Holy Dragon

She paused, then continued, "After discussions between the Spirit Hall and the major sects, it has been decided that the Holy Dragon Sect will be selected to fill the vacancy and become one of the new Upper Three Sects."

After he finished speaking, the square fell silent.

Hu Huyan Zhen. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found himself speechless.

Tuoba Xi stood in the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with smugness.

Qian Renxue looked at him. "Sect Leader Tuoba, do you have any objections?"

Tuoba Xi quickly cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, saying, "Your Holiness the His Holiness the Pope wise; the Holy Dragon Sect will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Qian Renxue nodded, then looked at Huyan Zhen: "Sect Leader Huyan, do you have any objections?"

Huyan Zhen remained silent for a moment, then finally shook his head. "No."

His voice was hoarse, tinged with resentment, but he could only accept the fact.

Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:

"In that case, from this day forward, the Upper Three Sects will be— Beichen Heavenly Palace, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Holy Dragon Sect."

"The Clear Sky Sect has officially withdrawn from the ranks of the Upper Three Sects."

Beichen Heavenly Palace.

The new sect's location was finally decided upon on a mountain peak thirty miles north of the Beichen Academy.

That mountain peak is called Qingming Peak. It is steep, shrouded in clouds and mist, and full of vital energy, making it a natural holy place for cultivation.

When Fu Shiyan first climbed this mountain, she immediately decided to choose this place.

After two months of intensive construction, the palaces and pavilions on Qingming Peak have taken initial shape.

The main hall, side halls, Scripture Library, Alchemy Room, Cultivation Field... it has everything.

The architectural style is consistent with that of the Beichen Academy, with pavilions, towers, flying eaves and brackets, green tiles and white walls, simple and solemn.

Fu Shiyan stood in front of the main hall, hands behind her back, her long, silvery-white hair swaying gently in the mountain breeze.

Behind him, Dugu Bo, Yang Wudi, Tai Tan, Niu Gao Bai He stood in a row, their expressions respectful.

Following them are the five Enforcement Elder: Fu Yuan, Fu Lei, Fu Xing, Fu Jin, and Fu Yan.

All eyes were fixed on the figure in black.

Fu Shiyan turned around, looked at them, and smiled slightly.

"The Beichen Heavenly Palace is officially established today."

He paused, then continued, "From this day forward, the Beichen Heavenly Palace will be the home of all of you."

Dugu Bo cupped his hands and said, "Palace Master, rest assured, I will do my utmost to serve the Heavenly Palace!"

Yang Wudi nodded and said, "Palace Master, the Breaking Clan is willing to go through fire and water for the Heavenly Palace!"

Tai Tan, Niu Gao, Bai He declared in unison, "The Four Single-Attribute Clans are willing to serve the Heavenly Palace with utmost loyalty!"

Fu Yuan said in a deep voice, "Young Master, the Enforcement Hall will certainly protect the Heavenly Palace and not allow anyone to infringe upon it!"

Fu Shiyan looked at them and nodded.

"Good."

Next, Fu Shiyan looked at them and made arrangements one by one. Bai He of the Speed Clan was appointed as the Speed Hall of the Beichen Heavenly Palace, mainly responsible for scouting, reconnaissance and other matters...

Yang Wudi, on the other hand, served as the Medicine Hall, primarily responsible for refining medicine...

Tai Tan, on the other hand, served as the head of the Craftsman Gate, responsible for forging weapons and other devices...

As for Niu Gao, he served as the head of the Construction Hall, responsible for the construction and repair of the sect...

Then, he turned around and looked at the vast, desolate mountains in the distance, a deep glint in his eyes.

Beichen Heavenly Palace.

His foundation has finally been laid.

Next up is the Slaughter City.

Beichen Academy, Sequence Class.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the Cultivation Field, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Five Spirit Ring slowly rotated beneath him, emitting a faint glow.

His Soul Power has reached level fifty-two.

In just two months, it was promoted another level.

Such a cultivation speed is unparalleled on the entire continent.

But Tang San felt it wasn't fast enough.

He recalled his twenty-three-year-old self in the Simulation —a level 96 Titled Douluo, with all nine Spirit Ring of the Clear Sky Hammer imbued with 100,000 years.

He has a long way to go.

He opened his eyes and looked at the distant, mist-shrouded Qingming Peak.

Master is there.

Master is building the Beichen Heavenly Palace.

The master is planning for the future.

He can't hold them back.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and continued his cultivation.

Xiao Wu sat beside him, resting her chin on her hands, looking at him.

Her Soul Power has reached level 42, ranking third in the Sequence Class.

"Third Brother, why do you think Master built the Beichen Heavenly Palace?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Tang San opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "Master said that the Academy is the Academy, and the sect is the sect."

"Academy recruit students from all over the land, while sects gather their core strength."

"If Beichen wants to establish itself on the continent, one Academy alone is not enough."

Xiao Wu nodded as if she understood, then asked, "So, should we join the Beichen Heavenly Palace?"

Tang San shook his head. "I don't know. Master didn't say."

He paused for a moment, then said, "But whether we join or not, we will always be our master's students."

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously. "Yes!"

In the distance, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were sparring. The two exchanged blows, fighting fiercely.

Ma Hongjun was engulfed in golden-red flames, and every punch he threw carried a scorching wave of air.

Oscar wielded his silver staff with impenetrable speed, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound.

This long staff was a weapon that Fu Shiyan gifted to Oscar last year. Combined with the staff technique she gave him, Oscar's combat power was in no way inferior to that of Battle Soul Master of the same level.

Both were level 43, their strength was evenly matched, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, holding the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hands, amplifying the power of the two of them.

Ning Rongrong also had Ning Rongrong refine a Nine Treasures Pill for Yang Wudi using Aromatic Silk Beauty and other herbs, because of Fu Shiyan's consideration.

Her Soul Power had thus reached level thirty-two.

Although she can't compare to Tang San and Xiao Wu, she has improved a lot compared to two years ago.

She looked at Ma Hongjun and Oscar, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Zhu Zhuqing was alone in a corner of the training ground, holding a short sword in her hand, practicing thrusting over and over again.

Her movements were clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

Her Soul Power had reached level thirty-four, placing her in the middle of the Sequence Class.

Mo Xuan stood not far from her, holding a long sword in his hand, also practicing swordsmanship.

His Soul Power has reached level 46, second only to Tang San in the Sequence Class.

He is making rapid progress.

It was so fast it surprised everyone.

Only he himself knows why he works so hard.

He wants to become stronger.

Strong enough to protect those you want to protect.

So strong that it prevents the tragedy from repeating itself.

Night fell.

Fu Shiyan stood alone atop Qingming Peak, gazing up at the starry sky.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and her dark robes fluttered in the wind.

He raised his hand, and a ball of emerald green light condensed in his palm.

The Life Divine Power.

Then, the light switched to a dark purple.

Destruction Divine Power.

The two forces intertwined and merged in his palm, transforming into a mass of grayish-white chaotic power.

Although the character design is not yet fully developed, it already demonstrates some basic power.

As he clenched his fist, the light dissipated.

"The Slaughter City..." he murmured to himself.

The First Trial of the God Trial Destruction: destroy the most evil place on the Douluo Continent.

Slaughter City.

He has to go.

Moreover, he planned to take Tang San with him.

Let Tang San pass the God Trial first.

Even if things don't go well, we must bring Tang Chen out and pass on the legacy.

He withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked down the mountain.

Behind me, the stars shone brightly, and the night was deep.