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Zhao Yang and Song Baliang moved away from the borders of Fengdu City, heading towards the royal city of the Central State, where the Ten Thousand Methods Conference was about to begin.
This time, nearly falling victim to Shiyunsheng left Zhao Yang shaken. It seemed that there were many threats in the world, even from those whose cultivation was inferior to his own. He knew Shiyunsheng was strong, but he had never regarded him as a rival, which led to his carelessness and almost cost him dearly.
Initially, Nangong Wuxin had warned him to find a way to eliminate Shiyunsheng upon encountering him; otherwise, the cultivation world would face endless troubles in the future. It appeared that this warning was not exaggerated at all.
It was astonishing that someone could extract his essence!
To think that Sun Wukong had once said that with the Chaotic Root present, no one in the world could nullify his cultivation. This was due to the Chaotic Root's overwhelming recovery ability; any injury could be healed as long as he did not die. However, if his essence were extracted, even if he recovered, he would have to start cultivating anew. The mysterious Perfect Foundation Cauldron of his could actually be drawn out, which made him feel alarmed. If it weren't for the unmatched power of the Haotian Pill, he might have already faced disaster!
Fortunately, a woman in a Goose Yellow Dress appeared; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. From her previous performance, Zhao Yang had already discerned that she belonged to the demon clan and was highly skilled—one finger from her could surpass Shiyunsheng.
Why would someone from the demon clan help him? What did her mention of "slaying gods" mean? Zhao Yang had a vague suspicion as he looked at the Little Beast sleeping in his arms, unsure of what to think.
As Zhao Yang and Song Baliang traveled on, they flew past several royal cities and arrived at Central Imperial City. Along the way, Spirit Pearl indicated that there was treasure beneath Zhao Yang's feet. After some searching, they found a Spirit Tree laden with fruit. The tree had slender branches but emitted an incredibly rich aura. Beside the Spirit Tree stood a spirit beast resembling a mythical creature.
It was located in a gorge that was shrouded in darkness year-round and had never been visited by cultivators; thus, this type of Spirit Tree could thrive there.
Song Baliang initially wanted to capture the spirit beast as his battle pet, but spirit beasts possess intelligence and initially regarded them with hostility. When Zhao Yang took out the Little Beast from his arms, the spirit beast became terrified and fled in panic, crying out in fear; no spirit beast could withstand the aura emanating from the Little Beast up close.
Zhao Yang chuckled; he considered Little Beast a shield and a means to drive away other beasts in the future.
Unaware of everything happening around it, Little Beast slept peacefully, smacking its lips and humming contentedly.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang picked all the Spiritual Fruits from the tree and feasted until they were full. If any alchemy masters from major sects saw this scene, they would surely go mad because they were consuming Ghost Fruits—fruits that grew in perpetual darkness within gorges under strict conditions and guarded by spirit beasts. Their market value was extremely high; one could significantly increase alchemical success rates with just one fruit while ensuring its potency lasted longer.
Yet here were Zhao Yang and Song Baliang treating these Ghost Fruits like ordinary food. Although Song Baliang didn’t feel completely full, his meridians were saturated with Spirit Energy; he needed time to digest it into True Qi within himself. Zhao Yang, on the other hand, felt unsatisfied no matter how much he ate; he treated these Ghost Fruits like chestnuts—while Song Baliang swallowed them whole, Zhao Yang peeled them before eating.
Even so, Zhao Yang consumed far more than Song Baliang because his peeling speed astonished Song Baliang into silence.
Zhao Yang felt proud; in his past life, he was an expert at cracking sunflower seeds. He could easily crush three seeds at once from a single bag, ensuring that each seed was perfectly full.
The Imperial City, with a history spanning ten thousand years, has always been a Holy Land longed for by countless powerful individuals. The royal family's Cultivation Method combines the strengths of all sects in the world, enriched by the research of countless predecessors who created even more profound Cultivation Methods as capital for the royal family to unify the mortal realm.
The Genius Academy serves as the royal family's facade. Anyone who enters the Genius Academy must be an exceptional talent with a Single Spiritual Root. The majority of students at the Genius Academy are offspring of royal nobles, with a small portion selected from the noble families of the Three Thousand King City. An even smaller number are exceptionally talented individuals recommended by local officials to the city lord, who then recommends them to the teachers at the Genius Academy. Only those who pass the tests can gain admission.
Thus, nearly everyone at the Genius Academy is a genius, especially those recommended; each one is among the Elite of the Elite. Although there are many royal offspring, their cultivation levels are equally profound since only those with a Single Spiritual Root can enter the Genius Academy.
The Genius Academy has never been ambiguous about this point. If one does not possess a Single Spiritual Root or an extremely rare type of Spiritual Root, even princes cannot enter.
Over the years, more and more individuals have entered the Genius Academy, leading to increasingly complex Cultivation Methods divided into various schools. Some focus on offense, while others emphasize defense. Attributes such as Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, and Ice have all been categorized into corresponding courses taught by the most professional instructors. At the same time, they undergo rigorous training.
Those who can enter the royal Genius Academy have unlimited access to resources, including unlimited Spirit Qi Pills and spirit stones. As long as they can absorb them, the Genius Academy provides them for free!
What many people dream of is that every individual at the Genius Academy possesses top-notch equipment, with each piece being at least a high-grade magical artifact!
They fight in unison and are well-trained; their True Qi is pure and their magical power unmatched. The Cultivation Methods they learn are top-tier; there has never been anything as lowly as Mountain-Splitting Palm or Earth-Shattering Fist among their teachings.
In the Imperial City stands a large and famous restaurant called Sky One Tower. It belongs to a certain prince of the royal family and has received strong support from the imperial court. With a personal endorsement from the current prince, Sky One Tower has developed over many years into the largest and most luxurious restaurant in the Imperial City. It has become a favorite haunt for wealthy cultivators; although prices are steep, it must be said that the service is excellent.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang arrived at Sky One Tower as agreed upon. Through his Divine Sense, Zhao Yang sensed the presence of people from Xuanfo Temple and decided to go meet them.
At that moment, a group of elegantly dressed individuals on horseback approached them with great momentum. Seeing this display of power coming toward them, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang instinctively stepped aside to let them pass.
Just as they moved aside, a strikingly handsome youth about their age pointed at them and exclaimed, "Are you two beggars blind? Everyone else sees us coming and steps aside far away; you two only move when we get close! Are you trying to provoke me?"
"Huh?" Zhao Yang was puzzled. He considered himself not particularly resentful toward wealth since he had some money now—tens of thousands of Essence Stones—which would amount to millions in gold. Perhaps after their recent battle he and Song Baliang did look somewhat like beggars, but he had no objections to being called one.
Zhao Yang initially did not yield because he felt that he was far enough from the mounted group, and there was no need to step aside. However, as he approached the entrance of Sky One Tower, he instinctively moved aside. In his past life, when walking down the street and seeing a car coming from the opposite direction, he wouldn't just assume he could confront it simply because he was strong.
Even if he were as tough as a diamond and refused to yield, if he were to damage someone’s vehicle, he would still have to pay for it, right?
Although this world wasn't governed by law, he believed that with someone ruling the Cultivation realm, there must be laws and regulations in place. With rules established, one couldn't act recklessly. Besides, being reckless wasn't in his nature; there was no need to retaliate with violence just because someone had slightly offended him. His decision to yield wasn't out of fear of these rules or because he was intimidated by the status of the group; it was simply a matter of courtesy—allowing people and horses to pass. Such common sense or basic politeness shouldn't require deep contemplation. When walking down the street, did one really need to ponder who was approaching and whether to yield?
This left him conflicted, unsure how to respond.
This is often the case with intelligent individuals; they can answer profound questions that require extensive thought from others in an instant. Yet when faced with something that defies common sense, they struggle to provide an answer.
Similarly, anyone would find it difficult to respond.
“Everyone else has stepped aside for us, yet you remain unmoving,” came a voice.
Why should they yield if they weren't about to collide?
It was a strange question that puzzled Zhao Yang and Song Baliang, who were unaccustomed to fear.
“I’m deaf; what did you just say?” Song Baliang asked as he rubbed his ears. He understood what was happening but still heard a faint ringing in his ears and hadn’t caught everything clearly. As he spoke, he took a few steps forward to clarify.
Seeing Song Baliang daring to approach them while speaking triggered anger among the mounted group. They shouted in unison: “You dare!” “Seeking death!” “You’re asking for it!”
A volley of Flying Swords shot forth from behind the youths with precision and power, their trajectories identical and their force terrifying. The ordinary cultivators on either side were knocked over as chaos erupted—the winds howled, tiles shattered, and the air trembled.
“What’s going on?” Song Baliang turned back to Zhao Yang, looking bewildered. He genuinely wondered how a simple inquiry could provoke such a fierce response.
Sometimes, what seems perfectly normal can appear utterly out of place in the eyes of those who are self-righteous.
"Senior Brother, the swords—" Zhao Yang lazily reminded.
Swish, swish, swish, swish—
Dozens of Flying Swords, gleaming coldly, whistled through the air and all embedded themselves behind Song Baliang, creating a resonating sound.
Song Baliang turned around, furious. "What are you doing!"
His roar was filled with confusion and anger, akin to someone who had just stepped out for a morning walk only to be doused with cold water from above. Even if it was Wuxin on the other side, his anger could not be contained.
At that moment, Song Baliang's mood was just like that. He had already been in a bad mood; although he had eaten a Ghost Fruit along the way, the thought of nearly being killed by Shiyunsheng left him seething. He had held back his frustration throughout the journey, but upon arriving at the imperial city and seeing some dazzling sights, his mood had lightened slightly—only to be pushed again. How could he not be angry?
Countless cultivators around gasped in shock. Even the young riders on horseback displayed various expressions of fear or astonishment as they stared wide-eyed at Song Baliang, specifically at the dozens of gleaming Flying Swords behind him!
"Friend, doesn't that hurt?" a cultivator beside Sky One Tower asked Song Baliang, who stood not far away.
"Hurt? What hurts?" Song Baliang replied in confusion. Hurt from what?
Zhao Yang was speechless and shook his head, pointing at the swords behind Song Baliang. "Senior Brother, the swords!"
"You’re the one who’s despicable!" Song Baliang snapped back angrily. Zhao Yang had gotten him trapped in an absolute formation where he nearly died. When he saw a decent spirit beast near the Ghost Fruit tree and tried to catch it, it had escaped. Although he had eaten plenty of Spiritual Fruits, he felt sore all over and was still recovering from a ruptured eardrum caused by sonic waves in the formation. His head was spinning as if he had just woken up from sleep.
But now he had been unjustly scolded out of nowhere and then pushed; he considered himself not someone to be easily provoked. In the past, when his master had broken his arm for revenge, he had extracted the core of Datong Zen Master's Dao Artifact. The most satisfying moment was when he cleared out all of Great Compassion Zen Master's treasures! He was someone who would repay grievances!
Yet here was Zhao Yang, who had always been like a brother to him, calling him despicable in front of everyone. Who wouldn’t be angry?
"You’re despicable!" Song Baliang shouted again to vent his inner imbalance. "Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re my junior brother." With that, he took out his frustration on Zhao Yang.
Sometimes, when friends are together, they tend to tease each other more.
"Alright, you’re invincible," Zhao Yang said, speechless, covering his face, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, so you’re just a fool without any sense of pain," someone watching nearby offered what seemed like a very accurate answer.
Song Baliang turned around to look at the speaker, and in that instant, he caught sight of his own shadow.
His figure was still tall and robust, possessing the strong physique and developed muscles that all men dream of. He looked resolute and full of strength. But strangely, there were shadows protruding from his back, making him look just like a performer in a grand show.
"Damn! Have I turned into a monster? Junior Brother, that sack of Ghost Fruit we ate must be poisonous!"
"Ghost Fruit? Sack?" A cultivator nearby twitched at Song Baliang's words.
Song Baliang was taken aback, realizing that everyone had been staring at him for so long. He must have become hideously ugly or turned into a clown. But Zhao Yang hadn’t changed at all; why did he have to turn into a monster? When he was young, Datong Zen Master once took him to see a play in the countryside. He remembered seeing someone in blue theatrical attire shouting and gesturing wildly, and he never understood why everyone enjoyed watching plays.
In that moment, Song Baliang understood everything. He looked at the strange gazes from everyone around him and covered his face as he fled. In this world, regardless of gender or age, no one is indifferent about their appearance.
Zhao Yang was about to lose it; here was Song Baliang, a dignified nine-foot man, crying and running away with his face covered in front of all the cultivators!
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