Chapter 883: Peerless Genius (1/2)

Beside the Heavenly God’s godhead, there was also an enormous egg with tiny flickering lightning patterns on its surface.

One could feel the beating pulse from the egg, which caused even the surrounding space to ripple.

This was a lightning beast egg, possessing a top ranked bloodline even in the Divine World!

The spectating cultivators gasped for breath with gleaming desire in their eyes.

After the lightning beast egg, a token inscribed with Divine World symbols appeared in front of Huang Xiaolong. Next to the token was a Divine World cultivation technique manual, glowing with an alluring light.

Next, one hundred sacred grade immortal spirit stones!

One hundred Heavenly God Pills refined by Heavenly Gods!

One hundred All-spirit Divine Fruits!

Before many feverish and greedy gazes coming from the cultivators in the square, Huang Xiaolong collected all of this into his Asura Ring with a wave of his hand.

That Divine World messenger spoke some perfunctory words before sending Huang Xiaolong away. He acknowledged respectfully and flew off the Highgod Advancement Podium back to the Aeon Square below.

Following that, the Divine World messenger had Wangu Yanhui, Zhou Yao, Mu Qi, and the others come up to the podium to receive their rewards. After saying a few words, the Divine World messenger gave the participants ranking from second to ten their rewards, however, the ones ranked after that did not have such a privilege. After the nine disciples’ rewards were distributed, the Divine World messenger indicated they could return to the square.

Soon, all the rewards for the top one thousand were given out.

The space tear in the sky mended itself, and that tall figure disappeared before everyone’s eyes. From the beginning until the end, no one ever saw the messenger’s face.

When things calmed down, the Wangu Clan group of Elders came in front of Huang Xiaolong and other disciples, informing them that the Wangu Clan Patriarch had prepared a celebration banquet, inviting Huang Xiaolong and several others to attend it at the residence of their main branch.

Naturally, most of these disciples readily agreed to attend.

Watching this, Huang Xiaolong naturally couldn't decline, hence he was also among the disciples heading to the Wangu Clan’s banquet. Before that, though, he went to his Master Feng Yang’s side and told them to return to the Surging Waves Mansion and wait for him there.

Feng Yang nodded incessantly, advising Huang Xiaolong to build a good rapport with some Wangu Clan core disciples as well as other galaxies’ disciples, and also reminding him to avoid conflict with others if possible.

Huang Xiaolong nodded, obediently complying while smiling wryly in his heart.

Feng Yang watched Huang Xiaolong leaving with other disciples and Wangu Clan Elders, beaming. His heart was filled with contentment, comfort, astonishment, and a surreal feeling.

Before the tournament, it had never ever crossed his mind that his disciple could win the first place. He could already imagine the great waves of shock spreading over the Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird Galaxies when they would receive this news.

“Father, what do we do now?” Yelu Tianhao glared venomously at Huang Xiaolong’s figure leaving with the Wangu Clan Elders.

Yelu Chufei’s eyes gleamed coldly, “Let’s first return to the Saint Lord Galaxy! I don’t believe that Huang Xiaolong can hide here in the Aeon City his entire life! The time they leave the city to return to the Black Tortoise Galaxy is the time they die!”

Yelu Chufei did not linger around the square. With a flick of his sleeve, he led his group away, out of the Aeon City, rushing back to the Saint Lord Galaxy.

While the Yelu Family members were rushing back to the Saint Lord Galaxy, Huang Xiaolong and the other disciples reached the Wangu Clan’s main residence.

At the banquet, Huang Xiaolong’s sitting was arranged at the head of all other disciples, having the same degree of importance as the Wangu Clan Patriarch.

No doubt, Huang Xiaolong had become the center of attention during the banquet, even the brightness of the acclaimed peerless genius of the Wangu Clan in the last ten million years, Wangu Yanhui, dimmed before him.

During the banquet, the Wangu Clan Elders were almost taking turns toasting to Huang Xiaolong. Even the smile on Wangu Yutai’s face, who was the Patriarch, seemed friendly and warm.

This brought many envious gazes from other galaxies’ disciples, without exception. Some had hatred and jealousy laced within, one amongst them was Zhou Yao.

Watching Huang Xiaolong being at the center of attention, Zhou Yao was sneering in his heart, ‘Punk, let’s see how long you can enjoy this, hmph!’