A-Qian touched the sensing stone, and three people’s positions immediately appeared in his mind.
“This feeling is incredible.”
Even A-Qian, who had been steeped in the modern technology of Blue Star, couldn’t help being stunned by the scene before him.
An Yi tossed the sensing stone in his hand. “I infused these with dark spiritual power. If there’s another sensing stone containing the same kind of power nearby, the two will detect each other. Take these. They’ll be used for communication.”
Ning Er took it and grinned. “Boss, you can count on us. Once we recover, we’ll catch up with you.”
An Yi said indifferently, “The most important thing right now is to recuperate and get your bodies back in shape. That’s the key.”
As he spoke, An Yi took out another pile of sensing stones, each about the size of a thumb. He was about to hand them to Ning Er, but after thinking it over, he gave them to A-Qian instead.
“Once you’ve recovered, look for the people from the Asura Sect first. Whenever you encounter one of their members, remember to give them one of these sensing stones. Oh, and if you run into danger, crush the stone. A shattered sensing stone will leave a mark at the spot, making it easier for us to send reinforcements.”
Ning Er was taken aback. He toyed with the sensing stone in his hand. “I didn’t expect this little thing to be so useful.”
“Of course. This thing can also detect the level of one’s spiritual meridians,” An Yi said.
Ning Er held it in his hand and infused it with spiritual power.
A fiery red glow immediately appeared on its surface.
An Yi glanced at it. “A high-grade spiritual meridian. Not bad.”
Back then, the medicines An Yi had given Ning Er, Gu Changfeng, and the others had all been finished products. It was within his expectations that they would possess high-grade spiritual meridians.
A-Qian held his sensing stone, which gave off a faint glow. His face was full of curiosity. “Boss, what about mine?”
A mid-grade spiritual meridian…
An Yi patted him on the shoulder. “Strength has nothing much to do with the level of your spiritual meridian. Just work hard.”
There had not been many finished medicines. The rest of the Asura Sect members had received semi-finished versions.
Even so, their spiritual meridian levels were still far beyond those of ordinary people.
After all, only two out of every ten people possessed a mid-grade spiritual meridian.
“Cultivate your spiritual power properly. All three of you are in the Void Force Realm, and you already possess the foundation of force energy. That means you’ll cultivate spiritual power faster than ordinary people.”
An Yi wasn’t lying about that.
Martial artists with a high level of force energy could cultivate spiritual power much faster than ordinary people, even if they had never practiced it before.
Take Gu Changfeng and Ning Er, for example. They had only been cultivating spiritual power for a year or two at most.
Yet they had already reached the Body Tempering Stage and become spiritual cultivators.
Ning Er laughed boldly. “Of course! I’ll show those little brats who the real genius is!”
…
Dongxuan Academy.
Inside the dean’s attic.
An Yi looked at the item in his hand and pondered. “As an outstanding instructor of Dongxuan Academy’s Dongling Branch, shouldn’t the academy provide me with some financial support?”
Old Tao shot him a sideways glance. “Have you already blown through the fifty thousand gold coins you extorted from that bastard Qi Hong?”
“Those are two separate matters.”
An Yi gave a shameless grin, clearly unwilling to give up.
For a shameless person like him, Old Tao simply ignored the request. He took a sip of tea and said, “Regarding Wu Huan, the Purple-robed Bishop, I’ve sent people to spread the news.”
An Yi’s interest was piqued when he saw Old Tao’s expression. “How did it go?”
“According to the information released by the Divine Spirit Church, it’s basically been confirmed that Wu Huan was a member of the Sand Clan. You probably won’t be held accountable for killing him.”
Old Tao’s expression turned contemplative. “However, the matter of the Divine Son choosing a consort seems to still be ongoing. It’s a tradition the Divine Spirit Church has maintained for several thousand years.”
An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, becoming even more curious about this Divine Son.
Choosing a consort—and conducting the selection throughout the entire Central Continent, no less.
I should take him out.
“By the way, Old Tao, how do you get information so quickly?”
An Yi looked at him curiously.
This ability was nearly on par with the intelligence network of the Underworld.
In an era when information traveled slowly, whoever had access to first-hand news often possessed the power to influence the course of events.
Old Tao chuckled. “Do you think I spend all day picking through garbage under bridges just for entertainment?”
In this world, where people often couldn’t even get enough to eat or stay warm, beggars were undoubtedly the most numerous group. As they wandered from place to place, the speed at which news spread among them was astonishing.
“The Beggars’ Sect?”
A-Qian looked shocked.
Old Tao was puzzled. “What’s a Beggars’ Sect?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
An Yi hurriedly shook his head.
He hadn’t expected the old man to develop a side business while scavenging. His ability to spread rumors was far stronger than the fabricated stories posted by internet bloggers back on Blue Star.
“The Hundred Academies Tournament involves an intricate web of forces. If you want to stand out there, it’ll be far more difficult than you imagine.” Old Tao reminded An Yi of the matter once again.
Although it was ostensibly a competition between young people, it was actually more about the struggles between the major forces behind them.
After all, the younger generation was the lifeblood of a force’s continued development. To a certain extent, they also determined whether that force would flourish or decline in the future.
The upcoming Hundred Academies Tournament was destined to be filled with geniuses.
The Dongling Empire was merely middle-ranked among the thousand or so empires of the Central Continent.
Compared to behemoths like the Divine Phoenix Empire, the Longchuan Empire, the Qianyuan Empire, and the Tianxiang Empire, it was practically insignificant.
In previous Hundred Academies Tournaments, no one from the Dongling Empire had ever appeared.
That was why Old Tao had always felt that, with An Yi’s intermediate Heavenly Dipper Realm cultivation, merely breaking into the top hundred would already count as an exceptional performance.
An Yi grinned. “No matter how difficult it is, is it harder than killing a Purple-robed Bishop?”
Hearing this, Old Tao was rendered speechless. Remembering that the Purple-robed Bishop had been at the Half-Step Nirvana Realm, he couldn’t help asking again, “What level are you at now?”
“The peak of the Heavenly Dipper Realm!”
A wisp of crimson flame rose from An Yi’s palm as he spoke.
Old Tao froze. When he came to his senses, he exclaimed in shock, “What? You’re already at the peak of the Heavenly Dipper Realm? When did that happen?”
Only a few months ago, when he had seen An Yi, An Yi had still been at the intermediate Heavenly Dipper Realm.
An Yi smiled smugly. “Well? With this level of strength, do you think I can place in the Hundred Academies Tournament?”
“You probably can. But you’ll have to avoid those few monsters from the Divine Spirit Church, the Alchemy Tower, the Myriad Beasts Sect, and the Mercenary Guild. I hear they have several once-in-a-generation prodigies.”
Old Tao took a sip of tea, his expression far from optimistic.
After all, the previous year had already seen participants at the Nirvana Realm.
The gap between the Heavenly Dipper Realm and the Nirvana Realm was a major hurdle. Countless spiritual cultivators became stuck at that threshold and were unable to break through for the rest of their lives.
With only a little over three months remaining, even with extraordinary talent, it was impossible for An Yi to break through to the Nirvana Realm in that time.
An Yi said calmly, “It’s fine. Only by defeating famous opponents can I make the title of champion truly worthwhile.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Whether you can represent Dongxuan Academy in the tournament is still unknown,” Old Tao said indifferently.
The main campus of Dongxuan Academy had only five spots available for participants.
Generally speaking, those spots were allocated to the main campus. It was rare for a branch campus from any of the empires to receive one.
An Yi’s strength was beyond question, but the problem was that those old geezers might rig the selection behind the scenes.
They didn’t care about rules or fairness.
“Be careful when you go there. The main campus doesn’t have an uncle there to protect you.”
Old Tao said with a chuckle, clearly aware that this guy was always using his reputation as a shield to get away with things.
An Yi gave a faint smile. “Relax. When have you ever seen me take a loss?”
“Heh, that much is true.”
“So, about that funding allocation of mine…”
“Get lost!”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
