Rampage, Surpassing Sacred Bodies!

"Without the strength, yet so full of yourself—you actually dared to take the initiative. If you die, you die for nothing!"

The moment those words were spoken, the cultivators in the stands were struck speechless.

Yet they grew even more anxious.

Among those being driven into peril after peril by the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan were their own Personal Disciples!

His expression shifted unpredictably.

But the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan only became more ferocious. Killing intent billowed around him; his fists were like mountains, his palms like heavenly blades. Wherever he went, all three opponents blanched and retreated three paces. Even the Cave Heaven Realm cultivator was wounded again and again.

On the other side, Huo Yun'er had not moved, but her four opponents were in just as miserable a state!

More than a hundred magical artifacts and spirit artifacts shone as they bombarded them in a mad barrage, leaving the four able only to defend themselves in disarray, with no chance to strike back at all.

The sight made Iron Fool's expression change drastically. Hugging his pill furnace, he scampered to the edge of the arena in a puff of smoke, muttering without end, "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead."

Xiao Ling'er could not help being secretly astonished as well.

The Fire Virtue Sect Master's own daughter—was this the might of a rich young lady?!

She did not even possess a single spirit artifact, while Huo Yun'er had over a hundred spirit artifacts and magical artifacts. This might not even have been her limit—who knew how many more she had in her storage pouch!!!

What was this called? This was called foundation.

Unfortunately, the Moon Embracing Sect had declined with every passing year, and at present, it did not have much foundation left.

She sighed inwardly, but her eyes soon began to shine.

"Still, with the Earth Core Demonic Fire, there is a chance to rise again. And with me here, from this day forward, the Moon Embracing Sect is destined never to lack pills again. If I can trick a junior brother or junior sister with exceptional artifact-refining talent into coming back too..."

A shocking battle unfolded before her. Though they were all alchemists, when it came to actual combat, they were no weaker than the prodigies of their generation.

Yet Xiao Ling'er found herself unable to take any interest for the moment. Instead, she began calculating.

Wealth, techniques, companions, land.

For cultivators, wealth was undoubtedly the most crucial of all. And this "wealth" naturally included pills and all manner of equipment. She could handle the pills herself, but equipment required an artifact refiner.

"Unfortunately, this Huo Yun'er isn't quite suitable."

She carefully recalled the sect rules, only to realize that Huo Yun'er did not meet a single one of them. Thus, she abandoned any thought of recruiting her.

Otherwise... she really would have wanted to give it a try.

It was just that the chances of success would certainly have been low.

If anyone else had learned of such thoughts, they would surely have been left speechless.

She was the dignified young lady of the Fire Virtue Sect, and you still found her lacking?!

At that moment, Liang Danxia could not help saying, "I increasingly feel that your master is no ordinary man. The sect rules he established, especially the part regarding accepting disciples, completely avoid all kinds of prodigies—or rather, the prodigies everyone recognizes on the surface!"

"Hm?"

Xiao Ling'er froze. Thinking it over carefully, it really did seem to be true!

They were all incomprehensible rules. The various rules for priority admission and directly making someone a Personal Disciple were equally bizarre in every possible way, perfectly avoiding every kind of prodigy.

Those who had long been famous, those who had achieved success in their respective fields—even those born with Spirit Bodies, divine bodies, or even Sacred Bodies—none of them qualified.

In fact...

They had never even been mentioned!

"He cannot possibly be unaware of how powerful those prodigies are, such as those born with divine bodies or Sacred Bodies. Yet he dismisses them completely and has never even mentioned them. That is highly unreasonable! Unless he believes that the disciples recruited through these rules we cannot understand are even stronger than Sacred Bodies!"

Liang Danxia's words greatly startled Xiao Ling'er. Liang Danxia herself was the same.

"If that is truly the case..." Xiao Ling'er murmured, and cold sweat instantly broke out all over her.

"In Master's eyes, can I stand shoulder to shoulder with—or even surpass—a Sacred Body?"

The pressure upon her suddenly multiplied!

"I fear that may truly be what he believes."

Liang Danxia murmured faintly, then said, "But in my view, you indeed need not worry about divine bodies or Sacred Bodies. As long as you are given time, with the sect's help and this old woman's guidance, you may not be unable to contend with the Sacred Bodies of this age."

"Perhaps even defeating them in battle is not impossible!"

After saying this, Liang Danxia could not help but pause before coming to her senses.

Gasp!!!

Did this not indirectly prove the reliability of the sect rules Lin Fan had established?

Boom!!!

Before the two could sort out their thoughts, another of the three battling the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan met his end. This time, it was the alchemist whose cultivation had already reached the Cave Heaven Realm!

He was blasted several miles into the ground by a single punch, his breath already extinguished.

Boom!

His Alchemical Fire went out of control, and his pill furnace exploded. Xiao Ling'er staggered backward again and again.

As for the remaining two, they naturally had even less hope of survival.

In mere moments, only the last man remained, and he was in mortal danger.

Just as the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan sneered and prepared to deliver the killing blow, an ethereal voice drifted down from the stands. "Could you leave him a way out? Don't slaughter them to the last. This old man will owe you a favor."

"Who is it?!"

Everyone was startled and searched in every direction.

Yet the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan did not hesitate in the slightest. His hand showed no mercy.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed through the air. A hand-chop came down, and no one knew into how many "pieces" that last person had been cut.

"When this Divine Son acts, since when does he need others to tell him what to do?"

"Hmph!"

The voice remained ethereal, but it ultimately only gave a cold snort before falling silent.

"Some old fool who doesn't know his place, daring to talk favors with this Divine Son? I'm standing right here—do you dare kill me?"

With a disdainful smile, the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan turned his gaze toward Huo Yun'er and her opponents, murderous light spreading in his eyes.

"Does he really intend to kill every single competitor?!"

Xiao Ling'er was secretly alarmed.

"He is merely a petty man drunk on newfound power. He's only the Third Divine Son... Without the Feather Clan backing him, he would not dare act so recklessly! Besides, he does not dare kill everyone. At the very least, he would not dare touch Huo Yun'er."

"The Fire Virtue Sect is also a major sect, a top-tier second-rate sect. Though the Feather Clan is a holy-land-level force, he is only the Third Divine Son and would not dare kill Huo Yun'er. If the First Divine Son were here, that might be possible."

"Teacher, this Feather Clan is...?"

"To put it nicely, they are one of the Immortal Ancient Clans among the Demon Race."

"To put it plainly: bird demons."

Liang Danxia's answer left Xiao Ling'er somewhat bewildered.

"So they're demons with feathers?"

As they spoke, the Third Divine Son of the Feather Clan made his move again, suppressing and killing all four of Huo Yun'er's opponents. Yet he did not touch Huo Yun'er. The two exchanged a glance, both frowning slightly.

Then...

his gaze swept toward Xiao Ling'er and Iron Fool.

Iron Fool's face was filled with vigilance and terror. He clutched his pill furnace tightly, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, ready to flee at any moment.

Xiao Ling'er frowned deeply, remaining secretly on guard.

"Forget it. After this, I would not want the world to spread tales that this Divine Son is addicted to slaughter. Heh, just two ants."

They were merely two Core Condensation Realm cultivators, and the pills they refined were only third-grade pills. In the end, he lost any interest in attacking, though he still shot Iron Fool a glance. "If this Divine Son wished to make a move, do you think you could escape?"

"Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Iron Fool turned and ran, sending the crowd into incessant laughter.

Xiao Ling'er, however, let out a long breath.

"In that case, I won't need to risk my life. Teacher, you'll face less danger as well."

"As expected, it is better to keep a low profile..."

"The next time there is an alchemy competition like this, unless necessary, I will not participate either."