Chapter 667: The Secret of the Ninth Rank

Rumble!

Within the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Gods.

The Blood Sun Embryo was struck by a punch from Lu Xunyang, causing countless cracks to appear; black-red pus and blood poured down like a waterfall, drenching the earth of the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Gods and corroding a ten-thousand-foot abyss.

The golden flame in Lu Xunyang's single eye surged, his Will Manifestation erupted once more, and the golden-red light, like a raging sea, dyed the entire firmament crimson.

He was about to continue his assault.

Suddenly, within the entire world, the rules shifted.

A five-colored long river spanning the heavens and earth condensed and appeared.

A colossal entity stepped out from above the long river, accompanied by endless churning black mist, as a giant claw that blotted out the sky struck down in an instant.

The power of the rules emerged once again, and Lu Xunyang's entire body was deeply imprisoned within space.

"Getting stronger."

The Shi Meng Mo had awakened.

Lu Xunyang furrowed his brows, his battle intent boiling; the golden-red light around his body turned into substance, covering him entirely like armor.

With a boom.

A terrifying explosion resounded.

Countless bloodstains appeared all over Lu Xunyang's body, and his entire form began to disintegrate.

Golden-red light emerged, and his Immortal Will instantly solidified his physical body once again.

Golden light erupted from Lu Xunyang's single eye, and he reached out with one hand, molding the aura of life and death into rules, as if intending to reach into the deepest part of the Shi Meng Mo's rules.

But soon, a massive force rebounded, preventing his aura of life and death from advancing any further.

Lu Xunyang narrowed his eyes.

The Shi Meng Mo had never fought him with its true form, precisely because it feared Lu Xunyang would interfere with its own rules again.

Lu Xunyang pondered.

He had already given Chen Yan a sliver of vitality.

But this vitality was still far too slim.

He had only appeared for a short time, and among everyone, he had chosen Chen Yan.

Because Chen Yan was too special.

He had sensed the aura of life and death on Chen Yan.

In other words, that youth who appeared not very old was actually an Eighth Rank.

Therefore, Lu Xunyang had no choice but to select Chen Yan.

Only by birthing the aura of life and death and mastering a certain power of rules could one have the ability to contend with the Shi Meng Mo.

But Lu Xunyang also knew that his expectations were still a bit too high.

The aura of life and death on that youth was not much, only about eight strands or so.

Too little.

Therefore, during this time, Lu Xunyang had been trying every possible way to tear through the Shi Meng Mo's rule barrier again to make contact with Chen Yan.

But the problem was, the Shi Meng Mo would not give him the chance.

At this moment, even Lu Xunyang's mood grew heavy.

If he were left to fight here alone.

As long as he did not die, he would never give up.

But the Shi Meng Mo had awakened because of him.

Those Creation Realms who participated in the Five Clan Struggle were, in the final analysis, suppressed because of Lu Xunyang.

This made Lu Xunyang feel a bit troubled.

The next moment.

Lu Xunyang threw a punch.

The wind of the punch was vast, space shattered like glass, and the shockwave swept across ten thousand miles.

"Since that is the case, then I shall slay you all to enter the Ninth Rank!"

He spoke in a rage, his voice carrying the power to collapse the heavens and rend the earth.

He was not someone who would pin his hopes on others.

Rather than expecting others to break the situation, it was better to rely on himself to completely walk out of the predicament.

Moreover, that Chen Yan would not receive his help a second time, and the probability of him walking out of the predicament was truly too minuscule.

Entering the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Gods was Lu Xunyang's own choice.

Finding Chi Mi, who had turned into an Ancient God Beast, was merely incidental.

The most important thing was still related to ascending to the Ninth Rank.

If Lu Xunyang wanted to ascend to the Ninth Rank, he could have done so easily.

After all, the Great Xia possessed the Soul of the Fate Chapter.

But using the Soul of the Fate Chapter to ascend to the Ninth Rank was too ordinary.

Yes.

Ordinary.

Lu Xunyang rose from adversity, experienced too much pain that no human should have to endure, and bore too many expectations.

An ordinary Ninth Rank should not be his endgame.

If he were to become an ordinary Ninth Rank, then why did the heavens give birth to him?

The three characters "Lu Xunyang" represented the endless limit!

An ordinary Ninth Rank is enough to change the situation of the world, but it cannot change the future of the human race.

If it were for one person or one country, then using the soul of a Life Chapter to safely ascend to the Ninth Rank would suffice.

But if it is for the common people of the world, for the future of the human race.

Lu Xunyang has no choice but to step into dangerous territory, seeking a sliver of final light within the endless pitch-black abyss.

Many years ago, this was his choice.

Today, many years later, his purpose has never changed.

That child, Xia Qi, has perhaps already departed.

Lu Xunyang strikes repeatedly, his expression growing even colder.

Too many people are waiting for Lu Xunyang.

Those still within the Illusory World, Chen Yan and the others who are being suppressed, are the same.

Every second of delay increases the danger for Chen Yan and the others.

Time waits for no one.

"This new Martial Dao is enough to change my situation!"

Lu Xunyang speaks coldly:

"I also want to go out and see, who exactly is the person who created this new Martial Dao?!"

…………

Illusory World.

Chen Changyuan and the Fatty Principal have just left like this.

Two nurses stand at the hospital entrance, looking at the backs of the two men with expressions of disdain.

Under the moonlit night, the shadows of Chen Changyuan and the Fatty Principal stretch longer and longer, until the two turn a corner and disappear completely.

"So annoying, I was already off duty, yet they had to come find me."

One nurse stands at the hospital entrance, waving her hand in annoyance.

The other nurse nods, suddenly knitting her brows:

"Why do I feel like something is not right?"

"What is not right?" the other nurse asks in surprise.

"I don't know, I don't know why, it feels like something is off?" The frowning nurse lightly strokes her chin, revealing a confused expression.

She suddenly claps her hands and says:

"In the ward, how many patients are there?"

"Twelve, I think."

"Isn't it ten? I remember two were discharged two days ago."

"Is that so? Why don't I remember?"

"I just saw that there were eleven in total?"

"Eleven is not a lucky number."

"That's true."

"Did you see it?"

"Mm."

"I didn't pay attention."

"It's true, I remember I saw eleven patients."

The two nurses look at each other.

Two pairs of eyes stare at each other just like that.

Time seems to go quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

"Forget it, let's go back to sleep first."

One nurse suddenly laughs.

"That's true."

Both nurses smile at the same time.

And it is at this moment.

On the street opposite the hospital, a voice suddenly appears.

It is a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses, standing straight, with a very thin appearance.

Seeing these two nurses, the middle-aged man first knits his brows, then immediately reveals a kind smile:

"The two of you are still working so late?"

The two nurses are startled, and their expressions toward the man become unfriendly:

"Deputy Town Envoy, why have you come again?"

The man smiles:

"I'm just strolling."

The two nurses knit their brows, and one of them crosses her arms and says:

"Do you think we two have slacked off and gone off duty?"

The man smiled and said:

"How could that be?"

He shook his head with a smile, then turned and left immediately.

"Hey, did you steal something?" a nurse called out to the man who was about to leave.

The man paused:

"How could I possibly steal anything? You two shouldn't talk nonsense."

A nurse sneered:

"I will find out sooner or later, you lowly human."

The man lowered his head and bowed respectfully to the two nurses:

"Yes."

Immediately, he left directly.

At the same time.

Chen Changyuan and the Principal were walking back to school together.

"Can I become the Student Council President tomorrow?" Chen Changyuan asked:

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"Definitely!" the Principal smiled:

"The more I look at Yu Laiwei, the less I like him; you are better, Changyuan."

Chen Changyuan nodded, looking at the bottle of potion he was holding, joy appearing in his eyes.

The potions in this Illusory World contain vast cultivation opportunities.

Compared to the opportunities within the school, the ones taken from the hospital are even more precious.

Chen Changyuan cultivates three paths.

Qi-Blood, Tempering, and True Intent.

His True Intent path, after receiving the inheritance of the Inverse Nine Swords, has already reached the peak of the Eighth Grade Sword Soul.

The Tempering path and the Qi-Blood path have also successively reached the peak of the Creation Realm.

The energy contained in the potions within the school is malice and Qi-Blood energy.

But inside the hospital, there are potions containing vast body-tempering energy.

This is the reason why Chen Changyuan went to the hospital.

He not only wants his Qi-Blood path to advance to the Eighth Rank, but his Tempering path as well.

In those years, the human race had some ability to check and balance Ancient Divine Beasts because of the Tempering path.

Within the six Martial Paths.

Physical Martial Paths: Mind Power, Qi-Blood, Tempering.

Auxiliary Martial Paths: True Intent, Array Disk, Element.

Of these six Martial Paths, only the Tempering path is purely from the hands of the human race.

The Tempering path is a great Martial Path.

It is the key point for humanity to escape the fate of being controlled by Ancient Gods.

The other five Martial Paths are all imitated from Ancient Gods or Ancient Divine Beasts.

But are Ancient Divine Beasts fools?

During the ten thousand years of being suppressed by the human race, the Ancient Divine Beasts have also been studying the Tempering path.

And Chen Changyuan does not care about any conflict between the human race and the Ancient Gods.

He is already a "three-surname house slave."

Now, what does it matter if he becomes a "four-surname house slave"?

On the road to pursuing strength, he can abandon everything.

Those humans of the Creation Realm who held their heads high and looked down on him, don't they still lower their noble heads now when they see him?

Compared to their hypocrisy and compromise.

Chen Changyuan's decisiveness and directness are, on the contrary, more straightforward.

No amount of murky hypocrisy is as exciting as pure evil.

Chen Changyuan's eyes erupted with cold light.

He does not enjoy the glory brought by those people lowering their heads to him.

He does not care.

He simply wants pure strength.

"I have always believed that the poems Yu Laiwei transcribed are problematic," Chen Changyuan continued.

"Problematic?" The Principal looked surprised:

"But I didn't see any problem. The characters Yu Laiwei transcribed at the very beginning were indeed ugly, but what he wrote afterward was quite good.

If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have let him be the Student Council President."

Chen Changyuan narrowed his eyes; the rule restrictions within this Illusory World are still too stupid.

Chen Yan can easily deceive people by using malice to transcribe.

Chen Changyuan pondered how to use the rules to kill Chen Yan.

He wants to pursue a life-and-death battle with Chen Yan; this point is beyond doubt.

But if Chen Yan doesn't even have the capital to walk in front of him, then there is no need for a life-and-death battle.

If one can kill directly, why be arrogant?

It was Chen Changyuan himself who was the opposite.

Chen Changyuan looked at the medicine bottle in his hand.

He was about to advance to the eighth rank.

And he would advance within an extremely short period of time.

The opportunity provided by this potion was directly infused, similar to a direct bestowal of the rules.

As one of the most powerful ancient divine beasts, the methods of the Shi Meng Mo were undeniably formidable.

A quiet night.

The school was solemn and pitch-black.

Chen Changyuan and the Principal arrived before the school gate.

Inside the security booth, a kind-looking old man hurried out to open the gate for the two of them.

The Principal tilted his head back, nodded faintly, and asked:

"There aren't any problems, are there?"

The old man said with a beaming smile:

"No problems at all, these students are very well-behaved."

Chen Changyuan looked far away toward the dormitory building across the playground.

Inside the first-floor lobby, three dormitory inspection teachers had already walked out, preparing to conduct the second inspection of the night.

A trace of disappointment appeared in Chen Changyuan's eyes.

Had Chen Yan not made a move?

He had thought that Chen Yan would at least put up some resistance, perhaps leading all the Great Xia martial artists to begin a battle.

But Chen Yan had not made any moves up until yesterday afternoon.

By the early morning, Chen Yan had even less of an opportunity to exploit.

Once it reached the morning of the next day, Chen Yan's position as Student Council President would be stripped away.

Chen Yan's final chance for resistance would also vanish.

Chen Changyuan was naturally disappointed.

Chen Yan should have resisted, should have made him feel troubled; that was the real Chen Yan.

If it were just this kind of endurance, even if Chen Changyuan truly killed Chen Yan with his own hands, he would lose the fun.

Chen Changyuan even hoped that Chen Yan could do better.

The stronger Chen Yan was, the more perfect he would be for him!

Chen Changyuan thought to himself as he walked.

Figures emerged one by one in his mind.

Shen Yiwei, Lu Xunyang, Chen Zhu...

And it was at this moment.

Suddenly.

"Yu Laiwei!!!"

A shrill scream suddenly resounded throughout the entire dormitory building.

"Yu Laiwei is gone!!!"

This voice contained absolute fury and absolute coldness, like countless hands covered in sharp claws scratching across a blackboard.

That scream, which almost tore his eardrums, made even Chen Changyuan's body stiffen; he covered his ears and froze in place.

But compared to the physical pain he was enduring.

The shock in his heart was actually even more intense.

With a bang.

The chubby-faced Principal kicked the security guard directly in the stomach, and the latter flew out.

"Didn't you tell me they were all very well-behaved?!" the chubby-faced Principal roared instantly.

"I did..." the security guard revealed a look of terror and hurriedly spoke while trembling:

"He definitely hasn't left the school, I can guarantee it, I have been watching the whole time!!!"

The chubby-faced Principal narrowed his eyes and hurriedly roared:

"All teachers, search for me, he is still in the school!!!"

Soon, one teacher after another ran out and began to search throughout the entire school.

"So bold, so bold, so bold, so bold, so bold..."

The chubby-faced Principal's teeth kept grinding with a creaking sound, and pieces of broken teeth flew out.

"I am going to expel him!!!"