These were two young men.
Upon appearing, they also stood beside White Crane, clearly indicating they were all part of the same group.
Xiaolian also knew them—they were also members of the Nine-Hua Alliance, one named Kai Feng, the other named Gao Jie.
Although these two were not as famous as White Crane, they were both prodigies of the Nine-Hua Alliance and renowned Great Natural Order Color Spirit geniuses across the Four Great Regions. One was a Color Spirit genius at the third realm, eighth stage, while the other was at the fourth realm, eighth stage.
"Brother White Crane, should we make them scram?"
The man named Kai Feng swept his gaze over Xiaolian and Gu Qingfeng, then directly fixed it on Chen Yue. He snorted coldly and barked disdainfully, "My elder brother, Tai Xuan White Crane, is here! Why aren't you scramming yet?"
Chen Yue stood quietly, paying no heed. Beside her, Xiaolian shouted at him, "Can't you speak like a Human? Why don't you scram!"
"Overestimating yourself!"
Although Kai Feng could also sense that the Spiritual Breath emanating from Chen Yue was extraordinary, with Young Lord White Crane and the two senior experts backing him, he naturally didn't take her seriously. Just as he was about to make a move to teach her a lesson, a woman's voice rang out.
"Young Master Kai Feng, I advise you not to act impulsively."
As the voice fell, a figure flashed over—it was a woman.
A woman dressed flamboyantly, strikingly beautiful and alluring. She wore a smooth, short skirt that revealed her fragrant shoulders above and her slender legs below, exuding a captivating, seductive charm.
Xiaolian might not recognize this woman, but Chen Yue did.
She was Ye Rou, a direct disciple of Feng Hui Sect, the premier cultivation sect of the Liuli Great Region.
A Color Spirit genius rumored to possess Ninefold Flowing Color, and also a woman rumored in whispers to have a heart as venomous as a snake.
After appearing, her gaze similarly swept over Xiaolian and Gu Qingfeng before settling on Chen Yue. She smiled and said,
"Daring to bring two youngsters with such weak cultivation into the Black-Raven Secret Realm—do you think she could be an ordinary person?"
The alluring woman wore a smile at the corner of her mouth as she looked Chen Yue up and down. "Moreover, judging from the Spiritual Breath flowing from her... heh, it's quite complex...
There are as many as three types. One is a Golden Core Breath, one is a Great Natural Order Color Spirit Breath, and the other is a Bloodline Breath. Are you sure you'd be her match?"
The existence of Spiritual Breath is invisible and intangible.
It can only be detected through divine sense.
All things in the world, as long as they contain spirituality, possess Spiritual Breath.
Cultivators are no exception.
Every cultivator has their own unique Spiritual Breath.
Typically, most ordinary cultivators possess only one type of Spiritual Breath—that which is contained within their own cultivation base.
If at the True Body realm, it naturally contains True Body Spiritual Breath.
If at the Purple Mansion realm, it contains Purple Mansion Spiritual Breath.
Of course.
Some geniuses might possess two types of Spiritual Breath.
Besides the Spiritual Breath contained within their own cultivation, they might also have Spiritual Breath from a Great Natural Order Color Spirit, or perhaps from a Bloodline, or from a Treasure Body, or from an Immortal Lineage.
In this world, a saying has always circulated:
One Spiritual Breath is worse than a dog, meet two and bow your head as you go, encounter three and don't look back, come across four and kneel down at once.
This phrase perfectly illustrates the status of Spiritual Breath.
Typically, the more types of Spiritual Breath a person has, the more it indicates that person is not to be trifled with.
Two types of Spiritual Breath—one of them is either from a Great Natural Order Color Spirit, or a Bloodline, or a Treasure Body.
If there are three types, then besides the Spiritual Breath from their own cultivation, the other two become more complex.
However.
Nothing in the world is absolute.
Having more types of Spiritual Breath only indicates a person has great potential and possesses uniquely favorable conditions; it does not represent their true strength.
If one's own cultivation is strong enough, crushing a genius with two types of Spiritual Breath is not difficult.
Moreover, Great Natural Order Color Spirits are divided into nine levels, Bloodlines have true and false distinctions, Treasure Bodies are divided into three grades, and Immortal Lineages are separated by generations.
Chen Yue emanated three types of Spiritual Breath.
One was Golden Core Breath—as for whether it was nine-revolutions, unless she made a move, no one could detect it.
Another was Great Natural Order Color Spirit Breath—similarly, unless she manifested it, no one could detect it.
And another was Bloodline Breath—again, unless she activated her Bloodline, no one would know.
A person's Spiritual Breath cannot be concealed, but there are many varieties of Spiritual Breath. Based on Spiritual Breath alone, it is impossible to determine the specifics. For example, Great Natural Order Color Spirit Breath—first-level Ordinary Color is Color Spirit Breath, seventh-level Jade Color is also Color Spirit Breath, Ninefold Flowing Color is likewise Color Spirit Breath. From the Spiritual Breath alone, one simply cannot judge its level.
Suddenly.
"Heh, I didn't expect it to be so lively today."
A light, laughing voice came.
It did not come from inside the pagoda, but from outside.
Everyone looked over to see a young man in cyan robes riding the wind as he arrived.
His hands were clasped behind his back. He had handsome features, an extraordinary bearing, and wore a smile on his face, appearing calm and composed.
"Zhuo Feng!"
Seeing the cyan-robed young man, Young Lord White Crane was first startled, then a flash of anger passed through his eyes as he sneered, "It's you again!"
"Young Lord White Crane, my apologies, we meet again...
What a coincidence."
Zhuo Feng entered the ancient pagoda, smiling as he greeted Young Lord White Crane.
"Young Master Zhuo, long time no see."
"Ha!"
Looking at Ye Rou, Zhuo Feng chuckled in surprise. "Miss Ye Rou, when did you leave seclusion?"
"Not long ago."
Zhuo Feng?
Hearing this name, Xiaolian, standing beside Chen Yue, immediately thought of someone—the leader of the Nine Young Masters of the Fire Cloud Branch seemed to be named Zhuo Feng.
She looked at White Crane, then at Zhuo Feng and Ye Rou, feeling quite astonished inwardly. Her small mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated and held back.
Xiaolian hadn't expected to encounter these three here.
It was no exaggeration to say that these three were among the top-tier genius prodigies of the Liuli Great Region, and even across the Four Great Regions, they were notable figures.
The three shared a common trait.
They were all Great Natural Order Ninefold Flowing Color prodigies.
Ninefold Flowing Color—this was the highest, most complete realm of natural colorful spirits, also the most profound and wondrous Color Spirit.
It was said that only Ninefold Flowing Color could be considered a true Color Spirit in the meaningful sense, and only Ninefold Flowing Color could unleash the true profound mysteries of the Color Spirit. Because Ninefold Flowing Color contained the might of the Great Natural Order. Once manifested, one would be clad in flowing light, treading upon rainbows, with radiant colors shifting unpredictably, momentum like a rainbow—exceptionally formidable. Ordinary cultivators would find it hard to even stand steadily before it.
And this was merely the might of the Great Natural Order.
The profound mysteries of Ninefold Flowing Color were even more formidable. The power of its mysteries was like wind, thunder, and clouds in motion—vast and boundless, as terrifying as a storm of the Great Natural Order.
Inside the ancient pagoda.
Chen Yue stood quietly, her expression cool and detached, silent. Xiaolian stood beside her, her large eyes looking around.
Gu Qingfeng also stood nearby, his handsome face wearing a leisurely expression. His eyes were narrowed slightly, a smile on his face as he ate Redleaf Monster Fruitlets. He glanced at White Crane, then looked at Zhuo Feng, swept his gaze over Ye Rou, and let it pass over Chen Yue—his manner was like someone watching a spectacle.