People fight and become emperors in advance

Chapter 289 The Dirty Things on the Top of Qifeng Mountain
Zixiao Pavilion.

After spending two months on Dragon Island, I have returned to find the pavilion still thriving and full of vitality.

Looking around, from the lowest-ranking disciples to the most virtuous elders, everyone stood tall and walked with a steady gait. Their every move exuded a hidden sharpness, and their confidence was innate.

Over the past year, the strength displayed by Zixiao Pavilion has not only shocked the Soul Palace and a host of ancient races, but also left most of the disciples and elders in the pavilion extremely shocked, with a strange feeling as if they had woken up to find that the great powers were actually their own.

The big tree we rely on has grown stronger, and as one of its members, I am naturally proud!
Chen Xiao and Zi Yan's quiet return was unknown to anyone except Qing Lin.

"During this time, the elders of those ancient races have generally realized that they cannot change our attitude, so they basically stop coming to visit. Only Gu Mo of that ancient race seems determined to see you, and he comes to Qifeng Mountain every few days."

In the backyard, the three sat around a stone table. Qinglin put her hand to her forehead, looking rather helpless at Gu Mo.

Chen Xiao nodded slightly. He was planning to ask Gu Mo about some things, but since the other party was coming so frequently, there was no need to waste any more effort searching for him.

"I'll handle this. Will the Medicine Clan still try to trip us up?"

"They've been quite well-behaved the last two times, probably because they know they can't stop us, so they've simply given up," Qinglin said, shaking his head.

In the past, when the Pill Tower and the Soul Palace were fighting, these ancient races would constantly engage in petty tricks.

This situation only eased after Zixiao Pavilion and other forces formed a united front, creating a clear gap in strength between them and the Soul Palace on the surface.

However, one ancient race remained undeterred and secretly sabotaged them several times.

This also shows that the Medicine Clan values ​​the origin of the soul more than other ancient races!

It's not surprising that the Medicine Clan has such thoughts, after all, improving one's soul realm is definitely the most beneficial thing for an alchemist.

Chen Xiao saw this and kept it in mind.
Not not reporting, time is not here!
"That's good, Qinglin. Now that I'm back, you won't need to personally lead people into battle anymore. Xian'er is in seclusion, so you should refine that Demon Saint's blood essence as soon as possible. The Soul Clan has kept us active for so long. I have a feeling that the calm before the storm is about to end. The stronger you are, the more at ease I will be."

You can't judge a book by its cover. Even though the situation looks great now, the Soul Clan probably sees them as nothing more than grasshoppers in autumn, unable to keep going for long. That's why they're so indifferent. They just need to wait for an opportunity to wipe them all out at once.

By now, the development of the Dou Qi Continent has deviated greatly from the original trajectory, and Chen Xiao no longer believes in the original storyline.

Apart from relatively fixed moments like the birth of the Bodhi tree, other major and minor events are like reference answers, truly only for reference.

"Young master, you've succeeded?!"

Upon hearing Chen Xiao's words, a look of joy immediately appeared on Qing Lin's pretty face.

Normally, she wouldn't call Chen Xiao that in public anymore, but at this moment, in a moment of emotional excitement, she just blurted it out.

Ziyan, sitting next to them, noticed their little flirtation, gave them a teasing look, and silently lowered her head to blow on her tea, offering no comment.

Chen Xiao didn't mind and nodded with a smile.

He went to Long Island for two months, and everyone around him knows what he was up to.

If it's just to visit Cao Ying and Yao Yao, there's no need to stay for so long.

Upon receiving Chen Xiao's affirmative reply, Qing Lin smiled broadly, even more delighted than if she had taken a step forward herself, and then nodded emphatically.

"Then I'll go into seclusion later!"

She had followed Xun'er to the ancient clan in the past because she wanted to grow up as quickly as possible so that she could help Chen Xiao.

Even though their identities and relationships are different now, her feelings for him haven't faded; in fact, they've become even stronger.

"Sister Qinglin, there's really no need to rush. Why don't you go into seclusion a day later?"

Qinglin looked to her side, where Ziyan's expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't said those words herself.

Seeing that Chen Xiao did not deny it, she immediately nodded slightly in agreement.

...

The next morning.

Chen Xiao, who hadn't had much rest in a year, finally got to sleep in, while Qing Lin had already given birth to her cubs.

Since we're going into seclusion, we should go to a secret chamber.

In particular, the realm she is attempting to reach this time is not an ordinary one.

"Sister Qinglin, hope you break through to the next level soon."

Seeing Qinglin emerge from the courtyard, Ziyan, who had been waiting outside, smiled and offered her her best wishes.

Qinglin smiled back, "Yes, you too."

Zi Yan was taken aback, then nodded in agreement, but she didn't really care.

One reason is that Chen Xiao devoted all his energy to cultivation and reading scriptures during that year.

Furthermore, her situation was similar to her cultivation level. While others cultivated normally, improving one star at a time, she took a different path and directly advanced from Dou Zun to a five-star Dou Sheng!
Without delaying Qinglin any longer, Ziyan watched her head towards the secret chamber.

...

noon.

As Chen Xiao was listening to Hai Bodong and others give a detailed report on the recent situation in the pavilion, Zi Yan's voice transmission suddenly rang in his mind.

Chen Xiao nodded almost imperceptibly, and after Hai Bodong finished speaking, he replied, "Since the Soul Palace is further shrinking, let's hold off for now and allow forces like the Pill Tower Flower Sect to rest and recuperate."

Unlike the Purple Cloud Pavilion, other forces cannot sustain themselves through war, growing stronger and producing more puppets with each battle.

Therefore, after each major battle, a period of rest and recuperation is necessary to allow the injured and powerful warriors time to recover.

"A guest has arrived outside. Just let him in when you go out."

Seeing Hai Bodong and the others stand up, Chen Xiao gave instructions.

The elders nodded in agreement and left the main hall one after another.

In less than two minutes, a rather familiar figure stepped into the main hall alone.

This was an old man, dressed in a gray robe. The moment he stepped into the hall, an aura belonging to the level of a half-saint quietly spread out, enveloping the entire hall.

"Master of Zixiao Pavilion, it's really not easy to see you."

On the main seat, Chen Xiao continued to peruse the scroll in his hand, oblivious to the aura of a half-saint emanating from him. However, it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea, having no effect on him whatsoever.

Hearing the other party's dissatisfied words, Chen Xiao didn't even look up.

"Elder Gu Mo, there's no need for pointless words. Just state your purpose. Please have a seat."

Although Chen Xiao didn't even glance at him, Gu Mo snorted lightly upon hearing the relatively polite words, flicked his sleeves, and headed towards his seat.

However, when he tried to take a step, he found that he was as if he were embedded in space. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move his legs even a little bit!
Just then, an invisible pressure descended upon Gu Mo's shoulder, gradually increasing in intensity, as if giving him time to unleash his full power.

Gu Mo's expression changed, his fighting spirit surged, and he changed hand seals under his sleeves, trying his best to resist this pressure.

Unfortunately, all his efforts were in vain. The more desperately he resisted, the stronger the invisible pressure became, causing Gu Mo's blood to rush to his head and his bones to creak, as if he were about to explode completely at any moment.

Gu Mo gritted his teeth, his face flushed red, his eyes wide open, glaring at the young man in the main seat who hadn't even raised his head. He wanted to question him, but couldn't utter a single word, afraid that if he lost his temper even slightly, he would be crushed.

Fortunately, the oppressive force came and went quickly. "Snap!"

After lasting about half a minute, the invisible pressure suddenly disappeared as Chen Xiao closed the scroll in his hand.

Gu Mo felt a sudden sense of relief wash over him, and his legs went weak, causing him to slump down.

"Battle Saint... overwhelming power!"

"You've advanced to the Dou Sheng rank?"

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

With reason returning, Gu Mo no longer cared about saving face and stared wide-eyed at the figure on the high seat.

At first, he thought it was Zi Yan who had secretly intervened.

He had met Zi Yan in the Soul Devouring Abyss, and afterwards he learned that Zi Yan had instantly killed Tian Mingzi and Tian Ming Lao Yao, and he was well aware of Zi Yan's power.

But now, upon closer inspection, he could not detect anything about Chen Xiao. Combined with his actions just now, a terrifying thought suddenly surged in Gu Mo's mind.

Fighting Saint!

Only those at the Dou Sheng level can explain everything!
Even after guessing the truth, Gu Mo still couldn't believe it.

Even though these ancient races have the bloodline of Dou Di flowing in their veins, most of them can only be slightly ahead of others in the realm below Dou Sheng. Only a very few clansmen with the top bloodlines can break through the Dou Sheng bottleneck with unstoppable momentum.

Even so, it was absolutely impossible for those clansmen to go from the peak of the Ninth Rank Dou Zun to a true Dou Sheng in just one year!
This is a deeply ingrained belief, and it is indeed true.

However, Chen Xiao in front of him gave Gu Mo a surprise that defied expectations.

He had no bloodline to the Dou Di, and had not heard of any opportunity that would allow someone to instantly become a saint in the past year, yet he still managed to do it.

I can't figure it out, I can't understand it, it's like a dream!

Realizing that Chen Xiao might have defied his expectations, Gu Mo felt that seeing Chen Xiao break through was even more painful than seeing his own strength regress!
From the main seat, Chen Xiao glanced at Gu Mo, who was slumped on the ground, his gaze calm and unwavering.

Using the strength of a Dou Sheng to intimidate a Half-Saint is just routine practice and has no honor whatsoever.

"I've heard that you've come to Qifeng Mountain to see me many times. What brings you here?"

The absence of denial implies acceptance.

However, Gu Mo was not worthy of his explanation.

Gu Mo could understand this as well. It was as if his faith had collapsed, or as if he was saddened by his own actions. He looked completely lost and dejected. He chuckled and replied, "In the past year, Miss disregarded her status and had several fierce arguments with several elders in the clan. You were the one who started all of this. Many elders in the clan remember you. One of them wants to see you."

From the moment Gu Mo entered the main hall, Chen Xiao's emotions changed for the first time.

As expected, the situation within the ancient clan was not much different from what he had imagined.

Many elders of the ancient clans are extremely dissatisfied with him!
And Xun'er's situation...

"When and where?"

"I am only responsible for confirming whether you are in Zixiao Pavilion; I know nothing else."

Looking at Gu Mo's blank stare, Chen Xiao shook his head slightly.

He already knew the answer to the question he wanted to ask, so there was no need to continue asking.

He waved his hand, indicating that Gu Mo could leave.

Letting the other party stagger away from the main hall, Chen Xiao sighed softly, flipped his hand, and a pile of scrolls appeared in a flash.

A one-star Dou Sheng is indeed a powerful figure.

But that's not enough to stand tall in front of the ancient tribes!
"Advance payment for future use, the Demon Saint's essence blood..."

With a silent murmur to himself, Chen Xiao had an absolute clear understanding of what he needed to do next.

Since one-star Dou Sheng isn't enough, then two-star, three-star!
Even higher!

Xun'er is working hard, so how can I slack off?
Taking a deep breath, Chen Xiao cleared his mind of distractions, raised his hand, and the doors of the main hall slammed shut, revealing five scrolls that quietly unfurled before him.

Even the disciples and elders of Zixiao Pavilion did not expect that this palace door would be closed for a whole month!

On this day, the wind was gentle, the clouds were light, and the sun shone brightly.

All the disciples and elders were busy with their own affairs. Those who were qualified to participate in the battle were preparing diligently, while those who were not strong enough were cultivating assiduously, all in order to be qualified to participate in this grand event.

Inside that magnificent hall, the information Chen Xiao had been receiving was constantly changing in his mind.

[Subsequent progress: (999998/1000000)]

The last two volumes…

The final volume!
Until it becomes a perfect integer!

Chen Xiao slowly put down the scroll in his hand, staring at the tightly closed palace door, his thoughts spreading out uncontrollably.

Like moonlight falling on the earth, it moved silently and rapidly in all directions from the main hall as the center.

Images then entered my mind.

Inside the two secret rooms, Little Fairy Doctor and Qinglin had their eyes closed, and as if they were of one mind, the corners of their lips were slightly upturned.

At the very top of the Thunder Tower, Venerable Heavenly Fire stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance as if reminiscing about the distant past.

In a corner of the square, the usually taciturn Iron Sword Venerable was enjoying drinks and conversation with Hai Bodong.

At the highest point of Qifeng Mountain, amidst the swirling mist, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

He was around forty years old, dressed in a coarse linen brown robe without a single wrinkle, the hem still clung to a few specks of mountain mist.

Suddenly, his lowered eyelids trembled slightly, and his deep gaze, as cold as a pool, pierced through the clouds, landing directly on the majestic palace below the mountain. The corners of his lips curved slightly, a smile that seemed to exist but not to exist, as if he had already seen through everything here, forming an unpredictable silhouette in the mountain wind.

Consciousness paused there for a long time, then continued to spread rapidly to a more distant place.

Chen Xiao was very clear-headed. He could sense that completing the advance payment had not brought him enlightenment, but rather had plunged him into a strange state.

It's as if we have God's perspective, able to observe this continent from a wondrous angle.

Chen Xiao had never experienced such a state before.

Therefore, even if he sensed that something unclean had entered the Purple Cloud Pavilion, he did not want to immediately break the current state.

Qifeng Mountain, Ten Thousand Snake Gorge, Tianbei City…

As consciousness receded into the distance, familiar images flashed through my mind.

Until, beyond the entire northern sky, he saw the Fallen God's Abode, which he remembered vividly, the Lost Soul Mountain Range, where he had once benefited greatly, and the ruins of several branch halls of the Soul Palace!
Through the ruins, Chen Xiao was surprised to find that not only in the horizontal direction, but also from this perspective, one could actually go deep underground.

After a moment of stunned silence, Chen Xiao suddenly realized something and was overjoyed. He immediately stopped controlling the spread of his consciousness and instead rapidly probed into the ground!
(End of this chapter)