Peerless God Emperor

This old man was called Bai Xiao, and he had an extremely high status among the disciples. He was normally arrogant, and relied on his years of cultivation to make use of his seniority. Who would have thought that he would also have such an excellent reputation.    

"This is Murong Guangzhao, Xiao Bai has lost …" Liu Shan secretly laughed in his heart. Everyone knew that Murong Guangzhao was righteous, yet Xiao Bai actually said these words. It was simply asking for trouble.    

The lines on his face were all twisted together, and in front of so many people, Murong Guangzhao did not even give him a shred of face, it was truly too presumptuous. However, due to Murong Guangzhao's status, he could only endure, since the Murong Family still had a lot of power in the Northern Dipper City.    

The disciples of the Pavilion of the Northern Dipper walked out, looking extremely imposing. Their gazes swept past one of the Heaven's Pride disciples, as though they were looking for something.    

From now on, all the way until the end of the selection, they would accompany the heaven's pride experts that they were receiving. The stronger the heaven's pride experts they were receiving, the more rewards Pavilion of the Northern Dipper would give them.    

Therefore, although the Pavilion of the Northern Dipper was nominally there to receive the heaven's pride experts, in reality, it was a process of mutual selection, with each taking what they needed.    

"Young Master Nangong." A middle-aged man clad in astral robes walked towards a chosen one. He had a smile on his face as he spoke, "Young noble NanGong, this one has some connections to your father. Would you be willing to welcome me?"    

Nangong Cang, the eleventh ranker of the Star Ranking s, had cultivated for more than fifty years, and could be considered a Heaven's Pride. He had an illustrious reputation amongst the younger generation, and was considered a treasure by many disciples of the Pavilion of the Northern Dipper.    

Hearing his own name, Nangong Cang turned around to look at the disciple. Her expression paused for a bit, and after sizing him up from head to toe, she said: "You are?"    

The middle-aged man's expression changed, but he maintained his indifferent attitude and laughed: "My name is Han Ling, and I have some connections with your father, Nangong Hao. Young noble Nan Gong's talent is extraordinary, I am ashamed of the younger generation."    

Nangong Cang revealed a look of thought, and asked: "May I ask what your ranking is among the disciples?"    

Han Ling's eyes suddenly became dull after these words sounded. An awkward expression immediately appeared on his face. He did not open his mouth to reply and appeared to have difficulty speaking.    

It was not only the Heaven's Pride, the disciples of the Pavilion of the Northern Dipper also had a corresponding ranking. The ranking was mainly based on the disciple's strength and talent, although it was not absolute, but it was very convincing, and many Heaven's Pride disciples would choose whether their disciple was strong or not.    

Han Ling's reaction was clearly seen by Nangong Cang and Nangong Cang immediately understood. His gaze instantly turned cold as he looked to another direction and said with his hands behind his back, "It seems like your position is not very high, please go back."    

Being rejected so straightforwardly by Nangong Cang, the middle-aged man could not help but feel embarrassed. He thought that he might be rejected, but he did not expect that Nangong Cang would choose such a direct method.    

Han Ling was still somewhat unwilling in his heart. He once again opened his mouth and said, "Although my ranking is average, my true strength is not much different from those core disciples. Moreover, your father and I …"    

Before Han Ling could finish, Nangong Cang impatiently interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said indifferently, "What kind of person is my father, and what number of good friends he has.    

With that, Nangong Cang turned and walked down, leaving Han Ling and the rest hanging there, completely disregarding the latter's ugly expression.    

Looking at Nangong Cang's back figure that was proudly leaving, several rays of cold light shot out from Han Ling's eyes. They were filled with a frightening killing intent that caused the surrounding temperature to drop by quite a bit.    

Nangong Cang was still speaking to him in such a haughty and arrogant manner. Even though he, Han Ling, was not an ordinary disciple, he was still a King of the Yuan, and in any other place, he could rule over a region. Since when had he received such an insult, the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.    

"Just you wait. I will definitely repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!" Han Ling stared at Nangong Cang like a venomous snake, his eyes filled with killing intent.    

Not all the disciples had been dispatched, on the contrary, most of the disciples had been sent out to search for the true disciples who were ranked in the lower and middle ranks. Some of the true extraordinary disciples had been sent out to search for the true Heaven's Pride.    

Nangong Cang then walked over to the various disciples, his gaze sweeping across all the indifferent faces, and finally landing on one person. His eyes revealed a faint excitement.    

He had seen this disciple before at his father's banquet. He clearly remembered that this person had descended with an unparalleled aura, crushing all of the guests. Even his father treated him with great respect, his words filled with praise.    

With his father's peak Yuan King level strength, there was only one possibility for him to display such respect just because of a mere Yuan King. That was that his identity was extraordinary.    

At that time, Nangong Cang was guessing who this person was, but now he finally understood that this person was from the Pavilion of the Northern Dipper. This meant that he must have a very high position in the disciples, and only by doing this could he explain his father's attitude towards him.    

A hint of a smile flashed past Nangong Cang's eyes, if he could receive this person's welcome, it would definitely be beneficial for him, and his father would be extremely happy even if he knew, thus he walked over to the direction of the man, and smiled faintly.    

Han Ling had been keeping an eye on Nangong Cang's movements the entire time. He was not willing to give up, he had to see how Nangong Cang was rejected.    

When he saw the direction in which Nangong Cang walked in, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was slightly surprised by something. He muttered: "Liu Shan?"    

The direction that Nangong Cang was heading towards, was precisely where Liu Shan was. The person that he saw at the banquet that day, was precisely Liu Shan.    

Liu Shan felt that someone was walking towards him, and his eyes flashed, just in time to see Nangong Cang walking over. Nangong Cang stopped and bowed to Liu Shan: "I am Nangong Cang, my father is Nangong Hao, I have seen senior at the banquet held by my father, would senior be willing to receive me?"    

Nangong Cang's voice was not soft, and everyone around could hear him clearly. Han Ling naturally heard it too, his face turned ashen, his expression furious, he wanted to kill Nangong Cang with a palm.    

In order to gain Nangong Cang's recognition, he had to be humble and humble, but how arrogant was Nangong Cang. He looked down on everything, and heartlessly rejected him without leaving a trace of face, even mocking him with his words.    

Now, in order to obtain Liu Shan's acknowledgement, Nangong Cang appeared to be extremely modest and courteous. There was no trace of his arrogance from before.    

This was the difference between the strong and the weak. The strong were respected, and even though their natures were cold, there were still praises. Even if the weak lowered their attitude, they would still be humiliated.