"Bang!" Catching Zhao Qiyan off guard, An Yunpeng lunged forward and struck Zhao Qiyan's chest with a palm, blasting a hole through it. In less than a moment, all the blood in Zhao Qiyan's body was forcibly drained dry.
It truly was an exceedingly vicious technique.
An Yunpeng pulled the Storage Ring from Zhao Qiyan's finger, his face lighting up with wild delight. This was a Xiantian Pill! For people like them, wasn't their greatest wish to advance into the Xiantian realm? Without a Xiantian Pill, he had little confidence. Once an attempted breakthrough failed, the lightest consequence was losing all one's cultivation, while the worst was death.
But with the aid of a Xiantian Pill, so long as one was not unlucky enough to die, there generally would be no problem!
Once one became a Xiantian Expert, one could dominate an entire region, just like his master, invincible in one domain.
Now! Ye Xiwen thought. Heavenly Immortal Steps flashed beneath his feet, and in an instant, he had rushed before An Yunpeng.
"Young Master, watch out!" At that moment, a Blood Hand Gate disciple spotted Ye Xiwen and cried out in alarm.
"Too late!" Ye Xiwen shouted. His long saber swept out, and a flash of light blinded An Yunpeng.
"Splurt!" Blood sprayed everywhere. Lost in his ecstasy, An Yunpeng had no way to evade Ye Xiwen's attack. It was as swift as lightning; before he could even react, he was cleaved directly in two.
"Young Master!"
"You dare kill the Young Master? Give us your life!"
Although the Blood Hand Gate disciples had slaughtered all of Da Qing City's guards, only a few of them remained. The strongest among them was merely a Houtian Eighth Stage martial artist. How could they possibly be Ye Xiwen's match?
Ye Xiwen cut them down one by one, killing them all.
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!
After killing every Blood Hand Gate disciple, Ye Xiwen did not dare linger. Who knew when the three Xiantian realm experts from the other battlefield would arrive?
If any one of them came, he would be in for more than he could handle.
After taking the Storage Rings from Zhao Qiyan and An Yunpeng, Ye Xiwen did not pause and immediately departed. Ten minutes after Ye Xiwen left, the Da Qing City Lord appeared there in tattered clothes. At the sight of his son, who had been drained into a dried corpse, he roared in fury.
"Blood Hand Gate, I will not rest until you are destroyed!"
After taking a wide detour, Ye Xiwen returned to Tian Yuan City. By then, more than half the martial artists in Tian Yuan City had already left. They had come for the Xiantian Pill, but now that it had an owner, there was no longer any chance to fish in troubled waters. They could only depart.
Ye Xiwen returned to the inn without drawing attention, took out the two Storage Rings, and immediately broke into ecstatic delight.
The two Young Masters were indeed wealthy. As expected of people raised as successors. The two Storage Rings held a full hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. To Ye Xiwen, who had never possessed more than ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones at his richest, this was an astronomical sum. Even among Core Disciples, anyone with ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones was considered wealthy. A hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones— not even the richest Core Disciple possessed such a fortune. Though Yi Yuan Sect was vast and had over a hundred Core Disciples, naturally none of them could have as many Low-Grade Spirit Stones as people like Zhao Qiyan and An Yunpeng, who had been groomed as successors.
Overnight, his wealth had surged enormously. It could be said that Ye Xiwen would not lack Spirit Stones for cultivation for quite some time.
Besides these Spirit Stones, there were also several martial arts manuals. However, Ye Xiwen felt that none of them suited him very well, so he was not too disappointed.
There were also many pills and other items, instantly bulging Ye Xiwen's purse. Of course, the Golden Cicada Silk inner armor Zhao Qiyan had bought earlier had not even been worn before it fell into Ye Xiwen's hands, benefiting him instead.
Naturally, the most important gain this time was the Xiantian Pill. The Xiantian realm was the first great threshold in martial cultivation. Ninety-nine percent of martial artists would be stuck at this threshold, and few could cross it. Ye Xiwen was not entirely confident either, but now that he had the Xiantian Pill's help, he was highly confident that he could step into the Xiantian realm. It was simply not yet time for him to make that breakthrough, so he put the Xiantian Pill away for now.
After taking stock of his gains, Ye Xiwen did not return to Yi Yuan Sect. Instead, he immediately began closed-door cultivation. Others might need to choose a proper place for seclusion, but for Ye Xiwen, who possessed that special space, cultivating in seclusion anywhere was more or less the same.
In one month, it would be time for the Core Disciple Competition. Originally, the Core Disciple Competition was to be held three months after the Sect Internal Competition. But this Core Disciple Competition was to be jointly held with the Zhang Family, and it would take place within the Blood Origin Realm. Since the Blood Origin Realm would open one month from now, the Core Disciple Competition had also been moved forward to one month later.
If Ye Xiwen wanted to stand out in the Core Disciple Competition one month from now, he had to seize every moment to cultivate.
Having seized one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones in a single stroke, Ye Xiwen suddenly became extravagantly wealthy. While cultivating, he no longer cared at all about Spirit Stone consumption. He burned all the Spirit Stones, extracted their spiritual energy, and poured it into his body.
Under such conditions, Ye Xiwen's cultivation steadily climbed. All manner of insights into martial arts flooded into his mind at an astonishing speed. Not even the most peerless genius could comprehend martial arts information as he did.
Countless pieces of information nearly burst Ye Xiwen's divine consciousness apart. This time, with ample Spirit Stones, martial arts information poured into Ye Xiwen's mind even more recklessly.
Thus, day after day passed, and one month vanished in the blink of an eye.
Within the special space, Ye Xiwen moved through mysterious footwork, his figure like that of a heavenly immortal—free and unrestrained. With one step, another Ye Xiwen actually split off beside him, identical in every way, before vanishing once more.
Ye Xiwen stopped, his face full of delight.
"Just as I thought, just as I thought! Heavenly Immortal Steps truly has follow-up techniques!"
Over this month, Ye Xiwen's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds compared with a month ago. His cultivation had directly reached the peak of the Houtian Eighth Stage, only half a step away from breaking through to the Houtian Ninth Stage.
Likewise, his Crescent Moon Slash had progressed from initial mastery to the perfected minor accomplishment stage. He could slash out seven times in succession now, and its power had increased more than fivefold.
His Overlord Body Art had also neared the minor accomplishment stage. His strength had directly reached the power of ninety-nine tigers, already attaining the peak that the Houtian realm could reach.
Everyone, keep helping Xiao Chen push it higher, alright!
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