Battle Through the Heavens: Emperor's Son Xiao Yan

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"Young Master!"

"Saintess!"

Different voices rang out at the same time.

As the two walked out, the four elderly people all showed a relieved smile on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, they noticed many obvious and subtle changes in the two individuals.

Xiao Yan's aura was much stronger than before. With the combined power of the two sages of literature and martial arts, it was easy to sense that Xiao Yan's cultivation had leaped to the level of a seven-star Dou Huang.

In just over ten days, he jumped from a three-star Dou Huang to a seven-star Dou Huang, advancing four stars in ten days. Such a terrifying speed of progress is simply unheard of.

Moreover, the power of its fighting spirit far surpasses that of the past, and the fighting spirit no longer has that sense of emptiness.

Even the two old women from the Medicine Clan stared wide-eyed at Xiao Yan.

With such an astonishing rate of progress, it's no wonder the Xiao Clan was willing to send two semi-saint level experts to protect this young man.

However, compared to the astonishing young man before them, a smile appeared on their faces, because their own Holy Maiden had also broken through to the Dou Zong realm.

A Dou Zong powerhouse at less than nineteen years old—such talent would place him among the top ten in the contemporary Medicine Clan.

Moreover, what is truly terrifying about Yao Ling is her soul talent, which is the Emperor Spirit Divine Soul Body that even the clan leader values ​​highly. Given time, she will surely become the Yao Clan's newest ninth-grade alchemist.

However, they had a vague feeling that Her Highness seemed to be slightly different from before.

Between their brows, there seemed to be a special meaning, a meaning that made the two men, who had been through similar experiences, feel a sense of unease.

In contrast, the Holy Son of the Xiao Clan was beaming with joy, as if he wanted to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"Young Master." Upon seeing Xiao Yan fly over, the two sages of literature and martial arts revealed a smile.

"Your Highness." The two old women beside her looked at Yao Ling cautiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief after they found that although the latter had changed somewhat, her face was still cold and her expression was unreadable.

"Grandmas, let's go." Yao Ling's voice was unreadable.

The two old women exchanged a glance and then nodded slightly.

With a wave of his hand, he opened a spatial passage.

Just as the three were about to leave, a boy's loud voice rang out behind them.

"Ling'er, when I become a saint, I will come to find you riding on auspicious seven-colored clouds."

Yao Ling's once steady figure staggered, turned her head to look at Xiao Yan, her expression filled with anger, resentment, and a hint of complexity, but in the end it turned into a soft sigh, and she turned and walked into the spatial passage.

The two old women beside her turned to look at Xiao Yan, their eyes filled with many indescribable thoughts.

After the three disappeared from this space, Xiao Yan turned his head to look at the black mist below, which was shrouded in red and blue energy shields.

"Elder Wen, Elder Wu, you two must have already experienced the terror of this black mist."

"Not bad." Xiao Wen nodded slightly and said, "This is the first time I've seen something so strange."

Even with our combined cultivation levels, we probably wouldn't be able to completely eradicate this demonic energy even if we spent our entire lives suppressing it.

"To completely eliminate this fog, at least a three-star Dou Sheng or higher expert would be needed to have any hope of eradicating it within ten years."

"This black mist is the culprit that caused the fall of the Yin-Yang Evil Saint. Its power is naturally terrifying. What you two are seeing now is something that the Yin-Yang Evil Saint used to erase over a thousand years."

Xiao Yan sighed softly, which caused the expressions of the two sages, Wen and Wu, to change.

At its peak, this black mist was capable of causing the death of a Dou Sheng (Battle Saint) expert.

Ignoring their surprise, Xiao Yan took out an exquisite jade slip from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Wen.

"Elder Wen, I need you to return to your clan and give this item to the clan chief."

"Give it to the clan leader?" Xiao Wen's face showed an even greater surprise.

The clan leader is a nine-star Dou Sheng, one of the strongest people on the continent after the clan ancestor. Even with his half-saint cultivation, he hasn't seen the clan leader many times.

And the chances of exchanging even a few words are even fewer.

In fact, given his status, he was not qualified to have direct contact with the clan chief.

"Please use my imperial son's name to inform them that this item is a relic of the Yin-Yang Evil Saint. He had a good relationship with the clan leader during his lifetime, and the clan leader will naturally take a look once he finds out."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wen raised an eyebrow once again.

"I didn't expect that this Yin-Yang Evil Saint had a past relationship with the clan leader. Since the Emperor has given the order, I will do it immediately."

After saying that, he tore open a spatial rift and stepped into it, disappearing into the horizon a moment later.

"Young Master, what's next?" Xiao Wu asked from the side.

"Let's wait a little longer." Xiao Yan looked at the black mist shrouded in the protective barrier below, a solemn expression on his face.

Seeing Xiao Yan say this, Xiao Wu naturally had no objections and stayed there with Xiao Yan without hesitation.

The Medicine Clan resides in the Shennong Mountains, a place personally chosen by the Medicine Emperor, who used his power as a Battle Emperor to transform it and then established the Medicine Realm here.

After being modified by generations of Dou Sheng of the Medicine Clan over tens of thousands of years, the Shennong Mountains have an incredibly powerful auxiliary effect on the growth of various spiritual herbs. Among the seven ancient clans, apart from the Xiao Clan, no other clan is more suitable for cultivating spiritual herbs than the Medicine Clan.

Deep within the Medicine Clan, an ancient palace was faintly visible amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

Yao Ling sat there, a complex expression faintly visible between her brows.

Before she knew it, she remembered those three days in the ruins of the evil saint.

How could I have thought of such a filthy thing?

Yao Ling shook her head, but then a handsome face with a hint of wickedness came to mind.

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, and her soul aura fluctuated slightly, causing the house to tremble and several priceless vases to fall to the ground.

"Hehe, what could possibly make my precious little sister so angry?"

A soft voice rang out, and a tall, upright figure silently appeared before the Medicine Spirit.

"Brother!" Looking at the handsome and elegant young man in front of her, Yao Ling's beautiful eyes finally filled with tears.

This person is none other than Yao Tian, ​​the future young patriarch of the Medicine Clan!

Yao Tian is much older than Yao Ling, already in his early thirties, but his cultivation level is already just one step away from becoming a Dou Sheng.

Half-saint!

To reach this level, which is barely considered the pinnacle of the continent, at just over thirty years old, Yao Tian's talent is considered top-tier even among the seven ancient races.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

Seeing his younger sister's aggrieved expression, Yao Tian finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

When Yao Ling was born, he was already a teenager. Watching this little thing grow up little by little behind him, Yao Tian loved Yao Ling even more than his parents.

It's no exaggeration to say that they treat her like a precious gem, afraid she might melt if she held her in her mouth or break if she held her in her hands.

Especially after his soul power swept over the medicinal spirit and he sensed the change in its aura, a terrifying rage appeared on his face.

"Who did this?" His voice was filled with chilling murderous intent.

My precious little sister was actually...

After hesitating for a moment, Yao Ling slowly said, "It is Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan."

"I'm going to kill him!" Yao Tian's voice seemed to come from hell.

This was the first time in his life that he had felt such a strong desire to kill someone.

My brain is completely drained from the exam; it took me over three hours to write two thousand words. That's all for today.

(End of this chapter)