Li Qingyang fused with the Five Thunder Spirit, successfully obtaining an opportunity, and advanced to Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm in one leap.
After breaking through, to express his excitement, he pulled his fiancée over and publicly did something even Su Xiaomo wouldn’t dare to do.
A man’s romance!
Su Xiaomo was already quite bold, but unexpectedly Li Qingyang was even bolder. Indeed, by comparison, Jun Changxiao was absolutely trash.
“Second Senior Brother, mighty!”
“Second Senior Brother, mighty!”
Shouts from disciples echoed through the Eternal Sect.
They not only envied Li Qingyang for breaking through to Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm, but also felt happy and proud for him.
This was the Eternal Sect.
There was envy, but no jealousy—they even took pride in their fellow disciples’ breakthroughs.
Conversely, in the complex environments of large sects, various schemes and calculations emerged endlessly, and even the most basic trust between people probably didn’t exist.
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly and turned to enter the Trial Tower.
Not being the first to step into Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm made him somewhat unhappy. From now on, he would train even harder.
Night Emperor was strong-willed—everyone knew this.
As for Li Qingyang’s behavior, he definitely despised it from the bottom of his heart, because true warriors should focus on martial dao rather than be bound by emotions.
Ye Xingchen had this mentality not because he was schemed against by Empress Lingyao, but because he’d been like this from the very beginning. Although he was better now, at least valuing sect relationships, he still resisted romantic feelings.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Inside the Trial Tower, Night Emperor continuously tormented himself, conducting high-intensity training, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted to the past, recalling that face full of grievance and resentment.
“Damn it!”
“Why can’t I forget!”
“Why!”
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Great Hall.
Li Qingyang approached, cupping his fists: “This disciple did not fail the Sect Master’s expectations, successfully fusing with the Five Thunder Spirit and breaking through to Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm!”
“Good, good.” Jun Changxiao smiled.
Actually, he’d initially only hoped his disciple could fuse with the thunder spirit, never imagining it would lead to finding an opportunity to step into half-step—quite an unexpected gain.
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao walked down, patting his shoulder: “After this seat, you’re the first disciple to step into Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm, so you must also take a leading role, letting fellow disciples cultivate martial dao even more enthusiastically.”
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang said earnestly.
“You may go.”
“Oh, right.”
Jun Changxiao paused briefly, saying: “Have Xiaomo come to the training room. This seat has something to tell him.”
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang withdrew.
On the way, he muttered in his heart: “Why the training room?”
Usually when the Sect Master had instructions, it would be either in the sect’s great hall or the Sect Master’s study—never the training room.
“Could it be…” Li Qingyang speculated: “The Sect Master is going to personally teach Junior Brother Su martial techniques?”
The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed, and he felt happy for Su Xiaomo.
Junior Brother.
Your fortune is coming!
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Zengrong Peak.
Su Xiaomo sat in the courtyard looking utterly dejected.
“Third Senior Brother.” Li Fei walked over holding the Happy Football, puzzled: “After Second Senior Brother broke through, why have you been so gloomy?”
“Sigh.”
Su Xiaomo said: “Feeling a bit uncomfortable.”
He was quite happy about Li Qingyang’s breakthrough to half-step.
But this happiness didn’t last long before being replaced by an ominous premonition.
“Junior Brother.”
Su Xiaomo said seriously: “My right eyelid keeps twitching.”
Li Fei said: “Left eye twitches for disaster, right eye for fortune—this is a good thing!”
“Hope so.” Su Xiaomo forced himself to cheer up, saying: “Come on, let’s go play ball.”
The two had just walked out of the courtyard when Li Qingyang happened to walk over, saying: “Junior Brother Su, the Sect Master wants you to come to the training room.”
“Training room?”
Su Xiaomo asked in surprise: “What for?”
“I’m not too clear either.” Li Qingyang said: “Probably to teach Junior Brother martial techniques.”
“See!”
Li Fei said: “Didn’t I tell you—left eye disaster, right eye fortune!”
Su Xiaomo smiled: “I’ll go first.”
With that, he hopped and skipped toward the training room, all previous gloom completely gone.
Watching the gradually receding figure, Li Qingyang and Li Fei couldn’t help but sincerely bless him in their hearts, hoping he would gain something under the Sect Master’s guidance.
…
Outside the training room.
Many disciples gathered around discussing.
“Called in alone by the Sect Master—could he be personally guiding Third Senior Brother?”
“Perhaps Third Senior Brother might break through to Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm!”
The more they talked, the more envious they became.
All Eternal Sect disciples knew that the Sect Master was usually very busy, and teaching disciples was handled by peak elders. For him to personally summon Third Disciple to the training room—this was definitely one-on-one personal guidance!
“Let me listen.”
Li Shangtian was quite bold, pressing his ear against the door.
Although he knew the training room’s soundproofing was excellent, he still couldn’t resist his curiosity.
“Boom—”
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from inside. Li Shangtian, who had just approached the door, broke into a cold sweat, because a palm print suddenly protruded from the outer wall, right next to his face, just a hair’s breadth from hitting him!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Just then, the rumbling sounds became even more frequent!
Palm prints, fist prints, foot prints, butt prints protruded rapidly from the training room’s outer wall.
Because the speed was too fast and the rhythm too quick, the disciples standing outside had their focal points constantly shifting left and right, up and down…
“I understand!”
Li Shangtian said: “The Sect Master is teaching Third Senior Brother martial techniques!”
“The training room has been reinforced with multiple formations by the Formation Hall, yet it’s being beaten so miserably—the techniques the Sect Master is teaching Third Senior Brother must be extremely domineering!”
“Do we have a chance to learn them?”
“Hard to say. These might be exclusive techniques, otherwise why would he call only Third Senior Brother in?”
“Sigh!”
Everyone expressed helplessness.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The commotion inside the training room continued, gradually evolving from protruding palm and fist prints to human-shaped forms striking various poses.
“What does this mean?”
“It looks like Third Senior Brother no matter how you look at it?”
“I know!” Li Shangtian slapped his forehead: “Third Senior Brother must be using his body to test the martial techniques!”
“Creak!”
Just as everyone was wildly speculating, the tightly closed training room suddenly opened. They saw only Jun Changxiao walking out casually while adjusting his sleeves.
“Sect Master!”
The disciples all straightened up.
“Mm.”
Jun Changxiao nodded, his face showing his signature smile, then waved his sleeve and departed with great master demeanor.
“The teaching is over?”
“That was fast!”
“What do you know—the more profound the martial techniques, the less they need complex and tedious moves.”
Everyone hurried to the training room entrance, poking their heads inside. They immediately felt the powerful true spiritual power that hadn’t completely dissipated yet, thinking inwardly with admiration: “The Sect Master’s one-on-one personal guidance is truly terrifying!”
“Move aside.”
Suddenly, a pig-head face appeared in their field of vision.
“Oh my!” Everyone jumped back in fright, some even crossing their hands together, assuming battle-ready stances, because the face that suddenly appeared from the training room was too frightening.
“Wait!”
Li Shangtian was the first to calm down, squinting to look over, exclaiming in shock: “Third Senior Brother!”
“Huh?”
Everyone looked bewildered.
Su Xiaomo, whose entire face was so miserable it could only be force-mosaicked, stepped forward.
He stopped at the stairs, waving his hand to produce a cigar, lowering his head to light it, then… his fingers trembled uncontrollably, his body collapsing like mud on the stairs, large amounts of white foam flowing out and converging into a river.
“Third Senior Brother!”
“Quick, notify the Medical Hall!”
Whether human or ghost, everyone was showing off—only Xiaomo was getting beaten.
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