The Legend of Futian Chapter 2967 - Spinoff (1)

The Divine Domain of the Taichu Realm was a hive of activity, teeming with a vast multitude of cultivators. Within this domain, elite figures from diverse worlds converged, bringing with them a wide array of unique techniques. They were drawn here by the accessibility of rare cultivation methods and precious artifacts gathered from every corner of the cosmos.

Naturally, such a gathering place was also the site of endless conflict.

The Divine Domain of the Taichu Realm attracted many legendary figures, each an overlord in their home world. Despite their status, they found it necessary to maintain a low profile while practicing their cultivation in this territory.

At a local establishment, a small group of youths sat together, enjoying tea.

The tavern was a magnificent thirty-three-story structure. Seated on the highest level, the youngsters had a perfect vantage point to observe the vibrant scenery of the domain below.

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“The Divine Domain of the Taichu Realm truly lives up to its reputation. It is far more opulent than any city in our own world.” The speaker was a young woman in green robes, appearing to be about eighteen years old. Her eyes held a watery shimmer, and her beauty was so breathtaking it could launch a thousand ships, commanding a respect that kept any disrespectful thoughts at bay.

“The Palace of Gods governs the Taichu Realm. According to Uncle, this universe under their rule is currently the most formidable among all discovered realms. As a major world, the Taichu Realm ranks in the top five, and its Divine Domain is the heart of that prosperity,” replied a sophisticated youth in white robes. A sword was strapped to his back, and he spoke with a gentle, refined air.

“I must ask, Miss, haven’t you explored enough? Isn't it time we headed back?” interjected a stout youth sitting across from her. His skin possessed a bronze glow, and his frame was packed with muscles hinting at explosive power. Though his eyes were full of intensity, he addressed the maiden with a pleading, almost pitiful expression.

“Is it not wonderful to witness the sights of other worlds? What is the rush to return?” the maiden replied, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Brother Shou, how many times have you unsuccessfully tried to convince Little Yin to go home?” the white-robed swordsman asked, chuckling.

“This guy... don't you see how much unwanted attention her beauty is attracting?” the burly youth muttered irritably.

“Yu Shou, have you lost your confidence?” questioned another young woman in white robes sitting next to Little Yin. She was equally stunning, possessing an innate nobility and an elegant temperament that marked her as extraordinary.

“Elder Sister Jun, it’s not about confidence. It’s just that the way these people stare is revolting. To make matters worse, Little Yin won't let me deal with them,” Yu Shou grumbled, clearly frustrated. He scanned the room, noting that many patrons were indeed staring, particularly at Little Yin and Elder Sister Jun.

“What are you looking at?” Yu Shou barked, standing up abruptly. His voice boomed like a clap of thunder, causing the wine cups on nearby tables to vibrate. Realizing the youth was a dangerous individual, the onlookers quickly averted their eyes.

The Divine Domain of the Taichu Realm was a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, filled with powerful cultivators. Anyone acting with such blatant boldness likely possessed a formidable background.

“A paper tiger,” Elder Sister Jun remarked with a soft smile. Though only in her twenties, she was the eldest and served as their leader during their travels. In Little Yin's presence, Yu Shou was nothing more than a paper tiger; they kept a tight leash on him to prevent his volatile temper from ruining their peace.

“Sit down,” Ye Zhiyin commanded, fixing Yu Shou with a firm stare. He immediately gave her a dejected look and replied, “Alright,” before returning to his seat. Had the inhabitants of the Devil World witnessed their Young Master acting so submissively, they would have been speechless.

Gu Xijun spoke to him gently, “Yu Shou, the Taichu Realm is a significant world under the Palace of Gods, where many different cultivation paths meet. There is much to learn here. Don't be in such a hurry to leave.”

“Understood, Elder Sister Jun,” Yu Shou replied respectfully. Having grown up together, he viewed Gu Xijun as an older sister figure.

The group resumed their quiet observation. Around them, the tavern was filled with the chatter of other cultivators, and one particular topic seemed to be on everyone's lips.

“The Proud Son List of the World of the Gods?” Ye Zhiyin asked, her curiosity piqued.

Ye Zhifan provided the explanation: “From what I’ve gathered, the Proud Son List is reserved for cultivators under the age of thirty. Since the Palace of Gods oversees many interconnected universes, only eighty-one individuals make the cut. The roster is constantly changing as new talents rise. Those on the list are considered the true Proud Sons of Heaven, the most elite figures of this era.” Ye Zhifan had been born just days after Ye Zhiyin, and their names were quite similar.

“To be on that list, their strength must be at the Renhuang Plane. They are certainly peerless talents,” Gu Xijun added, nodding. It was rare for anyone to reach such a level at that age.

Consequently, most names on the Proud Son List belonged to those with powerful lineages, often being the direct descendants of the various gods within the Palace of Gods.

“They are likely all flash and no substance,” Yu Shou remarked dismissively.

Ye Zhiyin glanced at him. “And where did you pick up such a phrase?”

“From traveling around with you,” Yu Shou answered.

“Gu Feiyang forced his way onto the Proud Son List by overpowering Mo Wuyou. He was officially ranked by the Tianji Palace, who predicted he has the potential to reach the top three in the future,” a nearby patron noted during a heated discussion.

“Who exactly is this Gu Feiyang?” someone inquired.

Another voice explained, “He is a scion of Emperor Gu. Word is he started his Cultivation at age three, reached his Path by ten, and began a world tour challenging experts at fifteen. He hasn't lost a single match. He aims to follow in Emperor Gu’s footsteps by proving his Dao through battle. True to his name, he is incredibly arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone else.”

“If my ancestor was Emperor Gu, a core pillar of the Palace of Gods, I’d be even more arrogant. With that kind of backing, who wouldn't be?” someone joked with a grin.

As the man spoke, a sudden hush fell over the room. Eyes turned toward the entrance as a new group entered the tavern. At the front was a man in his twenties wearing a long robe. His dark hair flowed freely, and his handsome features carried an air of effortless grace. His mere presence marked him as a man of high status.

As he walked, an invisible field seemed to ripple around him. He fixed his gaze on the man who had been joking and said, “You know what must be done.”

The speaker’s face drained of color. His friends had already signaled him; he realized this newcomer was Gu Feiyang himself.

Without hesitation, the man began slapping his own face repeatedly. Bowing low, he begged, “I was reckless with my tongue. Please, show mercy.”

Gu Feiyang gave him a brief look before heading to a corner table. The tavern became deathly silent, with many patrons holding their breath in fear.

Ye Zhiyin frowned, her displeasure evident. The man was far too cruel, willing to kill over a minor slight.

While Yu Shou was wild, he only ever used force against those who were truly evil.

“You, come here and pour me a cup of wine,” Gu Feiyang commanded coldly, his eyes landing on Ye Zhiyin as if sensing her judgment.