"Little Xi, with talent like yours, you ought to join me at the Immortal Academy. There are many ancient sites left from Immortal Ancient there, and even immortal cave abodes have emerged," Lan Xian said, offering her heartfelt advice.
An old monster had taken her as a disciple when she was young, allowing her to cultivate at the Immortal Academy. Not long ago, she had even obtained the legendary firmament seed in an immortal cave abode, causing a stir among countless old monsters.
Only a little over ten years old, she had already entered the Spirit Transformation Realm. Her aptitude for cultivation was rare across the ages, drawing praise from countless old monsters.
To be honest, Xi Yue's talent was in no way inferior to that of the Immortal Academy's greatest prodigies. In fact, this was only what showed on the surface; she might still be hiding more.
For such an outstanding talent not to cultivate at either of the two academies would truly be a waste.
"My path doesn't lie there. Old monsters have tried to take me as their disciple before, but I turned them all down. Besides, I'm used to being free and dislike restrictions. That sort of environment really doesn't suit me."
Xi Yue shook her head, her tone firm.
Had she not awakened, things might have been different. She might indeed have entered one of the academies to cultivate.
But now that she had glimpsed a few threads of the future and begun making plans, she naturally would not confine herself to one little corner of the world.
Seeing how resolute she was, Lan Xian did not press her. "That's fine too. You have your own path to walk. It's just a bit of a pity."
"There's nothing to regret. This is my own choice. Haha, who knows? Staying outside might let me gain even more!" Xi Yue said.
That was the truth. Ancient sites from Immortal Ancient and immortal cave abodes amounted to nothing compared with those few heaven-defying opportunities in her memories.
However great the opportunities in those ancient sites might be, could they surpass an Immortal King Weapon?
However rich the blessings in an immortal cave abode might be, could they surpass the Ten Fiends Treasure Technique?
At that thought, a fiery gleam flickered through her eyes, vanishing in an instant.
Lan Xian was somewhat puzzled. Her spiritual sense was keen as well, and she had caught that fleeting change. That expression had clearly been one of extreme excitement.
Still, she did not pry into the reason.
"Mm, it seems the two girls are getting along very well."
Suddenly, a voice drifted over from the edge of the sky. It sounded very old, but not decrepit, and carried an extraordinary spiritual resonance.
The two looked up and saw a pair of elders approaching together, bearing the lofty air of immortals. The resonance of the Dao wreathed their bodies, lending them an extraordinary presence.
"Grandfather," Xi Yue called.
Lan Canghai nodded with a smile, then pointed to the elder beside him and introduced him. "This is an old brother of mine, and the current head of the Lan Family. You may call him Granduncle."
"Granduncle." She turned to the elder and bowed.
"Haha, excellent, excellent! Your talent truly is extraordinary, girl. You're no less gifted than little Xian." The elder laughed, reaching out to pat Xi Yue on the shoulder with a radiant smile.
At his realm, he could discern a great deal with a single thought. One glance was enough to see how extraordinary Xi Yue was.
Not only was this girl's physical strength frighteningly powerful, but her Primordial Spirit was scarcely any weaker. Even he was startled, inwardly marveling that the younger generation was truly formidable.
If she could obtain a heaven-defying ancient seed, her future achievements would likely know no bounds!
Besides, Xi Yue was one of his juniors too. At his age, there were few things left that mattered to him. How could he not rejoice at seeing a younger member of his own family possess such astounding talent?
"Little Xian, how long do you plan to stay with the family this time?" He turned to Lan Xian and asked.
"Not long. I may have to return to the academy in less than a month." Lan Xian's eyes shone clear and bright, her tone calm.
Although the Immortal Academy offered an extraordinary environment for cultivation, the competition was so fierce that even she felt somewhat weary.
The place was all but hidden from the world; calling it isolated would be no exaggeration. Only because she had obtained the firmament seed had those old monsters begun paying even more attention to her, granting her every request.
Yet as far as she knew, she was not the only one who had obtained an invincible ancient seed. That gave her a sense of urgency.
Though she believed herself no weaker than anyone else, that was one thing, and this was another. She would not underestimate the outstanding talents of the world.
Before long, Yao Yue arrived as well, her white dress fluttering and her figure light and graceful, like drifting clouds beneath the moon.
"Oh, so this is the younger cousin I've never met. You really are wonderfully lively and graceful." Yao Yue covered her mouth with a soft laugh and caught Lan Xian's fair wrist.
Lan Xian and Yao Yue were around the same age, but by a precise reckoning, Yao Yue was a little older, so she claimed the elder position first.
The corner of Lan Xian's mouth twitched. They really are sisters. Even their personalities are exactly alike-neither stands on ceremony at all.
They began chatting, and the two elders beside them were overjoyed to see their juniors getting along so well.
"We're about the same age, and our cultivation realms aren't far apart. Why don't we spar?" Lan Xian suggested. She could sense that Yao Yue was extraordinary too, and wanted to see which of them was stronger.
In truth, she also had a small private motive: she was somewhat dissatisfied with being called the younger cousin.
Yao Yue nodded in agreement, her own fighting spirit rising.
The two stood facing each other, each releasing astonishing fluctuations of divine power. At once, the surrounding vegetation and loose stones were swept up amid rolling booms, and even the void rippled.
Then an earth-shaking duel began.
The sight naturally drew countless talented young members of the family to stop and watch. Such a scene was rare: a clash between young supremes.
"Isn't that our elder clan sister Lan Xian? Who is she fighting?" someone cried out.
"No idea. Another fairy, and she looks just as extraordinary."
"I know! It's her-the Witch's older sister!" A youth recognized Yao Yue and immediately shouted.
Yet he was so immersed in his own world-shaking brilliance that he failed to notice the strange looks everyone around him was giving him.
After the earlier battle, these young family members had privately begun calling Xi Yue the Witch. Her fighting style was far too ferocious, without a trace of a fairy's grace. She was more like a Demon God.
Xi Yue abruptly raised her head.
Who were they calling a witch? Her?
These people were actually calling her the Witch?
The only reason she fought them with physical strength alone was that their bodies were too fragile. If she used treasure techniques and failed to control them properly, she might really kill someone.
With that thought, she walked lightly toward the youth, a smile lingering on her lips. Her eyes shimmered, bright as autumn waters.
The youth's hair instantly stood on end. He felt a chill rise behind him, as though some uncanny presence had fixed its gaze on him, plunging him into an ice pit.
Before he could turn around, his entire body shot off the ground and streaked across the sky like a meteor, shining brilliantly as he flew off to parts unknown.
Having done all that, Xi Yue lightly dusted her hands, her smile unchanged.
She had controlled her strength and would not leave the youth seriously injured. Then she looked elsewhere, toward the two women locked in battle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Divine light in every color surged into the sky, dazzling and brilliant. Multiple treasure techniques collided and intertwined, then turned into streaks of light that fell like rain.
The two truly deserved to be called daughters favored by heaven. With every gesture, they effortlessly unleashed all manner of treasure techniques, each cultivated to a profound level. For a time, the roars of ferocious beasts and cries of divine birds filled the world around them.
In a mere instant, they exchanged no fewer than ten blows. Blood flowed from both of them; each had been wounded.
Yet their fighting spirit continued to climb, an inexplicable fire burning in both pairs of beautiful eyes.
The next moment, they clashed again, blinding divine light bursting from their bodies like two great suns spanning the sky, their might shaking the eight directions.