150: C150 The Sacred Institute

C150 The Sacred Institute

The hall was completely silent.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Su Jin.

Those Saints, Saintess, almost doubted if they had misheard him.

"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

The Yun Saint Son looked at Su Jin with a gloomy expression.

The few Saints beside him, Saintess, also stared at Su Jin with unfriendly expressions. Their eyes were faintly emitting killing intent.

Jee Hailou felt that this wasn't good. He knew that Su Jin's words had already offended the Yun Saint Son and the others.

However, this matter had started because of him. Jee Hailou could still be considered a kind and honest person. He quickly mediated, "Brother Yun, this Brother Su made a slip of the tongue. There is no need for you to take it to heart."

"Jee Hailou, I can see that his mouth is very sharp. There is no mistake in his words."

The Saint Son with the surname Yun put on a fake smile. He didn't intend to accept Jee Hailou's explanation. He stared at Su Jin coldly and said, "Kid, repeat what you just said. Did you hear that?"

When the other Saints, Saintess, who had been enduring silently, saw this scene, they all felt sympathy for Su Jin. However, there were also some who were gloating over Su Jin's misfortune and disapproved of it.

"Serves you right. You are so weak, yet you still dare to offend people in the Sacred Land. You don't know how to bear with it. Saints like you usually die the fastest."

Some people shook their heads secretly.

Su Jin didn't care about the opinions of the others, nor did he put the Yun Saint and the others in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Brother Su, Yun Zihao must be punished for his mistakes. You have offended him, and in the future, you will surely bring about the revenge of these people. I advise you to apologize to Yun Zihao for the time being. I can mediate this matter for you."

It was the voice of Jee Hailou, who had used the Divine Sense of a Martial Spirit Stage to communicate with him. It was a voice that wanted to make Su Jin yield.

Su Jin smiled faintly. He wasn't angry because of this. After all, Jee Hailou had good intentions.

He only raised his head to look at Yun Zihao and said, "If you want me to say it again, I will say it again. What do you think you are?"

Hua!

In the hall, those spectating Saints and Saintess looked at Su Jin in disbelief.

This guy was only at the Martial Mentor Stage. Wasn't he being too arrogant? Not only did he not apologize, he even dared to offend Yun Zihao.

"Little bastard, it seems like you are courting death!"

Killing intent instantly emerged in Yun Zihao's eyes. A terrifying Qi erupted from his body.

"What are you trying to do, Yun Zihao? This is the Sacred Land!"

Jee Hailou's expression changed, and he hurriedly said.

"Brother Yun, wait, there's still a long way to go!"

Immediately, the few Saints beside Yun Zihao, Saintess, also spoke, and winked at him.

If they attacked here, no matter how powerful the Saints were, they would be punished.

Yun Zihao took a deep breath and stared coldly at Su Jin. "Little bastard, don't think that you can do anything in the Sacred Land. You can say it. Remember what you said today. I can guarantee that you will regret it."

After saying that, Yun Zihao shifted his gaze away from Su Jin.

However, everyone present knew that he was really angry. Among all the Saints and Saintess, Yun Zihao was famous for his ability to seek revenge. Those who offended him would never have a good ending.

"It's over, Brother Su. You, you have been targeted by Yun Zihao. Brother Su, is your life more important than your humiliation? Why can't you tell?"

Jee Hailou was very anxious, as if he had been angered by Su Jin's action.

In his opinion, as long as Su Jin was willing to endure the humiliation, he could completely mediate the conflict between Su Jin and Yun Zihao.

But now, it was all too late.

However, what Jee Hailou didn't know was that Su Jin had never planned on backing down. There was no need for him to back down in front of a Martial Spirit Stage Level One warrior.

The Saints and Saintess in the hall didn't know this. In most people's eyes, Su Jin had already become a dead man.

In the Holy Land, the competition between the Saints and Saintess of the various large tribes was extremely cruel. Almost every time the Ancestor God Ritual was held, a large number of Saints and Saintess would mysteriously disappear.

Although it was said to be a mysterious disappearance, most people knew that these missing people had long been killed without leaving any traces behind.

In everyone's eyes, Su Jin was about to follow in the footsteps of those mysterious missing Saints.

Right at this moment, a few middle-aged men with powerful auras walked into the hall. All of them had the strength of a late Martial Spirit Stage, and they were all wearing yellow robes.

"We are the deacons of Saint Institute, and we are in charge of arranging your entry into Saint Institute."

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows said in a cold voice. As he spoke, his eyes swept across the crowd below, and then he said, "All of you, follow me."

When the Saints and Saintess in the hall heard this, they all stood up from their seats excitedly. They were about to enter the legendary Saint Institute to cultivate. No one was not excited.

Su Jin also stood up and followed the crowd towards the Saint Institute.

These Saints and Saintess seemed to deliberately distance themselves from him and did not dare to get close to him.

Obviously, they were worried that they would be affected by Yun Zihao and the others.

"That's exactly what I wanted."

The corner of Su Jin's mouth twitched. He just happened to be in peace.

"Brother Su, you should stay away from Yun Zihao and the others in the Saint Institute in the future. As long as you are careful, they may not do anything to you."

But at this moment, Jee Hailou's voice sounded in Su Jin's mind once again.

Su Jin looked at Jee Hailou and saw a helpless expression on Jee Hailou's face. He thought to himself, This guy is really kind.

Su Jin smiled and didn't say anything.

After all, even if Su Jin said that he didn't put Yun Zihao in his eyes, Jee Hailou wouldn't believe it.

Jee Hailou sighed, hoping that he would listen to him.

Everyone followed the managers of Saint Institute to a palace building.

This large area of buildings was the Saint Institute.

From afar, Su Jin could feel an overwhelming spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth rushing towards him. It was extremely dense.

Cultivating in there would probably last a few months in the outside world in a day.

No wonder countless geniuses were born in the Saint Institute. In a place like this, no matter how low one's talent was, their cultivation speed wouldn't be any slower than the geniuses of the outside world.

When the Saints and Saintess saw the Saint Institute, all of them revealed excited and expectant expressions.2

"Come to my place and get the identity token of the Saint Institute. With this identity token, all of you are qualified to enter the Saint Institute, as well as all kinds of places that only the members of the Saint Institute can enter."

The yellow-clothed executors took out a large iron box. When the iron box was opened, pieces of Five Light Star tokens were neatly placed.

In front of the deacons, many of the Saints, Saintess, were waiting in line to get their identity tokens. No one dared to show off in front of them.

After all, not only were the deacons of Saint Institute powerful, but they also represented the dignity of Saint Institute.

Su Jin quickly received his identity token from the crowd. After he took out his Saint Scorpion Scepter to prove his identity, the words Saint Scorpion Su Jin automatically appeared on the token.

After receiving the token, the yellow-clothed deacons led the Saints and Saintess into the Saint Institute and arrived in front of a group of courtyards.Edited by: Lifer, Fingerfox Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

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