Chapter 64: The Reward of the Second Trial

According to the term limit of the Yu Jianzong sect master, this current sect master had only been in office for a few years, assuming no unforeseen events occurred.

So you’re already plotting for the next term before your seat has even warmed up?

Even if you’re preparing for the future, this is far too early.

Chi Jiuyu said no more and turned back to watch the screens.

All it takes is to deepen the impression over time—eventually, my uncle will support me! Emm…

The main issue is her realm is still far behind.

The minimum requirement for an immortal sect master is Union with the Dao, 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 lost.

But most were the latter.

After all, this second trial offered only one chance.

The remaining screens showed either immortal sect disciples or local Yu Jianzong cultivators.

Chi Jiuyu’s gaze swept across them.

She saw a spellcaster’s shadow surrounded by lightning, his hand flicking to send violet bolts streaking through the air, each step accompanied by a gentle breeze.

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

These lightning-wielding squishies are so damn annoying!

Chi Jiuyu mentally grumbled.

Meanwhile, the alchemist from Jishigu’s muscles swelled, his body rising a full foot taller, black hair wild, greenish aura flickering on his face, eyes blazing red.

He charged head-on against the body cultivator’s shadow without fear—and held his own.

The body cultivator from Longxiang Qiantian Sect knelt, his entire body covered in fine wounds.

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

She was a Hehuan Sect cultivator—but not a charm cultivator; she was a Tianren.

Tianren are an extreme type of cultivator, devoted to the union of human and heaven, the transformation of yin and yang.

In simpler terms…

“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 straight onto the wall!”

As he swung, his mouth never stopped, spewing foul language nonstop.

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

Fuck!

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

The rose-red threads quivered violently, wrapping around in a flood.

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

“Tch! What a low-class brute,” Chi Jiuyu sneered.

The faggot was nearly driven mad.

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

The first category is the path cultivated by the Hehuan Ancestor—the most numerous cultivators in today’s Hehuan Sect: charm cultivators.

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

The second category are cultivators who practice orthodox dual-cultivation and extraction techniques—huan cultivators.

The reason the ancient Hehuan Sect gained such infamy was largely due to huan cultivators who focused on extraction and some low-talent charm cultivators, so many were killed during the sect’s purification.

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 on his bed, his eyes still filled with lingering shock.

【Name: Xiao Fan】

【Realm: Qi Refining Ninth Layer】

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

Yes, he had won.

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

“Thanks to the Xuantian Battle Art…”

With the boost from the Xuantian Battle Art, he broke free from the body cultivator’s grip at the last moment.

In the end, relying on the Cang Clan’s powerful recovery and the Xuantian Battle Art’s evasive tactics, he wore the shadow down until it died.

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

He wanted to see how much this second trial’s reward compared to the Cang Clan’s supreme art.

He felt a soft white light, and a profound technique unfolded within his heart—The Method of Clarifying My True Origin.

Cultivating it could rectify one’s primordial source and illuminate the mind to see one’s nature—it was his reward for passing the second trial.

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

Soon, the room held only the faint sound of breathing.

With each inhale and exhale, his hands spontaneously formed a strange hand seal, and his spiritual power began circulating along an unusual path.

Xiao Fan felt a coolness at his third eye, and countless images surfaced—fuzzy at first, then sharpening.

His restless thoughts gradually calmed; the images were all too familiar—things he himself had nearly forgotten…

His parents’ hopeful gazes as he first learned to speak.

His elder brother’s concerned inquiries as he grew older.

And the bold vows they’d made together beneath the night sky.

“I’ll join Yu Jianzong one day—I’ll become its sect master!”

The childish words still echoed in his ears.

Back then, he was naive, believing anything he wanted, he could achieve.

A faint smile appeared on Xiao Fan’s face.

The vision shifted again.

His father’s weary expression, forcing a smile.

His mother’s hunched figure beside the sickbed.

And his elder brother, lying unconscious on the bed.

Why had he never noticed? He felt dazed, a pang of sorrow rising—he asked himself silently.

Lately… have I been too cold? A rushing sound like blood surged in his ears; a towering, vast figure appeared, instantly replacing the previous images.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his heart—the emotions he’d just felt vanished instantly, leaving only a familiar unease.

Xiao Fan opened his eyes; a flicker of lapis-colored light flashed and vanished.

“Another opportunity…”

He lowered his hands; the strange circulation of spiritual power faded. He rose from bed, preparing to go out and seek his own destiny.

The mysterious trial’s reward wasn’t given to him alone—all who participated in the second trial received it.

This common, run-of-the-mill reward could never compare to the Cang Clan’s supreme art!

Ding! A clear alert sounded. Xiao Fan paused as he stepped out, pulling out his phone.

A message had arrived—his mother, sending a voice note.

He tapped it open.

Her voice trembled with excitement: “Xiao Fan, come quickly—your brother’s woken up!”

Xiao Fan froze at the news.

The emotions he’d just calmed began rising again.

Brother… woke up? Maybe I should go to the hospital first.

Thinking this, he stepped out of his bedroom—but stopped at the door.

A perfectly reasonable thought entered his mind.

Since his brother is awake now, he’s out of danger—whether he goes now or later doesn’t matter.

But destiny doesn’t wait. What if someone else takes it? He hesitated—then, in seconds, he had his answer.

Creak—he opened the door and looked up at the starry sky.

Indeed, no matter how he weighed it, he should find that destiny first.

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