Chapter 105: Supreme Immortal Art

This man was a true immortal; he couldn't be provoked at all. Or rather, this person was the truth itself! Even a casual glance or a simple gesture could lead to his immediate disappearance, leaving not even ashes behind.

"I suppose you wouldn't dare either. Since that's the case, I'll tell you this: the two young girls sitting atop the Jixing Holy Land carry extraordinary treasures—at least at a level beyond true immortals."

With those words, the face of the Rufu Palace Master suddenly changed. Did this mean that the figure behind the Jixing Holy Land and the Ziyan Holy Land had already surpassed the true immortal realm? If that were true, then standing up now would be nothing short of courting death.

"Rest assured. There's no need to worry—even if his level were infinitely higher, he wouldn't be able to alter their ultimate fate."

The middle-aged man spoke with cold indifference. "Hurry and select the finest disciples from your sect. I want them to become invincible existences in the shortest possible time!"

Now they had to rely on young disciples' competitions to draw out the face of the being behind Nanyi, and that would definitely require some effort. At least with the current strength of the disciples under the Rufu Palace Master's command, there was no chance of forcing out the high expert behind them.

Upon hearing this, the Rufu Palace Master drew in a deep breath of cool air. "Master, I will go right away."

He had no turning back now. He could only keep moving forward, and winning this competition would be ideal.

If the Rufu Palace Master had felt some hesitation before, the middle-aged man's words had now put his mind at rest. At the very least, the Rufu Holy Land would receive protection.

...

What about the Sword Sect?

Qi Ming truly looked down on the few people standing before him.

"These are your best disciples?"

"Truly trash!"

Before him stood two men and one woman, the top young talents of the Sword Sect's younger generation. Yet now, facing Qi Ming, they were filled with disdain. This made the young men's faces darken with discomfort. Still, they dared not show it. Even if their hearts burned with resentment, they could only endure. Because Cao Renjian had told them that the man in the flax-colored robe was the true master of the entire Sword Sect.

One thing they all knew was that their sect leader Cao Renjian had achieved his breakthrough to the quasi-immortal realm thanks to this middle-aged man.

Cao Renjian, seeing these dissatisfied young people from the Sword Sect, immediately stepped forward with a flattering smile. "Master, please don't be angry. Although these disciples of our Sword Sect are trash, with you here, they won't remain trash for long! As long as you give them even a little strength, they will become invincible warriors and sweep through the young talents of the entire Nanyi. Then no one in the Heavenly Martial Realm will be able to oppose them."

Qi Ming watched Cao Renjian beside him smiling like a loyal dog and let out a cold snort.

"You know it well."

With that, he turned to the young men before him. "Consider yourselves blessed from several lifetimes of cultivation to be taught by me and have a chance to display your abilities!"

"Kneel!"

Cao Renjian was overjoyed. If the master could truly help these people, then the Sword Sect becoming the ruling power of the Heavenly Martial Realm would happen immediately!

"Cao Zhen, Xia Meimei, Zhang Yujian—kneel down now. The master will grant you supreme glory!"

The three of them immediately dropped to their knees. Qi Ming stepped forward, spiritual energy surging from his hands in golden light that he directed onto the bodies of the three young men.

...

At the same time.

Zhu Xiaoyuan was lounging in the courtyard, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the small mountain village and the afternoon sunlight. More than a few days had passed since Lu Ran and Long Ruxuan had taken him as their master, yet no new disciples had arrived. For a moment, Zhu Xiaoyuan felt utterly bored. The system had tasked him with accepting ten disciples, but he only had two now, with ten more left to complete the mission!

Based on his current rate, how much longer would it take him to finish?

These days he could only teach his disciples, drink tea, and listen to music, feeling profoundly idle. Yet his days passed in utter leisure.

For several days running, he had been eating holy medicine and vegetables. Lu Ran was no longer the fragile Lu Ran from a few days ago who could barely lift a chicken. He now handled the heavy hoe with ease, and his cultivation had surged dramatically.

Each meal infused him with countless slivers that circulated through his body. When he began weeding afterward, he could draw the immortal spiritual energy into his very being. In just a few days, he had advanced from a small Foundation Establishment to Void Refinement—specifically the peak of Void Refinement, moments away from the Great Completion realm.

Progress was astonishing!

Long Ruxuan was the same. Eating the same things every day with Lu Ran, he also felt the immortal spiritual energy flowing through him. His cultivation had reached the peak of Void Refinement.

"I feel like upgrading under Master's guidance is ridiculously simple," Lu Ran said, raising the hoe high before bringing it down. Sweat drenched his face, yet he felt incredibly fulfilled and happy.

Long Ruxuan was no different. The damaged dragon soul within him had reached perfection.

Once, tossing out a single piece of fish bait would send him into a faint, unable to even discern the movements of the koi carp. Now, though, he could clearly see their swimming traces, and the time he spent watching had grown longer as well.

"I must work hard and catch up to my senior sisters as soon as possible!" he told himself, adding some extra motivation before gazing once more into the koi pond where golden fish swam.

In another corner of the small courtyard, Ruofeng seemed to glow from head to toe. With a light flick of her fair hand, a melodic string of piano notes rose and fell. She appeared completely lost in her music. After Zhu Xiaoyuan's teachings, Ruofeng had cultivated her basic finger techniques to a certain level. She had broken some of her previous restrictions, and the music she played now carried spiritual energy. Yet the more she played, the deeper her confusion grew. It felt as though she had fallen into an unknown realm.

Ruofeng could feel her own music—the way it rose like a flying bird, carrying her soaring into the sky. She saw palaces floating above, immortals walking among them, and other wonders beyond count...