Chapter Thirty-Nine: Ascension

Zhao Yuan arrived in a primeval forest. When he passed through here some time ago, he sensed that many spirit beasts resided within, and these beasts possessed considerable magical power. The stronger they became, the more they could help Zhao Yuan enhance his own abilities. Thus, he decided to venture deep into the ancient woods.

Now, Zhao Yuan had already left the competition grounds. He didn’t wish to disturb anyone; all he wanted was to enter the primeval forest alone and level up, to improve his strength. Otherwise, in the next round of the tournament, he would stand no chance against that opponent whose attributes perfectly countered his own. This realization left Zhao Yuan deeply dissatisfied.

So, Zhao Yuan prepared to slip away into the ancient forest by himself. But just as he stepped out of the inn, he saw—

Indeed, in a flash, after absorbing the complete World Tree, he had unexpectedly reached the ninth rank of Dao Sovereign.

Qin Chen smiled faintly, finally released his grip on the other, and resumed his seated meditation, closing his eyes to cultivate.

“Let’s go together now!” Zhu Heyu stared intently at him, then spoke.

“Qin Chen, do you notice anything different about me today?” An Xi smiled shyly, straightened her slender waist, and looked enchanting and alluring.

Someone disappeared on this river—it’s impossible that no trace was left behind! Last night’s search yielded nothing; perhaps the darkness obscured their view. Everyone withdrew, except Leng Wei, who remained at the riverbank, searching. Yet after half a day, he still found nothing.

Zhang Tingting gave a small smile in response, packed the cooked food she’d bought onto plates, and prepared a fruit salad.

Yet, after all, it was someone else’s magical artifact. Yan Jin couldn’t control the flying sword to strike back at his attacker; at best, he could only deflect it away.

“In that case, let’s go together. But you must not cause trouble—the Yan Capital Martial Arts Association is full of formidable experts!” Li Mo said earnestly.

One must understand that a Pathfinder has reached the pinnacle of cultivation. So what does it mean to be a Supreme beyond the Path?

Standing nearby, Sun Xin’s face lit up with joy at the sight; she could hardly wait to dump her things over Shen Yi.

Liu Ning ignored the others and rushed off her horse to check on Liu Yang, who had fallen.

“That was so satisfying! You didn’t see the bump on that bald head—I bet it won’t go away for a month!” On the road, we walked laughing and joking, with Dashu boasting about knocking the bald man’s head, looking quite pleased.

Chen Fan’s expression shifted slightly at these words, then recalled what the old ape had said before.

“Thank you!” The two whispered their gratitude, their feelings recorded in their hearts, eager for the great opportunity that awaited them.

As for those around the City Lord’s Manor, some wanted to entangle Chen Fan, but upon seeing him withdraw the array, commandeer the flying vessel, and charge out, slaughtering as he went, they decisively retreated. They watched as Chen Fan calmly collected over a hundred spatial rings and a hundred divine weapons before leaving without a backward glance.

Lin Canghai rarely went against Zhu Junzi’s wishes, but this time he didn’t stop drinking—instead, he ordered two more glasses of Chivas Regal.

When the time came, he would be forced into a passive position, for their target was Li Muzi, and he knew it. Now, he was hidden, unknown to them, which gave him a significant advantage.

Over the next few days, Lin Canghai wandered through all the sales offices of Fang Million’s company, fulfilling his duties as manager. This impressed Fang Million even more, so much so that whenever Lin Canghai came to mind, he praised him as an outstanding young man to those around him.

This time, Nangong Ying’s arrival signaled that the Brotherhood had finally begun its confrontation. It was dangerous for his parents to visit at this moment.

Min Zhong panicked, hastily retreating several steps, but Bai Qiu’s sword followed like a shadow. Min Zhong had some cultivation, but compared to Bai Qiu, already a master of Tianyuan, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly powerless.

Li Xiangfeng was knocked back several meters by the tremendous impact, his back pressed against the stone table as he steadied himself. Nis moved like a phantom, retreating slightly, then launching another attack.