Chapter 64: The Reward of the Second Trial

According to the Master's Term of the Xiang Jianzong, if no accidents occur, this year's Xiang Jianzong Master has only been in office for a few years.

So you're already plotting for the next term before your seat is even warm?

Even if it's prudent planning, this is still too early.

Chi Jiuyu said no more, turning back to watch the screens.

As long as you keep reinforcing the impression, one day my uncle will support me! Emm…

Mainly because her realm is still far behind.

The minimum requirement for the Xian Sect Master is Dao Union, but she's only at Nascent Soul.

Don't think it's just two realms between—Soul Transformation and Void Return.

But as everyone knows, cultivation becomes harder the further you go.

Sigh~ The Dao is long and obstructed.

As she reflected inward, many screens had already dimmed and vanished—either like Zhang Yunlu, having defeated their opponent, or having already lost.

But most were the latter.

After all, this second trial offers only one chance.

The remaining screens were either Xian Sect disciples or local Xiang Jianzong cultivators.

Chi Jiuyu's gaze swept across them.

She saw a mage's phantom surrounded by Lei Guang, gesturing to send violet lightning across the sky, stepping with clear winds following.

Jiang Yujiu of the Hehuan Sect, her long hair now standing on end, could only dodge and weave beneath the Lei Guang.

These lightning-wielding squishies are so damn annoying!

Chi Jiuyu mentally grumbled.

Meanwhile, the alchemist from Jishigu had muscles bulging, his body towering a foot taller, black hair wild, green aura flickering on his face, eyes blazing red.

He fearlessly clashed head-on with the body cultivator's phantom—and held his own.

The Longxiang Qingtianzong body cultivator knelt, fine wounds covering his entire body.

Before him stood a sultry, alluring figure, countless thin rose-red threads dancing around her.

This was a Hehuan Sect cultivator—but not a Mei-xiu, rather a Tianren.

Tianren are an extreme type of cultivator, emphasizing the transformation of human and heaven, crafting yin and yang.

To put it in a simpler and easier-to-understand way…

"You fucking faggot, are you massaging your grandpa?!"

The body cultivator roared, tore off his tattered top, and charged again.

"Did your parents give birth to you to go fuck your dick off and become a faggot?" He swung a punch, "If I'd known this, I should've shot you on the wall!"

As he swung his fist, his mouth never stopped, spewing curses nonstop.

In short, it revolved around his parents as the center, relatives as the radius, targeting eighteen generations of ancestors.

Fuck!

The sultry figure trembled all over—do you think I can't talk, huh?

The rose-red threads quivered violently, wrapping around in a sky-covering tide.

This showed that on the airship earlier, this body cultivator had truly held back.

"Tsk! What a low-class brute," Chi Jiuyu sneered.

The faggot was nearly driven mad.

Actually, Hehuan Sect cultivators can broadly be divided into three categories.

The first category is the path cultivated by Hehuan Laozu—the most numerous cultivators in today's Hehuan Sect: the Mei-xiu.

This path has lofty intent, but because most disciples lack the talent to comprehend it, methods of absorbing essence and desire emerged.

The second category are cultivators who practice orthodox dual-cultivation and absorption techniques—the Huan-xiu.

The reason the ancient Hehuan Sect gained its infamy was largely due to the Huan-xiu who focused on absorption and some low-talent Mei-xiu, so during the sect's whitewashing, many were killed.

The third category is these Tianren—few in number, but extremely powerful.

After all, they paid a price…

…………

The second trial lasted a long time.

At night, Xiao Fan jolted upright from bed, his eyes still filled with lingering shock.

【Name: Xiao Fan】

【Realm: Qi Condensation Level 9】

【Second Trial Passed】 After passing the second trial, no ranking was displayed.

Yes, he still won.

Although he nearly lost midway—especially when his face was slammed into the ground, he thought he was dead.

"Thanks to the Tai Xuan Battle Art…"

With the boost from the Tai Xuan Battle Art, he broke free from the body cultivator's phantom's grip at the last moment.

In the end, relying on the Cang Clan bloodline's powerful recovery and the Tai Xuan Battle Art's evasive tactics, he wore the phantom down to death.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, calming his mind and focusing his spirit.

He wanted to see how much of the Cang Clan's Tai Xuan Battle Art this second trial's reward could match.

He felt a soft white light, and a profound technique unfolded in his heart—The Ming Wo Zheng Yuan Fa.

Cultivating it can correct one's primordial source and illuminate the mind to see one's nature—this was his reward for passing the second trial.

Xiao Fan read it word by word, his spirit gradually sinking into it.

For a moment, only faint breathing sounds remained in the room.

With each breath, his hands spontaneously formed a strange dharma seal, and the spiritual energy within his body began to circulate along an unusual trajectory.

Xiao Fan felt a cool sensation at his brow, and many images surfaced in his mind, shifting from blurry to clear.

The restless thoughts in his heart gradually settled. Those images were all too familiar to him—things he himself could barely remember anymore…

There was the hopeful gaze of his parents when he was first learning to speak.

There was the concerned greeting of his elder brother after he had grown up.

And there were the bold words he had once spoken beneath the night sky together with his elder brother.

"I'm going to join the Xiang Jianzong in the future and become the Xiang Jianzong's Sect Master!"

Those childish words still lingered by his ear.

Back then, ignorant of how vast the world was, he had always believed that as long as he wanted to do something, he could certainly do it.

A faint smile appeared on Xiao Fan's face.

The images shifted again.

There was his father's weary expression and the smile he forced himself to wear.

There was his mother's slightly stooped figure keeping vigil by the sickbed.

And there was his elder brother lying on the sickbed, unconscious and unresponsive.

Why had he never noticed any of this? He couldn't help feeling a bit dazed, a pang of discomfort, and silently asked himself.

Recently… had he been too cold-hearted? Whoosh! A sound like blood rushing seemed to ring in his ears, and a towering, vast figure appeared, directly replacing the images he had just seen.

It was as if a ladle of cold water had been poured over his heart; the emotions that had just risen quickly subsided, leaving only a familiar palpitation.

Xiao Fan opened his eyes, and a flash of glazed color vanished from them.

"Another fortuitous encounter…"

He lowered his hands, and the unusual trajectory maintained by his spiritual energy disappeared along with it. He rose from the bed, preparing to go out and seek the adventure that belonged to him.

The rewards given by this mysterious trial were not for him alone—everyone who had participated in the second round of the trial received them.

How could such a run-of-the-mill reward compare to the supreme techniques of the Cang Clan!

Ding! A crisp notification sound rang out. Xiao Fan, who had been about to head out, paused and took out his phone.

Someone had sent a message—it was from his mother, a voice message she had sent over.

He tapped it open.

The voice that came through could barely contain her excitement: "Seeing Xiao Fan, come quickly, your elder brother has woken up!"

Xiao Fan froze upon hearing this news.

The emotions that had just settled showed signs of rising again.

Elder brother… woke up? Then perhaps he should go to the hospital first.

Thinking this, he walked out of the bedroom, but just as he reached the door, he stopped again.

A very reasonable thought appeared in his mind.

Since his elder brother had already woken up, it meant he was fine now; going early or late would make no difference.

But an adventure wouldn't wait for a person. If he went too late and someone else took it, what then? After a moment of inner struggle, no more than a few seconds, he had his answer.

Creak~ Opening the door, Xiao Fan looked up at the starry sky.

Sure enough, no matter how he looked at it, he should go find that adventure first.

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