"Check-in!"
Ye Xuan mentally complained, but still chose to sign in without hesitation.
"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have successfully checked in and obtained the martial skill Good Fortune Heavenly Dipper Finger. Would you like to start practicing now?"
The system's voice sounded again, and Ye Xuan chose to cultivate without hesitation.
In an instant, a vast amount of information flooded into my mind.
Soon, Ye Xuan became engrossed in cultivation.
An hour later, Ye Xuan stood up.
With a creak, the palace doors opened automatically, and Ye Xuan stepped out.
"He's out!"
"What is this demon going to do?"
"This bastard is actually quite good-looking."
Upon seeing Ye Xuan emerge from the main hall, the expressions of all the Tianjiao turned solemn.
The young men were all on edge, their fists clenched, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The beautiful women couldn't help but straighten their graceful bodies, their lovely eyes fixed on Ye Xuan.
Despite their outward wariness, they couldn't help but gull over it like infatuated fans.
The young man was dressed in white and had an elegant demeanor.
A faint smile played on his incomparably handsome face.
He was enveloped in a divine radiance, making him look like a young emperor; his aura was simply outstanding.
Ye Xuan stepped through the air with composure and elegance, and soon landed in the courtyard.
At this moment, all the Tianjiao in the courtyard couldn't help but breathe rapidly.
For some reason, when facing Ye Xuan, they felt as if they were facing a high and mighty god, experiencing unprecedented pressure.
In particular, Ye Xuan's innate elegance and nobility made them feel ashamed and compelled them to bow down in worship.
You must know, they are all Tianjiao, and each of them has an extraordinary background.
Ye Xuan smiled as he looked at the twenty-three Tianjiao, his eyes burning as if he were looking at some rare treasure.
Under that gaze, the young people felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts.
The overwhelming pressure made it hard for them to breathe.
As for those beautiful young women, they couldn't help but tremble slightly, their eyes glazed over. Just a stolen glance at Ye Xuan was enough to make them completely fall for him.
There was no way around it; at this moment, Ye Xuan's aura was simply too outstanding, to the point of being outrageously so.
"You, come out here!"
Ye Xuan's gaze swept over the group of Tianjiao, and soon settled on one of them.
This man was dressed in a purple robe, had a handsome face, and exuded a wild and domineering aura.
His name was Lang Hao, and his cultivation had reached the Origin Mansion Realm Seventh Layer, making him one of the strongest among these people.
When Lang Hao saw Ye Xuan pointing at him, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
He was like a young bride about to be humiliated; despite his reluctance, he forced himself to endure the humiliation and resentment, and stepped forward with a tragic expression. "You, what are you going to do?"
Ye Xuan laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to spar with you. Rest assured, if you can withstand one of my finger strikes, I'll give you a 10% discount."
"Just one finger to your finger? 10% discount?"
Lang Hao's face turned green upon hearing Ye Xuan's words.
Is this for real?
And what's with that 10% discount?
Ye Xuan did not explain, but instead pointed a finger at him.
In an instant, the bright spiritual energy suddenly swept over him, and the general situation of the surrounding world seemed to be drained away in an instant.
Accompanied by a series of rumbling sounds, endless gale-force winds began to sweep across the sky, quickly condensing into an incomparably powerful gale-force finger imprint in mid-air.
The fingerprint was clearly small, but the aura it exuded was extremely terrifying, as if it could annihilate the heavens, its divine power vast and terrifying.
Upon seeing this scene, Lang Hao's expression changed drastically.
He dared not hesitate for a moment longer, and with a loud shout, he instantly retreated.
At the same time, the Spiritual Qi within his body surged forth instantly, all converging within his right arm.
The next second, he struck out with a palm towards Ye Xuan.
" Cloud-Piercing Palm!"
This is an extremely powerful Earth-rank martial skill of the Tyrant Gate, with domineering and fierce power, said to be able to pierce through clouds and shatter stars.
Those Tianjiao around, having witnessed this scene, had already come to their senses and began to scatter and move away.
Whether it was Ye Xuan's finger strike or Lang Hao's palm strike, their power was extremely terrifying, and they did not want to be affected.
However, they were puzzled as to why Ye Xuan hadn't used the Power of Rules to suppress Lang Hao's cultivation.
Have they forgotten?
You must know that Lang Hao is Tyrant Gate Tianjiao, a monstrous talent at the Origin Mansion Realm Seventh Layer.
Ye Xuan was only at the Heavenly Position Realm Second Level.
Without suppressing Lang Hao's cultivation level, even if Ye Xuan's finger strike was extraordinary, no one believed he would be a match for Lang Hao.
Not only were the Tianjiao puzzled, but even Lang Hao himself was somewhat taken aback.
But soon, he became ecstatic.
Even without suppressing his cultivation level, he dares to spar with him?
Then don't blame him for being impolite.
Although he didn't dare kill Ye Xuan, he was willing to make Ye Xuan suffer.
boom!
A loud bang!
That finger, reaching to the heavens and earth, seemingly capable of annihilating the firmament, quickly collided with Lang Hao's domineering palm strike in mid-air.
The spiritual energy exploded instantly, and then, under the incredulous gazes of everyone present...
That finger instantly pierced through Lang Hao's Cloud-Piercing Palm and landed on Lang Hao.
laugh!
Another sound, and a spurt of blood.
Lang Hao was sent flying backward in a very disheveled state.
At the same time, the torn Cloud-Piercing Palm had completely collapsed.
Everyone was stunned by what they saw.
Is Ye Xuan really that terrifying?
Is this even human?
Lang Hao was also completely stunned; his Dao heart was on the verge of collapse.
He had always believed that the reason he was captured was because of Ye Xuan's unpredictable methods of suppressing cultivation, as well as the existence of Han Bingning, a powerful expert at the Venerable Realm.
In fact, he looked down on Ye Xuan somewhat.
Although Ye Xuan, at the Heavenly Position Realm, is indeed a monstrous talent.
But now he realized that even without suppressing his cultivation, he might not be able to suppress Ye Xuan.
This is absolutely devastating.
Many of the other Tianjiao and geniuses shared similar sentiments with Lang Hao.
But now, they're completely numb.
Ye Xuan was quite satisfied with the power of his Good Fortune Heavenly Dipper Finger. He looked at Lang Hao and smiled:
"Excellent, very good. Rest assured, I, the Holy Son, keep my word. I will definitely give your Lineage a 10% discount from now on."
He paused slightly at this point, then asked, "By the way, which faction do you belong to?"
The surrounding Tianjiao were speechless, their hearts breaking.
Lang Hao felt as if he had been struck by a billion times the force of a blow, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood, his heart aching so much he could hardly breathe. "Ba... Tyrant Gate."
Ye Xuan nodded, then turned and strode away.
He was looking at those pretty girls who were secretly eyeing him and giving him flirtatious glances.
He chose to completely ignore it.
"Ah, women."
Ye Xuan sighed as he returned to the palace. With a creak, the palace doors quickly closed.
Linfeng City.
Several cultivators were gathered together, their expressions extremely solemn.
"The investigation has been completed; Ye Xuan and his apprentice are indeed at the Xian Lineage."
"Furthermore, Linfeng City does not strictly control the entry and exit of cultivators."
"As long as we sneak in and instantly subdue Ye Xuan, preventing him from using any methods to suppress his cultivation, we can easily capture him and his master!"
One of the slender cultivators was standing respectfully in front of one of the female cultivators in black robes with a sword, reporting the situation.