their families are weak and can't join other factions, think Lingxiao Academy is a good choice.
A large number of people also came for Long Chen. In the cultivation world, following the strong has never been shameful; as long as the followers are strong enough, it is a supreme honor.
Under the pressure of countless forces from Emperor Heaven, Long Chen launched a powerful counterattack, even repelling two large-scale attacks from the Heavenly Mansion, killing the Nine-Star Destiny in one blow, and became the undefeated God of War in the hearts of many.
These powerful individuals join Lingxiao Academy, hoping that one day they will catch Long Chen's eye. If they get the chance to become members of the Dragon Blood Legion, they can follow Long Chen and fight across the land.
Although both the Dragon Blood Legion and Lingxiao Academy had said they would not recruit new members, Bai Xiaole's addition still gave countless people hope.
As long as you are strong and outstanding enough, even if you don't have opportunities, you can still create them. That's why many people come for this dream.
Most importantly, even if this dream doesn't come true, staying at Lingxiao Academy is still a very good choice. After all, the title of the number one academy in the world is well deserved.
When Long Chen led the Dragon Blood Legion to the academy square, over a million Divine Venerable disciples had already been waiting for a long time. After all, they were about to step into the Emperor's Heaven, and no one could help but be excited—they had arrived early.
Meanwhile, disciples of other levels in the academy had already lined up to bid farewell. The crowd was seamless, and when Long Chen and the others appeared, a wave of cheers erupted from all directions.
For a moment, Long Chen's name, the Dragon Blood Legion, and even names like Guo Ran, Xia Chen, Yue Zifeng, Bai Shishi, Bai Xiaole, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, and others were called out endlessly, wave after wave. The scene sent chills down their spines and made their blood boil without them noticing.
Watching these academy disciples shout wildly, each of their eyes filled with fanaticism and admiration, even Long Chen felt waves of warmth surging in his heart.
Guo Ran and the others never expected that even they would be so popular. Hearing others call their names, some were already screaming hoarsely, tears welling up, desperately waving at them, just to attract their attention and get a glimpse of them.
"When did we become so famous?" Guo Ran was completely stunned.
Long Chen patted Guo Ran on the shoulder and said, "In this world, everyone is unique; no one can overshadow someone else's brilliance."
People who like you will always notice your unique shining points; those who admire you may find your flaws also your characteristics—that's what sets you apart. Facing
the thunderous cheers and shouts, Guo Ran and the others were fired up. Guo Ran shouted loudly:
"Junior brothers and sisters, don't worry! Wait until we break into Emperor Heaven and carve out a world that belongs to us."
When you enter the Emperor's Heaven again, you won't have to endure bloodshed and chaos again; what awaits you will be a peaceful world. Guo
Ran's shout ignited everyone's passion. Countless people shouted desperately, their voices shaking the heavens and earth.
"Your skills have improved. This is more sentimental than reciting that awkward broken poem." Xia Chen, sitting next to Guo Ran, gave him a thumbs-up.
"Nonsense, my poetry is still quite skilled, you know?" Guo Ran said dismissively.
Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, Long Chen and the others walked to the front of the group. Led by Bai Zhantang, they bid farewell to the academy's senior management, then waved goodbye to the academy disciples. Under countless gazes, the procession marched out of Lingxiao Academy in great grandeur.
As soon as they left Lingxiao Academy, a group joined in. This group was none other than disciples of the Xinghe Sect, who had been waiting outside the gate a day in advance.
The Xinghe Sect has always regarded Long Chen as the true ancestor, because without him, there would be no current Xinghe Sect. Even the current sect leader reveres Long Chen like a deity.
Long Chen led a mighty procession straight toward the Nine Heavens Gate. At that moment, he was filled with excitement, as if he had returned to the scene when he set out from the Fengming Empire, filled with anticipation for the future.
Because he had a premonition that in Emperor Heaven, his parents were waiting for his arrival. At this moment, he was full of confidence in himself.
"Emperor Tian, I'm here!"