Finally, Xiang Shaoyun and Wang Zhenchuan left Zi Changhe’s residence.
“Thank you!” Wang Zhenchuan thanked Xiang Shaoyun.
Xiang Shaoyun waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I did much anyway. My senior brother is too stubborn.”
“I find Elder Zi’s request reasonable. It is only natural that one wishes for a remarkable disciple,” Wang Zhenchuan said. A surge of battle intent rose within him as he continued, “Rising one stage in two months is indeed rather difficult, but I believe I will be able to do it!”
“Um. It’s good that you have confidence. I’ll be waiting for you to become my martial nephew,” Xiang Shaoyun said. He admired Wang Zhenchuan’s tenacity.
“Before your cultivation level surpasses mine, I will not acknowledge you as my martial uncle!” Wang Zhenchuan responded seriously.
“Haha, that’s no problem at all,” Xiang Shaoyun laughed heartily before handing Wang Zhenchuan a jade bottle. “Consider this a gift from your martial uncle on the occasion of our first meeting. With this thing, it will be very easy to meet my senior brother’s requirement.”
Astonished, Wang Zhenchuan took the bottle and opened it. He looked inside and saw a drop of a pulsing, sparkling, and translucent liquid. At the same time, a seemingly irresistible fragrance rushed out of the bottle.
“This…is a spiritual liquid?” Wang Zhenchuan cried out in alarm.
“Yes. Earth Star Spring. Work hard to become my martial nephew,” Xiang Shaoyun said as he patted Wang Zhenchuan’s shoulder before leaving.
“E-Earth Star Spring!” Wang Zhenchuan was completely stupefied.
A liquid like this would be very rare even within the Martial Hall Palace, yet currently he had a drop of it right in his hands. With this drop, breaking through to the next stage wouldn’t even be a problem anymore.
Staring at Xiang Shaoyun’s carefree back, Wang Zhenchuan grasped the bottle tightly and yelled, “Martial uncle!”‘
Xiang Shaoyun returned to his residence, fed Little White some food he had bought from the restaurant, then headed straight to the Hall of Limits. Although Zi Changhe had given him two days to get his mastery of the Lightning Spear Technique to 70 percent, he was in no rush. His current priority was to first further increase his strength.
And within the entirety of Martial Hall Palace, the Hall of Limits was his most suitable cultivation venue. If others were to find out about this, they would have cursed that he was a freak. Everyone wanted to surpass their limits and become stronger. Alas, limits weren’t something that could be easily surpassed.
Xiang Shaoyun arrived at the Hall of Limits once again, and the overseer smiled when he saw him. “Kid, it has only been a short while since we last met, and you’ve already gone ahead to create such a big ruckus? You’re really quite something!’
“The tree may want to be still, but the wind might not allow it. It’s not like I have any other choices.” Xiang Shaoyun shrugged.
“The taller tree will usually be the one to be blown down by the wind. Keep that in mind,” said the overseer.
“Yes, I will remember that,” Xiang Shaoyun said. He then asked, “So as a first-stage Astral Realm cultivator, which room should I challenge?”
“The third room will do,” the overseer answered. After a short pause, he reminded, “Be careful, and don’t get yourself eaten.”
“Third room? Doesn’t that mean that there are only two rooms for the Basic Realm?” Xiang Shaoyun muttered curiously as he headed toward the third room. This time, he thoroughly braced himself before entering. He did not want to suffer the moment he stepped into the room like he had in the previous two rooms.
Xiang Shaoyun stepped into the room, and unlike the previous two rooms, he was not immediately assaulted by a sense of pressure. Rather, from the different corners of the room, 10 demonic beasts were eyeing him aggressively.
All 10 of them were peak tier-1 Intermediate Demon scarlet wolves. Each of them was as bulky as a cow, their coat as red as blood. Their eyes were filled with blood-thirst, and one look into their eyes was enough to plant fear into one’s heart.
Ten tier-1 Intermediate Demons were about equal in strength to ten first-stage Astral Realm cultivators. Even a second-stage Astral Realm cultivator would have to flee at the mere sight of these beasts.
After all, demonic beasts were much more ferocious than humans. Generally, a defeat under a demonic beast was the same as death.
“No wonder the overseer reminded me to be careful. So this is a room of beasts?” Xiang Shaoyun licked his lips.
“Howl!”
When one of the scarlet wolves howled, the other wolves started moving. They were already seeing Xiang Shaoyun as food and were currently planning to tear Xiang Shaoyun apart. Nine wolves charged at the same time, making for quite a terrifying sight.
Xiang Shaoyun yelled at them, “When I first entered the Hundred Beast Mountain Range, wolves like you guys were the ones who had caused me to piss my pants in fear. Today, I shall relish in my revenge!”
Instead of retreating, Xiang Shaoyun advanced to meet the wolves. He charged barehanded and sent a punch at the fastest wolf.
Rushing Qi Fist, full power!
Not a single bit of astral energy could be seen around the punch, yet for some reason, the punch carried with it a tyrannical momentum.
Bang!
Before the wolf could reach Xiang Shaoyun, the punch struck it. The wolf’s nose exploded into a mist of blood, and the wolf flew through the air, wailing miserably. At this time, two other wolves arrived, attacking Xiang Shaoyun from two different angles. They clawed at Xiang Shaoyun with their claws, and from how sharp their claws looked, it was certain they would draw blood if they struck.
At the same time, the other wolves were also coming from several other directions. One could say that Xiang Shaoyun presently had no way of escaping.
“Since all paths have been blocked, I will open a path through slaughter,” Xiang Shaoyun vowed. His body flickered, and his leg whipped forward.
Gale Winds Kick!
The Gale Winds Kick specialized in speed, and each kick was akin to the wind—fast and elusive. This was the perfect technique to deal with these wolves, and Xiang Shaoyun’s kicks instantly sent two approaching wolves flying.
Xiang Shaoyun was no ordinary first-stage Astral Realm cultivator. Rather, he had the combat prowess of a third-stage Astral Realm cultivator. His attacks, once they landed, were enough to cause these wolves to never stand again.
Xiang Shaoyun was already experienced in killing demonic beasts after his trip to the Hundred Beast Mountain Range. Thus, after the initial clash, his battle intent lit up as he started charging the wolves. His legs whipped out every now and then. Each kick was extremely heavy, and before the wolves could approach him, they were sent flying.
“Howl! Howl!”
Before long, the nine wolves could no longer stand. Three of them were already dead, and the rest were greatly weakened. One wolf had opened up a wound on Xiang Shaoyun’s back, but the injury wasn’t too serious.
The final wolf howled at Xiang Shaoyun before it finally attacked.
This wolf was a tier-2 Intermediate Demon, and it was clearly smarter than the rest of the wolves. Each of its attacks was sent from a tricky angle with just the right amount of force and the most appropriate timing.
The wolf nearly sent Xiang Shaoyun crashing into the ground, and a new wound appeared on his shoulder. The sharp pain gnawed at his mind.
“You must be the king of these wolves, right? Too bad, you’re still too weak,” Xiang Shaoyun said and attacked.
The wolf howled and rushed forward to meet Xiang Shaoyun. Its jaws were opened wide and aimed straight at Xiang Shaoyun’s head. Just as they were about to clash, Xiang Shaoyun abruptly shifted his body and avoided a frontal clash. As he crossed the wolf, he sent his palm behind him.
Cloud Splitting Palm!
The palm descended with a tyrannical might, a momentum capable of crushing rocks, a power the wolf would be hard-pressed to stop.
