How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"People from the Great Tang Dynasty have come to my Sun Moon Empire to participate in this kind of secret realm trial. Do they have ulterior motives? Ninth Prince is young; don't be fooled..."

Zhang Tianyu of the Nine Yang Sect glanced at Li Muyun, chuckled a few times, and spoke casually.

While seemingly a reminder to Zhu Jiutong, his words actually had a hidden meaning.

"Yes, his aura is mediocre, his sword intent is not evident, and he doesn't even have the slightest trace of array formations. How can he be considered a master? Ninth Prince, you should be careful."

Disciples from the three major sects surrounded the two, each chiming in with their own words, all filled with mockery and hostility towards Li Muyun.

Although the Tang Empire and the Sun Moon Empire did not have large-scale conflicts, they were, after all, both empires, and two tigers cannot share the same mountain. Dialogue and friction between the two great empires were still unavoidable.

Under the golden age of empires, the young prodigies of various empires all yearn to expand outwards once again, so as to promote the imperial prestige of their respective countries.

The principle of "those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts" is the same, it's just a matter of wariness between nations.

These people's resentment was incidentally directed at Zhu Jiutong.

They thought he was a direct descendant of the emperor, so how could he have gotten involved with a foreign genius?

They all chimed in with their opinions, openly mocking Li Muyun for lacking real strength and merely relying on his empty reputation to intimidate Zhu Jiutong.

They even went so far as to say that Li Muyun was a spy from the Tang Dynasty who approached him to gather intelligence, urging Zhu Jiutong to stay away as soon as possible.

Zhu Jiutong narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashing across his usually gentle face.

These disciples from major sects are truly audacious.

If he were alone with him, he would have just made some jokes and said whatever came to mind.

But Li Muyun was someone he brought with him, and he was one of the most outstanding talents in the Tang Dynasty. This was an undeniable fact. It wasn't that he looked down on these people, but they were still far inferior to Li Muyun.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be qualified to attend the Imperial Examinations of China, yet he's here criticizing Li Muyun.

To be fair, without this unexpected turn of events, Li Muyun would probably have been the top candidate in the Imperial Examination.

Indeed, it's better to belittle others than to elevate oneself.

Zhu Jiutong snorted coldly, his voice already carrying a hint of coldness.

"Zhu knows how to choose his friends, but his remarks about being a spy are far too unrestrained. How can the pride of the Sun Moon Empire have such a despicable character? Just a title or identity is enough to stir up such an influence..."

Many of the prodigies were stunned. They hadn't expected that Zhu Jiutong would speak up and angrily confront them in order to protect Li Muyun.

After a brief silence, the disciples of the three major sects seemed to be aroused by a rebellious mentality.

In particular, the disciples of the Haotian Sect, a martial arts sect, have always revered martial artists and there is a strong tradition of worshipping the strong throughout the sect.

Hearing Zhu Jiutong defend Li Muyun and praise his strength, they all spoke up.

"Ninth Prince, we wish to have a match with Li Muyun. Could you please let us witness the brilliance of this proud son of the Great Tang Dynasty?"

"That's right, let's have a competition."

"Perhaps Li Tianjiao is unwilling? I'll give him a handicap... Hahaha!"

The disciples of the other two major immortal sects, the Nine Yang Sect and the Taiyin Sect, echoed in agreement. The disciples of the Haotian Sect were always warlike and prone to fighting at the slightest disagreement, which greatly angered them, who considered themselves to be from an immortal sect and to maintain their dignity.

They are a noble immortal sect, cultivating immortal techniques, and naturally look down on this martial arts sect.

Now they are willing to be the first to try and see how capable Li Muyun is, which is exactly what they want.

Listening to the incessant mockery from those around me.

Li Muyun ignored everything and simply closed his eyes to rest.

He understood what these people were thinking all too well, so there was no need to waste time paying attention to them.

Even amidst the surging emotions and overwhelming indignation of the crowd around him, Li Muyun remained with his eyes tightly closed, displaying a calm and composed demeanor, unaffected by any external pressures.

This indifferent attitude only further enraged the clamoring disciples.

The shouts surrounding Li Muyun grew louder and louder, and the doubts about Li Muyun increased.

Zhu Jiutong looked at Li Muyun, who seemed indifferent, and his previously annoyed expression suddenly softened. He stopped responding to the crowd's questions.

Instead, he adopted a "let's watch the show" attitude, suddenly remembering that Li Muyun was also the most inconspicuous one in the Heavenly Gambling Pavilion.

Brother Li, you really played the fool to catch the tiger!

Zhu Jiutong sighed twice, then felt somewhat ashamed. Li Muyun's temperament was indeed extraordinary.

He remains calm and unmoved despite being condemned by thousands; such a state of mind is something he still needs to learn.

The Haotian Sect disciple was shouting and yelling, getting increasingly agitated. His voice was so loud that he was suddenly slapped on the head.

The disciple looked furious, but when he turned around and saw that it was the leader, he immediately shut his mouth without saying a word.

As Nightingale, the Holy Maiden of Haotian Sect, looked at Li Muyun, whose eyes were closed, anger surged within her.

This guy is such a coward.

Faced with so many people's provocation, I don't know what he's pretending for. He seemed to have some looks before, but I didn't expect him to be just a pretty face with no substance.

He's such a pretty boy, I really want to go up there and humiliate him! I want to trample him under my feet and see if he can still put on this nonchalant attitude.

Nightingale swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to go up and beat Li Muyun up, and just stared at Li Muyun fiercely.

As Li Muyun closed his eyes and concentrated, he always felt a fierce gaze staring at him, as if it were glued to his body, trying to see through him from head to toe.

Even with a heart as clear as a lake, he couldn't withstand such a fierce and predatory gaze.

Finally, just as Li Muyun could no longer bear it and wanted to open his eyes to find out what was going on...

The light of the sun and moon had already reached its end, and countless demonic resentments dissipated like spring water, revealing an ancient and melancholic iron gate.

"The Demon Battlefield is open! Charge!"

One of the disciples shouted, and the disciples of the three major sects suddenly erupted into a frenzy, rushing headlong towards the demonic battlefield.

Seeing this, Li Muyun could no longer hold back and joined the surging crowd, rushing towards the demonic battlefield.

At this moment, he had many doubts in his mind, and it was time to verify them one by one.

The iron gate, after being illuminated by the sun and moon, was already rotten and could collapse with a push, revealing extremely powerful spatial fluctuations.

As the group passed through the iron gate, they suddenly transformed into numerous points of light and entered the Demon Spirit Battlefield.

As Li Muyun stepped in, the world spun before his eyes, and a surge of teleportation turbulence rushed out. In just a moment, the discomfort dissipated, and he landed steadily.

The first thing Li Muyun did after regaining his balance was to look around and take in the scenery.