The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1198 - 1100: Participating in the Martial Tournament

Yang Tian walked into the hall and immediately felt a strong Divine Breath enveloping him.

This made it somewhat difficult for him to breathe.

However, the Nuwa Divine Technique within him started to boil at this moment, making him feel much more comfortable. But remembering the Drunkard’s instruction not to casually use the Nuwa Divine Technique, he quickly suppressed it.

After all, sitting on the Dragon Throne was Hua Tiandu.

Hua Tiandu was also a practitioner of the Nuwa Divine Technique.

"Kneel!"

A stern shout rang out, and an elder standing not far below Hua Tiandu shouted.

Yang Tian felt a strong Divine Breath surge over him, compelling him to kneel instinctively.

"Are you Yang Tian?"

Hua Tiandu lay on the Dragon Throne, his demeanor lax, as if asleep or drunk. Yet Yang Tian clearly felt a strong Divine Sense probing him.

Yang Tian quickly bowed his head, pretending to tremble all over, filled with anxiety.

"Qin Ling chose you to be his disciple?"

Hua Tiandu spoke mildly.

Immediately, Yang Tian felt the Divine Sense that enveloped him swiftly retreat.

"Bring in the Drunkard!"

At this moment, a shout rang out.

Then Elder Xiao was seen bringing in the Drunkard, who was already drunk, carried by four people at Elder Xiao’s command.

"Palace Master, we have brought the Drunkard here."

Elder Xiao said respectfully.

Hua Tiandu waved his hand, indicating for Elder Xiao to resume his place. Then he glanced at the thoroughly intoxicated Drunkard, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Senior Brother, you’re still the same, completely inebriated. If Yanran saw you like this, she would surely be heartbroken!"

"I’m not drunk..."

As if hearing Hua Tiandu’s words, the Drunkard struggled to stand up: "Call Yanran to come see me..."

"Yanran is in seclusion, and even I wouldn’t disturb her lightly. Once she’s out of seclusion, I will engage in Yin Yang Cultivation with her, and then I will accompany both of you to reunite, hahaha..."

Hua Tiandu laughed heartily.

The Drunkard’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he lowered his head: "If that’s the case, then I won’t see her. I still want to drink. Why have you captured me!"

"A few years ago, you practiced the Nuwa Divine Technique and went astray. I was anxious and abolished your skills to save your life. These years, I have provided for you without asking anything in return, yet you were ungrateful and accepted a disciple behind my back!" Hua Tiandu sat up: "Are you rebelling?"

"Hua Tiandu, five years ago, you were spirited and ambitious, but how have you become so timid now?"

The Drunkard laughed coldly.

Hua Tiandu laughed heartily: "I abolished the Nuwa Divine Technique in your body long ago. What kind of disciple can you teach?"

"This Yang Tian suits my taste, serves me well, and I taught him Divine Martial Arts—it’s a recognition of his service..."

The Drunkard spoke indifferently.

"No wonder, I couldn’t feel the Divine Breath in him. So you only taught him Divine Martial Arts?" A hint of amusement flashed in Hua Tiandu’s eyes: "I’ve heard, you’ve indulged in women too much, taken a liking to men, this Yang Tian is quite handsome, suits you well, Yanran would surely be pleased to know..."

"Do not use Yanran to provoke me. Yang Tian serves me well, I taught him a few tricks, and he has mastered them well, I plan to let him participate in the tournament and defeat all your disciples!"

"Oh? You want him to participate in the tournament too?"

Hua Tiandu laughed.

"Not only do I want him to participate, but also to defeat all your disciples, to avenge you stealing my wife back then!"

The Drunkard spoke coldly.

"Very well, you lost to me, and I understand your dissatisfaction. In that case, I will give you a chance, allow him to participate in the tournament, and more than that, he will become an Inner Sect Disciple and enjoy all the cultivation resources of an Inner Sect Disciple. But if he fails, I will have his life."

Hua Tiandu proclaimed.

The Drunkard glanced indifferently at Hua Tiandu, then walked out with Yang Tian.

As soon as they left, the elder standing by Hua Tiandu waved his hand, ordering all the elders to withdraw. When only he and Hua Tiandu remained, he anxiously said, "Palace Master, although the Drunkard has been stripped of his powers, his ambition remains undiminished. If not for Palace Master shattering his Dao Heart back then, he would likely have ascended the throne over your corpse already!"

"In my eyes, he is but a clown. I keep him around all these years to let him watch as I ascend to emperor, powerless to stop it. This Yang Tian only knows a few tricks of Divine Martial Arts, with no real Divine Breath fluctuations inside him. But the Drunkard places his hope on him, I suspect he has been planning for some time!"

Hua Tiandu spoke calmly.

"Does Palace Master mean the Drunkard is still practicing the Nuwa Divine Technique?"

The elder asked instinctively.

"I don’t know if it’s the Nuwa Divine Technique, but he dares to put hope on Yang Tian, there must be something strange. I order you to investigate. Yang Tian is now an Inner Sect Disciple of Yihua Palace, it will be easier for you to investigate."

Hua Tiandu spoke calmly.

The elder nodded his head: "Didn’t expect Palace Master to think so far ahead, I will now go and investigate this Yang Tian."

......

As Yang Tian and the Drunkard stepped out of the hall, they saw a woman disembarking from an airship in front.

It was none other than Ling Jiao.

"Ling Jiao, why are you here?"

The Drunkard shouted upon seeing Ling Jiao.

"Master, quickly, board the airship..."

Ling Jiao said hurriedly.

The Drunkard frowned but still called Yang Tian to board the airship swiftly.

As soon as they boarded, he immediately scolded: "Ling Jiao, your current status is that of an elder of Yihua Palace, our master-disciple relationship ended long ago, coming to find me so openly will arouse suspicion!"

"Master, rest assured, I’ve been observing our surroundings carefully." Ling Jiao commanded her people to activate the airship, flying towards the city, and then couldn’t help but ask: "Master, you want Yang Tian to enter the tournament?"

"That’s right."

The Drunkard didn’t want to say more.

"But Yang Tian only knows a few tricks of Yihua Palace’s Divine Martial Arts. Even the Outer Disciples know these techniques; what strength does he have to come out victorious in the tournament?"

Ling Jiao couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s just that I’m bored."

The Drunkard said indifferently.

Ling Jiao furrowed her brow, seeing the Drunkard start drinking again, she shook her head, personally escorting the Drunkard and Yang Tian to the Yihua Palace’s hotel.

Before leaving, Ling Jiao couldn’t help but say to Yang Tian: "You are now an Inner Sect Disciple, should you need anything, feel free to find me."

After saying her piece, Ling Jiao left.

It seemed in her eyes, Yang Tian was already doomed.

A person without any Martial Power, who only mastered a few moves of the Divine Martial Arts, how could they emerge victorious in the tournament?

Once Ling Jiao left, the Drunkard nodded with satisfaction: "Yang Tian, you can go find Ling Jiao now..."