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"With my Youxian Skill activated, no matter how powerful your magic is, you cannot move!" The Youxian Saint Child smirked lightly, his fingertips transforming True Qi into a dazzling sword of light aimed at Zhao Yang, intending to pierce him in one strike. Zhao Yang's Imperial Scripture erupted with the force of the Body Refinement Technique, countless crimson-golden Mysterious Characters appearing around him. The binding of the Youxian Skill crumbled like straw to ashes. The sword of light struck Zhao Yang but dissipated with a soft "poof."
Zhao Yang's eyes burned red with fury as he declared fiercely, "I do not wish to provoke mortals, but if you insist on bothering me, I will kill you today, no matter your extraordinary talents or your reincarnation as an immortal!" He was genuinely enraged; he despised being provoked repeatedly and having others impose their will on him, especially those who treated his belongings as their own.
"Overestimating yourself," the Youxian Saint Child scoffed, not even glancing at Zhao Yang throughout their exchange.
Zhao Yang's fist tore through the void, gathering an overwhelming force that stirred boundless Chaotic Qi and struck towards the Youxian Saint Child. The Youxian Saint Child frowned slightly and met Zhao Yang's punch with seventy percent of his strength. In his view, as the Holy Son, he was already the strongest in the Foundation Establishment Stage; no one could deliver a fatal blow to him—not even another Holy Son—let alone an unknown monk. He had heard that Xuanfo Temple had only sent a simple and honest monk this time, one who was merely at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. It was clear that this was the person before him!
Bang! Crack!
A loud crash echoed as the sound of bones breaking reached everyone's ears. The Youxian Saint Child fell to the ground like a broken kite, blood splattering everywhere.
"Overestimating yourself," Zhao Yang echoed back the Youxian Saint Child's words.
The once handsome face of the Youxian Saint Child was now smeared with blood, his internal organs shattered. He could hardly believe that a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could inflict such severe damage on him; even a Body Refinement cultivator shouldn't be able to do this—it defied logic!
"Do you have other Dao Artifacts?" The Youxian Saint Child retreated, trembling beneath his feet.
"Yes! I will fulfill your wish!" Zhao Yang readily admitted, pulling out the Ice Soul Seal and Earth Fire Seal.
"Two Dao Artifacts?!" The crowd gasped in shock while secretly assessing their own strength. After all, the Youxian Saint Child was someone they looked up to—a near-invincible figure in the Foundation Establishment Stage—yet now he was being defeated in such a short time!
Seeing Zhao Yang produce two Dao Artifacts, the Youxian Saint Child turned to flee while clutching a blue Talisman in his hand. The Ice and Fire Seals stirred chaos in the void; the icy aura instantly froze the escaping Youxian Saint Child in place while the powerful burning force of the Earth Fire Seal surged forth, threatening to reduce him to ashes.
The Youxian Saint Child struggled with all his might and, at a critical moment, crushed the Void Breaking Talisman in his hand, vanishing without a trace.
At the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm, numerous high-ranking members of various sects gathered, discussing and speculating about what treasures their disciples might obtain this time. They were also deliberating on the greatest secret of the Haotian Secret Realm.
"The Heavenly Mechanism Wall has predicted again that the greatest secret of the Haotian Secret Realm will soon be revealed. I wonder what it could be," said an elder from a prominent sect.
"It is said to be the greatest secret of the Foundation Establishment Stage, likely related to the Core Formation during the later stages of Great Perfection," another influential figure speculated.
"Ordinary cultivators who progress from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Core Formation Stage generally refine what is known as a Golden Core. Thus, the Core Formation Stage is also called the Golden Core Stage. However, the cores can actually be divided into Inner Cores and External Elixirs. Throughout history, External Elixirs have fallen out of favor because Golden Cores are too exposed to danger. If the greatest secret of the Haotian Secret Realm truly relates to Core Formation, it must be some kind of extraordinary Divine Artifact that can significantly enhance the power of a normal cultivator's Golden Core, even transforming it into another type of core, such as a Demon Pill, Leidan, Ghost Pill, or even an Immortal Pill—something incredibly miraculous that greatly improves a cultivator's foundational power!" an old master with a white beard stated. His extensive knowledge made everyone trust his words.
"If such an item exists, it would surely fall into the hands of the Holy Son of the Overlord Sect, as he is undoubtedly the strongest among this generation's Holy Sons," said Sidu Yuanzheng, who had been silent until now.
An elder from the Overlord Sect chuckled at this remark. "Not at all! The Holy Son of Azure Cloud Palace is truly remarkable. At just seventeen years old, he has already reached Foundation Establishment Great Perfection. If he uncovers the secret of the Haotian Secret Realm, he will surely soar above all other Holy Sons!"
"The Holy Son of You Xian Sect is also extraordinarily powerful. I've heard that he has mastered Youxian Skill to its pinnacle; he is incredibly difficult to deal with and specializes in countering physical cultivators. If he obtains an extraordinary Divine Artifact that alters and perfects Core Formation, he would become an invincible force. Historically, cultivators with control skills have always been among the strongest. Meanwhile, my Xuanfo Temple is gradually declining; we only have a useless young disciple who lacks intelligence," lamented an old monk.
"Master, you underestimate yourself. A thin camel is still larger than a horse. Even if Xuanfo Temple is in decline, as long as you Divine Monks remain, it will always be one of the Five Major Sects," comforted an elder from You Xian Sect, though his words subtly acknowledged Xuanfo Temple's waning status.
"I have no talented disciples in Falling Flower Valley either; just a few inept female disciples. As long as they don't embarrass me, I won't ask for them to obtain any extraordinary treasures," said a Daoist Nun with a hint of melancholy in her voice, though she secretly harbored hope as a certain figure flashed through her mind.
"Why speak so modestly? The Valley Master and Consort of Rain from Falling Flower Valley are renowned for their accomplishments; their disciples must surely be exceptional women. The saints from Falling Flower Valley have always excelled in cultivation. I've even heard about a female disciple named Liu Rou who possesses naturally soft bones and remarkable grace—she seems destined for greatness," reassured an elder from another sect.
Upon hearing Liu Rou's name mentioned, Miao Yujie sighed but did not respond; instead, she turned her gaze toward the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm.
Thus gathered were the high-ranking members from Azure Cloud Palace, You Xian Sect, Overlord Sect, Xuanfo Temple, and Falling Flower Valley—the Five Great Sects of Zhongzhou—discussing matters concerning the Haotian Secret Realm.
"Had it not been for that fool closing the entrance to the Haotian Secret Realm, we would be able to see what was happening inside right now," someone sighed, cursing Zhao Yang.
Sidu Yuanzheng from the Azure Cloud Palace had a grim expression, as if he had swallowed a fly. This was a blatant slap in the face for him, as all the trouble stemmed from their Azure Cloud Palace.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared at the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm, and a figure fell from the void, covered in blood and gravely injured, on the verge of death.
"It's Youxian Saint Child!" someone exclaimed in shock.
The high-ranking members of the Five Great Sects were alarmed and rushed forward to investigate. They believed that Youxian Saint Child had provoked the Nine-Headed Bird and Hell Python Bull by ignoring their warnings, or perhaps even deeper monsters. However, after stammering for a while, Youxian Saint Child could only utter two words: "The Monk."
The elders from various sects turned to look at the master from Xuanfo Temple. The master from Xuanfo Temple joined his hands together and said, "Amitabha. Our Xuanfo Temple only sent one disciple with the lowest Wisdom Root for training. His cultivation is merely at the mid-stage Foundation Establishment and he does not possess any Dao Artifact. How could he possibly injure you so severely?"
"Is what the master says true?" an elder from You Xian Sect asked with some doubt, knowing that the masters of Xuanfo Temple were all highly skilled and should not be easily provoked.
The master from Xuanfo Temple replied, "Indeed, there was only one person. A monk does not speak falsehoods. Amitabha."
Upon hearing the master's words about monks not speaking falsehoods, Youxian Saint Child couldn't catch his breath and tilted his head, fainting away.
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