Chapter 661: The Chances Are Not High
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After hearing Wang Mang’s words, the black-robed, white-haired elder looked at Wang Mang with a bright gaze, but then shook his head and said, “Wang Mang! It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but currently there are only three people in our faction who are qualified to compete for the position of Holy Son.”
“The other two are a sixth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert and an eighth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert.”
“Actually, even if you want to become the Holy Son, although it’s not impossible, the chances are not high either.”
“Let me tell you the truth. If one wants to become the Holy Son, one needs to at least have the strength of a Saint Emperor realm expert.”
“Without that level of strength, they can only remain candidates for the position.”
It was obvious that the black-robed, white-haired old man thought highly of Wang Mang to be telling all of this. However, Wang Mang’s strength had yet to reach the required level.
If he were to help Wang Mang, who knew how many resources he would have to expend? It would likely cost the faction at least a few billion immortal stones.
Moreover, he might even need more resources to be able to obtain the position of Holy Son. Therefore, it was not a wise investment, especially given the fact that there was an even stronger genius in the faction.
Perhaps this would change if Wang Mang managed to reach the eighth level of the Zenith Heaven realm.
Wang Mang’s expression turned ugly after hearing the black-robed elder’s words, and he understood that this was due to his shortcomings in strength.
The faction would give their full support to the eighth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert, while Wang Mang and the other sixth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert would simply participate in the competition for the experience.
If they were lucky, they might become one of the candidates for the position. There were three candidate positions under the Holy Son, which basically represented the three strongest geniuses aside from the Holy Son.
If something happened to the Holy Son, or if he died in an accident,one of these candidates would inherit the position of the Holy Son.
Similarly, while outside, only the Holy Son could declare himself to be the Holy Son of the holy land, and his words and actions represented the dignity of the Myriad Demon Holy Land.
However, the candidates were not allowed to do this, and were merely considered more privileged disciples of the Myriad Demon Holy Land.
To put it bluntly, the Holy Son was equivalent to the Crown Prince of a Holy Land, while the candidates were the other princes.
The difference did not seem big, but it was actually huge.
This was because if nothing unexpected happened, the Holy Son would become the master of the Holy Land in the future, whereas the candidates would only be able to take up an elder position.
Therefore, Wang Mang was definitely not interested in becoming a mere candidate. After all, his mission was to become the Holy Son, and not a candidate.
His expression darkened at this thought, and he could not help but ask, “Senior, how long will the selection process for the Holy Son take?”
Hearing this, the black-robed, white-haired old man chuckled and said, “Call me Third Elder!”
“As for the selection, there’s still a month until it begins.”
“Although the possibility of you becoming the Holy Son is not high, I think you can still fight for the candidate position.”
“Once you become a candidate, you’ll be able to become an elder in the Myriad Demon Holy Land in the future.”
At this point, the black-robed white-haired old man said with a desolate expression, “Back then, I didn’t have the qualifications to compete for the position of Holy Son, but I gave it my all and managed to become the last-ranking candidate.”
“This was how I eventually became an elder of the Myriad Demon Holy Land.”
“As for the Holy Son who defeated me back then, he’s the current Holy Master, and has probably reached the Fiendgod realm.”
“Sigh, 1 don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to reach such heights.”
After hearing the old man’s words, Wang Mang roughly understood the old man’s background. It turned out that this old man was once a candidate, but he was at the bottom of the hierarchy. However, he was not weak.
Furthermore, Wang Mang could roughly tell from the old man’s words that he would need an even more terrifying amount of resources to advance from the Saint Emperor realm to the Fiendgod realm.
The amount of resources was so great that even a peak-level Saint Emperor like this old man would feel despair. Otherwise, this old man would not have said such words.
Wang Mang did not know what to say, and simply silently followed behind the old man and soon arrived at a hall where he could register his identity.
Following that, Wang Mang became a special core disciple of the Atyriad Demon Holy Land, which was the highest level of disciples reserved for the Holy Son, candidates, as well as those who had the potential to eventually become elders.
“Alright, I’ll part ways with you here. Your maidservants will bring you to the Mo Shen Palace!”
“If you need to contact me for anything, come to the Elder Hall.”
The Third Elder smiled at Wang Mang.
Hearing this, Wang Mang immediately cupped his hands respectfully.
“Thank you for your guidance, Third Elder!”
The Third Elder smiled and nodded. Then, he turned around and left.
Seeing this, one of the maids immediately said softly, “Young Master, please follow us. We will bring you to the Mo Shen Palace.”
Wang Mang nodded slightly, and followed them.
Shockingly, the area where the Mo Shen Palace was located was extremely vast. Every hall was extremely tall and spacious.
Moreover, next to the Mo Shen Palace, there were 14 palaces that were as grand as the Mo Shen Palace.
For example, the palaces on Wang Mang’s left and right were called: War God Hall, Supreme Hall.
It could be said that the names of these halls were all extremely awesome.
Just as Wang Mang was about to enter the Mo Shen Palace…
From the War God Hall next door, a figure suddenly walked out of the main entrance, exuding an extremely powerful aura.
It was a handsome young man in a black robe. His expression was cold and his eyes were as sharp as swords.
When he saw Wang Mang, he first sized him up with a hostile gaze.
However, when he discovered that Wang Mang was only a sixth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert, he was shocked.
The hostility in the young and handsome black-robed man’s eyes disappeared, and his expression relaxed. He smiled and nodded at Wang Mang.
“1 am Sword King! How should 1 address you, Fellow Daoist?”
Hearing this, Wang Mang’s heart was heavy, but on the surface, he smiled and replied, “Greetings, Fellow Daoist Sword King! I am Wang Mang!”
Wang Mang was so polite mainly because he could sense the aura of a peerless genius from Sword King, and the latter’s aura indicated that he was far stronger than Wang Mang himself.
It could be said that even if he wore the Immortal Emperor Mask, Wang Mang was not confident that he could defeat Sword King.
Therefore, Wang Mang guessed that Sword King was one of the experts who would be competing for the position of Holy Son.
At this moment, Sword King smiled warmly and said, “If you have time, Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, you can come and discuss the Dao with me.”
Hearing this, Wang Mang immediately smiled and nodded.
“Alright, alright! If I have the time, 1 will have to impose on your generosity.”
Seeing Wang Mang’s attitude, Sword King nodded.
He felt that Wang Mang was a brother worth befriending.
In addition, Wang Mang had no conflict of interest with him, as the latter was too weak to compete with him for the position of Holy Son.
Thus, Sword King had a good impression of Wang Mang.
However, he would never have thought that Wang Mang would be smiling at this moment, racking his brains to think of a way to kill him!
Chapter 661: The Chances Are Not High
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After hearing Wang Mang’s words, the black-robed, white-haired elder looked at Wang Mang with a bright gaze, but then shook his head and said, “Wang Mang! It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but currently there are only three people in our faction who are qualified to compete for the position of Holy Son.”
“The other two are a sixth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert and an eighth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert.”
“Actually, even if you want to become the Holy Son, although it’s not impossible, the chances are not high either.”
“Let me tell you the truth. If one wants to become the Holy Son, one needs to at least have the strength of a Saint Emperor realm expert.”
“Without that level of strength, they can only remain candidates for the position.”
It was obvious that the black-robed, white-haired old man thought highly of Wang Mang to be telling all of this. However, Wang Mang’s strength had yet to reach the required level.
If he were to help Wang Mang, who knew how many resources he would have to expend? It would likely cost the faction at least a few billion immortal stones.
Moreover, he might even need more resources to be able to obtain the position of Holy Son. Therefore, it was not a wise investment, especially given the fact that there was an even stronger genius in the faction.
Perhaps this would change if Wang Mang managed to reach the eighth level of the Zenith Heaven realm.
Wang Mang’s expression turned ugly after hearing the black-robed elder’s words, and he understood that this was due to his shortcomings in strength.
The faction would give their full support to the eighth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert, while Wang Mang and the other sixth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert would simply participate in the competition for the experience.
If they were lucky, they might become one of the candidates for the position. There were three candidate positions under the Holy Son, which basically represented the three strongest geniuses aside from the Holy Son.
If something happened to the Holy Son, or if he died in an accident,one of these candidates would inherit the position of the Holy Son.
Similarly, while outside, only the Holy Son could declare himself to be the Holy Son of the holy land, and his words and actions represented the dignity of the Myriad Demon Holy Land.
However, the candidates were not allowed to do this, and were merely considered more privileged disciples of the Myriad Demon Holy Land.
To put it bluntly, the Holy Son was equivalent to the Crown Prince of a Holy Land, while the candidates were the other princes.
The difference did not seem big, but it was actually huge.
This was because if nothing unexpected happened, the Holy Son would become the master of the Holy Land in the future, whereas the candidates would only be able to take up an elder position.
Therefore, Wang Mang was definitely not interested in becoming a mere candidate. After all, his mission was to become the Holy Son, and not a candidate.
His expression darkened at this thought, and he could not help but ask, “Senior, how long will the selection process for the Holy Son take?”
Hearing this, the black-robed, white-haired old man chuckled and said, “Call me Third Elder!”
“As for the selection, there’s still a month until it begins.”
“Although the possibility of you becoming the Holy Son is not high, I think you can still fight for the candidate position.”
“Once you become a candidate, you’ll be able to become an elder in the Myriad Demon Holy Land in the future.”
At this point, the black-robed white-haired old man said with a desolate expression, “Back then, I didn’t have the qualifications to compete for the position of Holy Son, but I gave it my all and managed to become the last-ranking candidate.”
“This was how I eventually became an elder of the Myriad Demon Holy Land.”
“As for the Holy Son who defeated me back then, he’s the current Holy Master, and has probably reached the Fiendgod realm.”
“Sigh, 1 don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to reach such heights.”
After hearing the old man’s words, Wang Mang roughly understood the old man’s background. It turned out that this old man was once a candidate, but he was at the bottom of the hierarchy. However, he was not weak.
Furthermore, Wang Mang could roughly tell from the old man’s words that he would need an even more terrifying amount of resources to advance from the Saint Emperor realm to the Fiendgod realm.
The amount of resources was so great that even a peak-level Saint Emperor like this old man would feel despair. Otherwise, this old man would not have said such words.
Wang Mang did not know what to say, and simply silently followed behind the old man and soon arrived at a hall where he could register his identity.
Following that, Wang Mang became a special core disciple of the Atyriad Demon Holy Land, which was the highest level of disciples reserved for the Holy Son, candidates, as well as those who had the potential to eventually become elders.
“Alright, I’ll part ways with you here. Your maidservants will bring you to the Mo Shen Palace!”
“If you need to contact me for anything, come to the Elder Hall.”
The Third Elder smiled at Wang Mang.
Hearing this, Wang Mang immediately cupped his hands respectfully.
“Thank you for your guidance, Third Elder!”
The Third Elder smiled and nodded. Then, he turned around and left.
Seeing this, one of the maids immediately said softly, “Young Master, please follow us. We will bring you to the Mo Shen Palace.”
Wang Mang nodded slightly, and followed them.
Shockingly, the area where the Mo Shen Palace was located was extremely vast. Every hall was extremely tall and spacious.
Moreover, next to the Mo Shen Palace, there were 14 palaces that were as grand as the Mo Shen Palace.
For example, the palaces on Wang Mang’s left and right were called: War God Hall, Supreme Hall.
It could be said that the names of these halls were all extremely awesome.
Just as Wang Mang was about to enter the Mo Shen Palace…
From the War God Hall next door, a figure suddenly walked out of the main entrance, exuding an extremely powerful aura.
It was a handsome young man in a black robe. His expression was cold and his eyes were as sharp as swords.
When he saw Wang Mang, he first sized him up with a hostile gaze.
However, when he discovered that Wang Mang was only a sixth-level Zenith Heaven realm expert, he was shocked.
The hostility in the young and handsome black-robed man’s eyes disappeared, and his expression relaxed. He smiled and nodded at Wang Mang.
“1 am Sword King! How should 1 address you, Fellow Daoist?”
Hearing this, Wang Mang’s heart was heavy, but on the surface, he smiled and replied, “Greetings, Fellow Daoist Sword King! I am Wang Mang!”
Wang Mang was so polite mainly because he could sense the aura of a peerless genius from Sword King, and the latter’s aura indicated that he was far stronger than Wang Mang himself.
It could be said that even if he wore the Immortal Emperor Mask, Wang Mang was not confident that he could defeat Sword King.
Therefore, Wang Mang guessed that Sword King was one of the experts who would be competing for the position of Holy Son.
At this moment, Sword King smiled warmly and said, “If you have time, Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, you can come and discuss the Dao with me.”
Hearing this, Wang Mang immediately smiled and nodded.
“Alright, alright! If I have the time, 1 will have to impose on your generosity.”
Seeing Wang Mang’s attitude, Sword King nodded.
He felt that Wang Mang was a brother worth befriending.
In addition, Wang Mang had no conflict of interest with him, as the latter was too weak to compete with him for the position of Holy Son.
Thus, Sword King had a good impression of Wang Mang.
However, he would never have thought that Wang Mang would be smiling at this moment, racking his brains to think of a way to kill him!
