“Go to the sparring arena?”

Su Xiaomo said: “Senior Brother, are you challenging me?”

“Correct.” Gao Yingcheng said coolly.

“Let’s skip the sparring arena.”

Su Xiaomo smiled: “According to inner sect regulations, disciples can spar freely. Let’s just fight here.”

“There, there are many people.” Gao Yingcheng said.

Looks like he wants to publicly humiliate me in front of Taixuan Holy Sect disciples.

“This…”

Su Xiaomo fell into brief contemplation.

Xia Shuiyun walked over: “Senior Brother Gao, you’re a Martial King challenging Junior Brother Su who just became an inner disciple—is that appropriate?”

“Senior Sister Xia.”

Gao Yingcheng smiled: “I just want to spar with Junior Brother Su. If he’s afraid, he can refuse.”

Xia Shuiyun looked at Su Xiaomo, clearly telling him not to accept the challenge.

“Senior Brother Gao, right?” Su Xiaomo cupped his fists: “Junior Brother accepts your declaration.”

“…”

Xia Shuiyun’s willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

“Senior Sister.”

Su Xiaomo walked over, giving her an extremely masculine back view as he said: “I can do it.”

Xia Shuiyun stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning. Not until she watched that fellow follow Gao Yingcheng toward the sparring arena did she recover, thinking incredulously: “He… used voice transmission technique?”

That’s right.

The last two sentences were transmitted through voice transmission!

Why did Taixuan Holy Sect suddenly organize inner sect genius disciples to enter the Ten Perfections Spirit Imperial Tower?

Because the sect’s powerhouses entered the Planar Battlefield, weakening overall strength, and they would need to send more people in later, so they must quickly cultivate younger generation disciples.

The Ten Perfections Spirit Imperial Tower was Taixuan Holy Sect’s sacred cultivation ground. Inside were various array formations for enhancement, but the activation condition required burning large amounts of spirit stones, so it wouldn’t be opened lightly without special circumstances.

To put it plainly.

This type of training ground gathered massive resources to provide a path for a few people to become stronger.

Ten elders entering the Planar Battlefield, with the worst-case scenario being they couldn’t return, led the leadership to unanimously agree through discussion to spare no expense in resources to cultivate outstanding inner disciples in the shortest time.

“Junior Brother Su.”

Sun Yingquan had once said: “I heard from my father that disciples selected to enter the Ten Perfections Spirit Imperial Tower are basically preliminary candidates for eldership!”

“Preliminary candidates for eldership?” Su Xiaomo’s heart stirred.

Above inner disciples were personal disciples, but he knew that with the aptitude he displayed, he definitely couldn’t compare with disciples who had Saint-grade spiritual roots or special physiques. Rather than that, better to become an elder, even if the most powerless one.

“As long as Sect Master agrees to let me sign up, I’ll appropriately release my cultivation to just having stepped into Martial King stage. There shouldn’t be any problems.” Su Xiaomo thought to himself.

During this time, he had always pretended to cultivate diligently, and frequently followed Xia Shuiyun on high-level missions, accumulating quite a few merit points. Transitioning from Martial Grandmaster to Martial King shouldn’t be too shocking.

Moreover.

He still had an impressive master. Even if it caused suspicion among leadership, they would only speculate that he might have deliberately hidden his cultivation.

After thorough consideration, Su Xiaomo decided that as long as Sect Master gave word permitting him to sign up, he would release his cultivation to Martial King, thereby competing for one of the twenty spots in the Ten Perfections Spirit Imperial Tower!

Jun Changxiao agreed.

Therefore, facing Gao Yingcheng’s challenge, Su Xiaomo used voice transmission technique that only Martial King level could achieve, using actual actions to tell Xia Shuiyun—I really can do it!

…

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

On the sparring arena, spiritual energy spread outward.

“My heavens!”

“This… impossible!”

“Senior Brother Gao is a Martial King, yet Su Jintang is only at Martial Grandmaster level. How can he fight evenly with him?”

Inner disciples stood outside the sparring arena, witnessing Su Xiaomo fighting Gao Yingcheng with ease. Their hearts immediately surged with considerable shock.

“Spirit Seal Nine Fists!”

Nine extremely explosive fist seals pressed down from left and right!

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Gao Yingcheng formed an energy wall in front of him, but couldn’t withstand that kind of explosive fist seal. Finally, he was bombarded into continuous retreat until stabilizing at the edge, saying incredulously: “You… you are…”

“Swoosh!”

Just then, Su Xiaomo had already charged in front of him!

“Boom!”

A left hook directly struck his face. He staggered backward repeatedly, his face not only bearing the sunken fist impression but several teeth flying out as well.

Taixuan Holy Sect disciples were dumbfounded!

Senior Brother Gao was actually being suppressed by that guy!

“Swoosh!”

Su Xiaomo executed the body technique outer disciples cultivated to its extreme, charging again to Gao Yingcheng’s front, his cold eyes full of disdain and scorn.

Little brat!

I’m the third disciple of Eternal Sect!

Although my strength can’t compare to the monstrously talented eldest senior sister and Ye Xingchen, I’m not someone trash like you can provoke!

“Boom!”

Another heavy punch struck out. Gao Yingcheng’s feet left the ground, then flew out under everyone’s gaze, finally landing hard outside the sparring arena.

“Senior Brother!”

Su Xiaomo cupped his fists: “I yield.”

With that, he looked toward the woman in the distance with a stunned expression, revealing a cheap smile as he transmitted: “Senior Sister Xia, can I do it?”

“…”

Xia Shuiyun didn’t speak.

Enormous waves surged in her heart!

So this guy had already broken through to Martial King and comprehended inner sect martial arts to the extreme, beating Gao Yingcheng like child’s play.

…

News of Su Xiaomo decisively defeating Gao Yingcheng instantly spread through the inner sect. The Elder Council also learned of it and was currently discussing it in a routine meeting.

“This child’s improvement speed is very fast, truly surprising!”

“Being able to simultaneously execute nine fist seals means that boy has already comprehended Spirit Seal Nine Fists to great completion.”

“Not simple, not simple!”

“Being accepted as a disciple by a Sword Martial Half-Saint level powerhouse, he definitely has extraordinary qualities. This old man believes the Ten Perfections Spirit Imperial Tower should have a spot for Jintang.”

“Elder Sun, there are only twenty spots. We must screen strictly.” Someone held an opposing view—not questioning Su Xiaomo but not wanting to decide too hastily.

“How about this.”

The Third Elder, who had remained silent, said: “Find a time to have Su Jintang spar with other inner disciples. If he can defeat them one by one, we can consider giving him a spot.”

…

“Senior Sister Xia.”

In the courtyard, Su Xiaomo smiled: “Are you angry?”

“No.”

Xia Shuiyun’s face was covered with frost.

Always thinking the guy’s cultivation was lower than hers, suddenly he had Martial King cultivation—she was definitely unhappy. Unhappy that the other party hid his cultivation and deliberately acted very disheveled in the Molten Cave.

“Senior Sister Xia.”

Su Xiaomo said solemnly: “Thank you for all your help during this time. It allowed me to break through to Martial King in just a few months.”

Xia Shuiyun looked at him suspiciously: “Break through to Martial King in a few months—you think I’ll believe that?”

“Uh…” Su Xiaomo scratched his head: “To be honest, Junior Brother already had seventh-rank Martial Grandmaster cultivation before. With the sect’s spiritual energy array and resource assistance, I was able to smoothly break through to Martial King!”

I see!

Xia Shuiyun understood, then pointed toward the door: “Get out, I need to rest.”

“Okay.”

Su Xiaomo stood up but didn’t leave. Instead, he walked forward two steps, maintaining a very close distance with her: “Now my cultivation is higher than yours. I should be worthy of you now, right?”

“Don’t say unworthy.”

He clutched his chest, feigning pain: “I’ll be very hurt.”

Xia Shuiyun’s gaze avoided his, then she turned around.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands reached over and pulled her into an embrace. Su Xiaomo’s gentle voice reached her ears: “From today on, I’m going to pursue you.”

“Smack!”

…

On a mountain peak, Su Xiaomo stood with hands behind his back gazing at the sky, thinking: “Sect Master, this disciple will enter the Ten Perfections Spirit Imperial Tower. In the future Elder Council, there will definitely be my place!”

The camera slowly turned to the other side of his face—a bright red five-finger handprint was exceptionally prominent.

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