Chapter 988: Chapter 987 Min Tianliang_1
As members of the royal family, and fortunate enough to cultivate at the Wuzi Temple, the few people present had naturally heard of the name Kirin and were even more aware of the latter’s series of brilliant achievements.
No one could deny that this was a unique genius, even in the grand era.
"I heard Grandfather Three say that he has presented Kirin’s data to the Witch Queen’s Temple, and perhaps by the day of the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, the other party will become a Witch Heavenly Guard,"
"Haha, I really want to see the expression on the Min family’s faces, it must be wonderful,"
A few youths exchanged thoughts in secret.
However, one of the young men with a composed face shook his head and sent a telepathic message, "You’ve overlooked one thing; with Min Tianliang’s talent, he too could become a Witch Heavenly Guard out of turn, but he is too proud and wants to reach the seventh layer of the Wizard Scroll. Just yesterday, news came out that Min Tianliang mastered the seventh layer half a month ago."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the few people changed.
Being Witch Heavenly Guards themselves, it was not a matter of whose position was higher than whose, and they couldn’t compel Xia Youying, but they thought of a deeper layer.
Those Witch Heavenly Guards who were accepted out of turn had no qualifications to cultivate at the Witch Queen’s Temple, but after mastering the seventh layer of the "Wizard Scroll", everything changed.
The cultivation effects in the Witch Queen’s Temple were incomparably stronger than those of the Wuzi Temple, and now that Min Tianliang had reached the seventh layer, given time and his talent, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to condense the blood of the Witch Ancestor and unlock the ultimate secrets of the Witch Queen’s Temple.
In doing so, wouldn’t the royal family be in danger?
Even if they had Kirin, facing such a huge gap, ten Kirins wouldn’t be able to catch up.
"Cousin Qianshan Xia, is the news true?"
Someone asked the composed young man.
Xia Qianshan sighed, "This is the news released by the Ancestral Temple; they must have heard about Kirin and are deliberately putting pressure on us,"
As the conversation reached this point, all their faces looked ugly.
In three months, the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony would take place, and deception was utterly pointless. Just like Kirin, who didn’t disguise himself or change faces because there was simply no way to deceive the great figures of the Witch Queen’s Temple; they had no choice but to accept this huge piece of bad news.
Because of this, the few of them were all unsettled, each preoccupied with their thoughts.
Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Shi Xiaole had already entered a state of complete absorption, oblivious to the outside world.
If the efficiency of cultivating the "Wizard Scroll" in the room was one, then in this place it was ten. An endless stream of despair was born, time and again absorbed by the distant Demon Martial Way, turning into its nourishment.
Shi Xiaole’s progress improved every day, and gradually, more of his blood turned black, while the Demon Martial Way was nearing the late 80 percent stage.
Two days passed.
With two-tenths of his blood turned black, the "Wizard Scroll" smoothly advanced to the second layer.
Almost simultaneously, in the distant Ghost King Temple, the Demon Martial Way successfully broke through to the late 80 percent stage, and the virtual shadow of Shi Xiaole it formed also gained some solidity.
"The first layer took less than one 2-hour period, and the second layer, at the Wuzi Temple, took two days. If it were in a normal environment, it would probably take close to a month,"
The gap in difficulty between the second and first layers made Shi Xiaole marvel inwardly, but the greater the difficulty, the more beneficial it was for the Demon Martial Way; he couldn’t ask for more.
Time passed day by day.
Xia Qianshan and others left, and new people came in; after all, no one could always stay at the Wuzi Temple to cultivate, lest the negative emotions entangle them and severely affect their subsequent cultivation.
What was surprising, however, was that whether it was Xia Qianshan and his group or others, whenever they re-entered the Wuzi Temple, they could always see the figure in the corner.
They inquired among themselves and eventually came to a terrifying conclusion: Shi Xiaole hadn’t moved at all!
"Isn’t he afraid of becoming possessed by evil spirits?"
"The calamity of the first layer is fear; could it be that in his pursuit of progress, he has fallen into a predicament from which he can’t extricate himself?"
Someone frowned.
This was not an exaggeration. In the past, many had been too eager for quick progress and unable to detach from their emotions, with the light cases being mental trauma, and the severe ones being idiocy or madness.
Someone immediately reported this matter to the royal family’s upper echelons; the sixteen elders too were shocked and at a loss, but they were also unable to do anything.
The "Wizard Scroll" was unlike other practices, and during the cultivation process, external forces simply could not interfere; they could only pray that Shi Xiaole would not encounter any mishaps.
Twenty days later.
Shi Xiaole finally woke up and stepped out of Wuzi Temple. It wasn’t that he was troubled by emotions; rather, he felt the need to rest a bit, knowing that proper relaxation could enhance his efficiency.
One day after that, Shi Xiaole re-entered Wuzi Temple.
This diligent and hardworking demeanor amazed all those who knew of it.
"There’s a reason why Kirin has occupied the position of the top talent in the Flying Horse Dynasty for so long."
"They say the early bird catches the worm, but he is even more hardworking than the early bird."
In the imperial palace of the Great Daxia, within the royal study.
Upon hearing the report from the Grand Eunuch, Xia Xiaonine was speechless for a long time, finally leaning back in his chair with a sigh, "The more Master does this, the more uneasy I feel in my heart. Tong Shi, do you think I have made a mistake? Master is innocent!"
The Grand Eunuch with all-white hair and beard bowed his head in silence.
"Alas, are you really planning to let bygones be bygones?"
Han Yanfa stood at the edge of the long corridor, his chubby face filled with shame.
Xia Youying sat in the pavilion behind him, enjoying the service of four beautiful maidservants. From time to time, he reached out to take advantage, eliciting shy laughs from the maids like thrushes, while occasionally a hint of triumph flashed across his contented phoenix eyes.
In the eastern part of Daxia City, within a vast and luxurious manor.
A young man with a majestic aura, wearing a purple-gold crown, was floating cross-legged above the lake in the backyard. As his breaths grew heavier, ’thud thud’ sounds of drums echoed around.
The distant guards felt their blood flowing faster, as if it might burst through their veins, swiftly circulating their energy to resist. Lifting their heads, their eyes were filled with deep reverence.
Boom... Boom...
Shortly after, water pillars hundreds of meters high exploded from the lake, which had been suppressed by the power of the Array System. When the water reached its peak, it paused abruptly, and after a full three seconds, it scattered into a vast mist.
This was merely caused by the young man’s changing breaths in the lake.
"Tianliang, it seems your martial arts have improved again."
Unbeknownst to anyone, on one side of the stone corridor over the lake, a middle-aged man appeared, his face bearing some resemblance to the young man, though his presence was even more commanding.
"Father, while the Wizard Scroll cannot be used for actual combat, every advancement increases the power of my Witch God Eight Methods," Min Tianliang said with a faint smile, landing beside the middle-aged man.
At eighty-two years of age, he possessed the strength of an Earthly Realm Martial Emperor, and especially after this recent progress, he was not weak among his peers. Min Tianliang did not say it outright, but he believed that looking across the entire world, the number of centenarian warriors who could match him did not exceed the fingers on one hand.
"If only I could obtain the inborn yin energy of the Demon Bone, I could advance even further. It’s a pity someone beat me to it," said Min Tianliang with a shake of his head, smiling without reaching his eyes.
"What do you plan to do?" Min Yunshu asked.
"Father, I’ve never been fond of fighting over things since I was young, but there is nothing I want that I cannot have. If it’s not complete, I will destroy it. Hehe, knowing that the woman was designated for me, Min Tianliang, and still daring to touch her, no matter who he is, I will make him die," Min Tianliang declared.
Hearing this, Min Yunshu also laughed, "That Kirin, after all, is too young. His strength is far from a match for you, Tianliang. However, the royal family is preparing to induct him into the Heavenly Guard, which makes things a bit tricky."
"All the better, it wouldn’t be easy for me to kill him otherwise."
Min Yunshu was momentarily stunned, then burst into hearty laughter.
Time slipped by quietly.
As the Blood Sacrifice Ritual drew near, the royal family and the Ancestral Temple, which had been fighting viciously, remarkably ceased their confrontations. Both sides were preparing with all their might.
Day by day passed.
In the peculiar atmosphere where the royal family was silent and worried, while the Ancestral Temple was spirited and buoyant, the decade-long Blood Sacrifice Ritual officially arrived.
