klisemfg Chapter 1918
Chapter 1918
"I should go." Chen Xuan withdrew his hand from under the covers, his fingertips still warm. He looked at Tianxing seriously and said in a solemn tone, "The Holy Land Ranking Battle will be held in less than a hundred years. Your sister Zixian and I will both be preparing for the battle with all our might. During this time, you should not slack off in your cultivation."
"Yes! I will definitely cultivate diligently and never let my husband down!" Tianxing reluctantly reached out and hugged his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest, her voice carrying a touch of sweet determination.
Chen Xuan patted her smooth, porcelain-like back and shook his head with a smile: "Silly girl, cultivation is for your own immortality, not for bringing me honor. What a cultivator should have most is an independent Dao heart and independent thought; you can't always tie yourself to others."
"Oh... alright then." Tianxing nodded as if she understood, her fingers still gently stroking his clothes.
“You are not my vassals, much less my playthings.” Chen Xuan held her hand, his eyes serious. “I hope that in the future, each of you will leave the Holy Land of Heartlessness and become a powerful figure who can stand alone in your own domain—that is what I want to see most.”
"Hehe, Tianxing got it!" She nodded vigorously, her eyes shining brightly.
The first light of dawn shone through the window and onto the bed. Chen Xuan gently rubbed Tianxing's head, planted a light kiss on her cheek, and then his figure transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the room.
After he left, Tianxing remained stunned for a long time before calming the trembling in her heart. She sat up cross-legged and began to circulate the "Six Revolutions of Metal" according to the method taught by Chen Xuan. Her fingertips glowed with a faint Geng metal spiritual light, which slowly traveled along her meridians. With each cycle, her physical body became more resilient.
Over the next few days, Chen Xuan moved between the immortal residences of his six Daoist partners.
He accompanied Yu'er to sort out the flaws in the Great Dao of Array Formation, guided Piaoxue in the Great Dao of Magic, and listened to Zimo talk about her gains under the tutelage of the Array Formation Elder... Each time they spent together like this, the Daoist partners understood that Chen Xuan was about to begin a long period of seclusion.
After finishing his discussion with Lin Yuyao about his cultivation experiences, Chen Xuan returned to the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion and completely immersed himself in the edge area to begin his enlightenment and cultivation.
Meanwhile, a shocking piece of information was flying out from the Realm of Heartless Love, spreading like a meteor towards the realms under the jurisdiction of the Ten Great Holy Lands—the Holy Land of Heartless Love had gained two new Holy Sons, Chen Xuan (Daoist name Beiming) and Qiu Zixian (Daoist name Qiushui), who were promoted beyond the usual level without any challenge and directly ranked as the sixth and seventh Holy Sons.
Inside a floating immortal mansion on a green mountain in the core disciple training area of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Zi Mang gripped the intelligence booklet, his fingers trembling slightly. His gaze was fixed on the last two names, his tone filled with disbelief:
"How is this possible?! Brother Chen Xuan casually mentioned that he would try to become a Holy Son, and he actually did it? He was promoted to a higher rank right after entering the Holy Land. This kind of treatment... I'm afraid even the Purple Mansion Holy Land has never seen anything like it!"
He recalled his encounter with Chen Xuan some time ago. At that time, although Chen Xuan was strong, he was only a cultivator in the Void Reversal Realm. Now, he has risen to the top and is standing on the same level as the holy sons of various holy lands, or even higher. Zi Mang felt both shocked and somewhat fortunate. Fortunately, he had not become enemies with Chen Xuan back then.
Inside the Purple and Green Immortal Pavilion not far away, Zixia, dressed in flowing purple robes, held the intelligence and quickly found her sister Qingxia: "Sister, look! The number of Holy Sons for the Heartless Holy Land has changed! There are two new names!"
Qingxia took the booklet, her cool gaze sweeping across the pages. She paused on the words "Chen Xuan" and "Qiu Zixian," a playful smile playing on her lips. "Qiu Zixian... Xia Jiuyou has suppressed her for so long by severing his own clone, yet she actually managed to hide in the Heartless Holy Land and even rise to the position of Holy Son. That's quite interesting."
"Sister, won't these two threaten our Purple Mansion's ranking?" Zixia asked with a touch of girlish innocence and a charmingly naive air.
"They're just the sixth and seventh Holy Sons." Qingxia handed the booklet back to her, her tone tinged with disdain. "Even Bai Qianhuan isn't my match. What kind of trouble can these two newly promoted rookies cause? Instead of worrying about that, you should hone your Purple-Green Sword Technique. In this ranking battle, we need to raise the Purple Mansion's ranking by two places."
"Yes! I'll listen to you, sister!" Zixia nodded vigorously, casually put the intelligence book aside, and turned to pick up her sword.
Outside the residence of Xuan Yi, the Holy Son of Dao Yi Holy Land, in the Dao Yi Realm.
A third-generation disciple stood tremblingly in front of the Immortal Abode, holding the intelligence report. His voice was somewhat restrained: "Senior brother, the sect has received news that there has been a change in the number of Holy Sons of the Heartless Holy Land."
"Change?" Xuan Yi's cold voice echoed from within the Immortal Abode. "Has someone defeated Bai Qianhuan and taken the position of the First Holy Son?"
"No... no, senior brother, there are two more spots available." The disciple quickly explained, while reading out the list, "Rankings of the Holy Sons of the Heartless Holy Land: First Bai Qianhuan, Second Bai Qianjue, Third Xuan Hao, Fourth Liuli Fairy, Fifth Cang Xuanyue, Sixth Chen Xuan, Seventh Qiu Zixian!"
"Chen Xuan?!"
Before he finished speaking, a chilling killing intent suddenly erupted from within the immortal mansion, causing the disciples' robes to flutter wildly.
The next second, Xuan Yi appeared in front of him dressed in green, his eyes sharp as knives. He reached out and snatched the intelligence book, his gaze fixed on the words "Chen Xuan (Daoist name Bei Ming)".
The disciple was so frightened that he quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother!"
Xuan Yi ignored him, his fingers gripping the booklet so tightly that his knuckles turned white: "There may be people with the same name, but there will never be another one with the same Daoist title... Chen Xuan, I never thought you would actually come to this?"
He recalled his encounter with Chen Xuan in the secret realm a hundred years ago. At that time, Chen Xuan was merely an insignificant ant, not worthy of his attention. However, when his primordial spirit descended, he was defeated by this ant.
But in just a century, the other party has become a Holy Son like him, and even qualified to participate in the Holy Land Ranking Battle—a strong fighting spirit rose from Xuan Yi's eyes: "Very well, in the ranking battle, I want to see what kind of ability you, a 'native' cultivator, have!"
"If there's nothing else, Senior Brother, I'll take my leave now!" Seeing that Xuan Yi's expression was off, the third-generation disciple quickly bowed and took his leave. He then turned into a streak of light and fled as if he were escaping.
Inside the secluded cultivation chamber of Xia Jiuyou, the first holy maiden of the Nine Netherworld Holy Land, in the Nine Netherworld Realm.
Xia Jiuyou received the information from the sect. When he saw the three words "Qiu Zixian" appear on the booklet, a chill instantly spread around him, and even the candlelight in the quiet room was frozen and flickered slightly.
"You dare to bring my clone and hide in the Heartless Holy Land as a Holy Son?" Her brows furrowed, and the intelligence book at her fingertips turned slightly white. "No wonder I couldn't contact my clone using my Primordial Mystic Technique. It turns out you hid him here... Chen Xuan, you have repeatedly interfered with my karma. Do you really think the Heartless Holy Land can protect you?"
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself—since she began cultivating, her mind had long been as still as a deep well, but the existence of Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian had repeatedly angered her. If this feeling of resentment wasn't resolved, it would eventually turn into a demon in her heart.
"Very well." Xia Jiuyou snorted, tossed the intelligence book aside, and his figure transformed into a black shadow, disappearing from the quiet room. "The ranking battle a hundred years from now will be a good opportunity to settle all grudges at the same time."
Meanwhile, deep within the Yao Guang Holy Land in the Yao Guang Starfield, inside a palace suspended in the nebula like a golden cage, a pure-looking young girl dressed in green came to visit.
"Senior Sister Xueqi, junior sister greets you. Something fun has happened!" The girl was very lively and cheerful, holding up the booklet in her hand as she spoke.
After a long while, a cold, emotionless female voice finally came from inside the golden palace, "It's Junior Sister Yunxiao, come in."