The thunder gradually died away.
Jiang Xueyao broke through two realms in succession, advancing straight from the Mahayana Realm to the Void Meditation Realm!
She silently felt the surging Spiritual Power within her. Surprise appeared on her face, and she could not help saying:
"It's too much..."
"This isn't what my family's records say about the Spiritual Power of this realm!"
"Because this is the Upper Realm," Xu Yuan said.
Jiang Xueyao froze for a moment, then broke into a happy smile.
With power like this, she would rank close to the very top when she returned to the Three Realms.
And that was without the Rainbow Robe, a treasure of such immense value, or her baptism in Primordial Divine Light. From soul to flesh, she was shedding her old self and being reborn!
A great stroke of fortune could hardly be greater than this.
"Someone wanted the robe I'm wearing," Jiang Xueyao said.
"I figured you hadn't fought any of this world's experts yet, so I killed three, left three for you, and gave Li Bai some face while I was at it," Xu Yuan said.
"Why?" Jiang Xueyao asked.
"You need to make your own voice heard. In the jianghu, they call it planting your banner," Xu Yuan said with a roguish air.
Jiang Xueyao rolled her eyes at him, then smiled so radiantly she could not resist the urge to stroke his face.
"Planting your banner" was jianghu slang. If you wanted to establish yourself somewhere, you had to pull off a few major feats so everyone knew what you were capable of and how strong you were.
Jiang Xueyao came from an Aristocratic Clan. Now that she had suddenly arrived in the Upper Realm, there were roads she had to walk herself.
What kind of Cultivator