C10 Transfer

It was getting dark. Under the setting sun, a disappointed youth stood silently under the stone tablet, looking at the final dazzling message on the stone tablet. He slowly lowered his head, an indescribable irony in his heart. The last person on the ranking list, Lu Yao.

And that, on the ranking list that was illuminated by the evening light, the number one stood tall and did not fall. That was his father. There was a saying that a tiger's father did not have a dog's son, but he himself was the last one. The disparity between them was so great that it made people laugh.

The youth lowered his head. A wave of otherworldly sorrow brewed within his heart.

"What's going on? The stone tablet has malfunctioned?"

"That idiot didn't even buy the stone tablet. Haha "

The light faded, and then the entire place became silent. Then, the bustling sounds slowly lit up the entire place.

The Spirit Assessing Stone Tablet was an extremely important resource of the clan. Therefore, the clan valued it very much. Even if it was an elder of the clan who attacked, they would still be able to easily withstand it. It was impossible for the light to retreat completely. This was because the disappearance of the light meant that the Spirit Assessing Stone had encountered an energy that it was unable to withstand or recognize.

Of course, none of the youths who had never experienced the world would understand such a thing. Thus, they, who did not know the meaning of this, treated this as a joke to sensationalize the crowd.

However, the group of elders was in an uproar. Lu Cangyang's desolate eyes lit up, and he silently revealed a slight smile.

In the leader's seat, Lu Jiuchen's expression was tightly knitted, as if he was deep in thought. Immediately, his pupils shrunk and a trace of shock surged up.

That was thirteen years ago, during the night when the purple clouds attacked the sky. Just a trace of energy fluctuation had caused the three Divine Vigour Stage experts to retreat. That energy was exactly the same as the energy aura that flashed across Lu Yao's body just now!

"Chi, thirteen years old. A Third Level Spirit Warrior, a genius who has been there for a few years, do you think you have gone into your stomach?"

"I really don't know how he got such a good reputation back then. "

"Bullshit genius, he's just a trash, what's the point of being noisy?"

A cold smile was like a wave, it was always able to stir up an undercurrent in a calm and peaceful situation, hitting Lu Yao's weak heart. The accumulated sadness had made Lu Yao's mood lower and lower.

Trash, trash, trash. This title had been worn by Lu Yao for three years. Now, he absolutely didn't want to continue his decadent life, let alone the fact that he was once a genius of his family. From glory to desolation. From the peak to the bottom, from heaven to hell. That sort of rise and fall was unforgettable.

The whispers under the field gradually spread and magnified endlessly in Lu Yao's heart. The mockery and sarcasm were like iron nails that were carved into that broken heart. All the accumulated anger and anger burst out. His eyes flickered continuously, and all kinds of different kinds of emotions were narrating the surging grief and anger. Facing the cold eyes of the audience, he slowly turned his head, and his pale face turned into a strange cold smile.

"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to shout at me? At least, I have been glorious!"

There was a touch of coldness between his eyebrows and a faint madness between his lips and teeth. Lu Yao looked at the noisy crowd and welcomed the cold and mocking laughter. He looked like a brave warrior who did not care about death standing at the tip of the storm and welcoming the sickle of the god of death.

"In the annual competition half a year from now, I will definitely climb to the top once again. Otherwise, I will leave my home. "

Lu Yao's eyes were extremely sharp. He looked at the elders who were whispering to each other in the elder's seat. Seeing the faint mockery and regret on their faces, Lu Yao gritted his teeth and roared at them.

The last few words seemed to have used up all his strength.

As his voice fell, the people in the Spirit Assessment Arena started to make noise. They were overestimating themselves and dreaming. They were struggling to survive. This series of words became synonymous with Lu Yao. It was as if chains were trying to bind the latter tightly, leaving no room for him to turn the situation around.

Ignoring everything, he allowed the sonorous words to be carved into the air. Then, Lu Yao jumped down from the high platform and supported Qing'er. He walked out of the Spirit Assessment Hall, leaving people with a firm back as if he was suing them.

Seeing the man and woman leaving, the crowd couldn't help but have an indescribable feeling. The young man's sonorous words once again entered the hearts of everyone. If the competition at the end of the year was still desolate, then he would leave home.

It was as if he was arrogant, but also as if it was only natural.

The noisy crowd burst into an uproar under an agitated mood. Many people in the crowd shook their heads and scoffed at the youth's frivolous words and delusions.

"Do you believe me? Xiao. "

In the crowd, a young man who looked like a gust of wind was staring at the back of the person who had left with a dazed expression. Strands of faint praise were emitted from his face as Lu Qiongxin spoke in a faint voice. The Son of Heaven beside him, who looked like a sun, looked at Lu Qiongxin in surprise.

"I actually believe it?!"

Under Lu Jiaxiao's surprised gaze, Lu Qiongxin smiled delightfully. A trace of aftertaste appeared in his eyes, and the light in his eyes became as hot as fire. I like his courage. I like the unyielding spirit that ignited in his heart. A man should be like this. This is the heart of a strong warrior.

"Oh? You also believe such inconceivable words, haha. "

Lu Jiaxiao seemed to have understood Lu Qiongxin. He said in surprise, then laughed loudly. After which, his smile slowly withdrew between his brows, and it condensed into a kind of anticipation and emotion.

"It's only half a year. How many steps can he go from level three to level three? Moreover, there's something wrong with his body. What other chances do you have? "

Lu Jiaxiao said lightly, without any sarcasm. It was as if he was simply analyzing a problem.

"However, what this guy doesn't lack the most is creating miracles. "

Putting away his indifferent expression, Lu Jiaxiao's brows knitted into a knot. His eyes were burning with passion.

"Just like the miraculous rise and fall of the past. Actually, I am also looking forward to his next miracle, rebirth. "

Looking at Lu Qiongxin, Lu Jiaxiao fixed his eyes on the stone monument on the stage and spoke in a daze. The only thing that could be seen was the scorching heat of his eyes, revealing his excitement and joy. He yearned to have an opponent, an opponent who could make him restless at any moment, and a person who could motivate him to fly higher and higher.

On the high platform, in the elder's seat, the intense shock brought by the purple intent was concealed in Lu Jiuchen's eyes. He slightly turned his head to look at Lu Cangyang.

"Cangyang, bring Yao with you in the meeting room tonight. I will see what's so strange about his body. "

. . .

The breeze was accompanied by a soft whisper. Under the illumination of the setting sun, the unfinished test continued until the sun set in the west. When the test was completed, the crowd dispersed.

"Hey, remember that one month later. "

Lu Hanyang said lightly and shook his fist at Lu Jiaxiao.

"I told you, I will accompany you. "

Under the sunset, Lu Jiaxiao smiled. His voice spread to the surrounding crowd, causing an uproar. It was common knowledge that a fierce battle would break out in a month's time.

The children swept away all of their emotions, just like when they came in the morning, they were full of anticipation and excitement. Now, after the test, all of the dust had fallen, and everything had a result.

Tomorrow would be the family's memorial, and the ancestral grave at the back of the mountain would welcome new brilliance.

Starlight flickered about. Tonight's starlight was perfect and flawless, and the moonlight scattered about. The great earth was covered in silvery-white radiance.

Lu Yao was lying on a haystack, and his mouth was holding a stalk of dogtail grass. He looked at the starry sky, and lightly bit the grass, allowing the bitter taste to spread through his mouth, until it stimulated every nerve. The starlight flashed and it seemed like he didn't speak, but it also seemed like he fell to the ground without making a sound. Suddenly, Lu Yao stood up angrily.

"F * ck, evil heavens, you want to play? Young master, I'll play with you. "

Lu Yao angrily stood up and pointed at the vast sky. A pebble was thrown at the sky, as if it was going to shoot down the stars in the sky.

Under the tent, Qing'er poked her head out and looked at Lu Yao who was on the haystack. She giggled and said.

"Brother, what are you playing with? I will play with you. "

Before she finished speaking.

"Ah, whose wild child threw the stones, my feet. . . "

With a miserable and angry cry, Lu Yao frantically rolled down from the haystack and strode into the courtyard.

"Then, stop playing, stop playing," Qing'er timidly withdrew her little head.

The night was quiet and desolate.

Before dinner, Lu Jiuchen had surveyed Qing'er and Lu Yao once, but he did not detect any abnormalities at all. Helplessly, he could only send them back.

The starry sky seemed to be spinning in a low manner. The clouds were surging with an inexplicable aura, as if a huge chessboard was moving.

No one knew that a major turning point was brewing in the darkness.