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I helped him eliminate the Night Emperor, and just as I was breaking through that realm, he assisted me in taking out Hong Yulong, not limited to just that level.
Let’s settle this before the initial realm.
Deal.
Together.
In a pool of cold water, Hong Yulong carefully washed himself, easing his weary body. After the recent battle, he reflected deeply; the path he sought was becoming increasingly clear before him. Originally, he relied on forcibly breaking through in the arena, but after a short while of relaxation, his mind and body would completely consolidate that breakthrough. Although his combat power might not show significant improvement, the effects of Bu Luo's forced breakthrough would be entirely erased.
Gently, he wiped the green blood off his Ruby Dragon Spear with a handkerchief, revealing the originally bright red spearhead that glimmered with a cold light under the moon's rays.
Was it me all along?
From the forest behind the Cold Pool, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and the Night Emperor swaggered out. A group of Transcendent Practitioners had completely deviated from their original path amidst the chaos. Tenglan and the Night Emperor charged ahead but did not bear the greatest pressure. The two wondered who was leading the way; had Yan Dong finally seen through the clouds?
Halting his movements, Hong Yulong slowly sank into the Cold Pool. What level had he reached now?
Him? Tenglan pondered for a moment, realizing who Hong Yulong referred to. He didn't know; after all, like me, he was just an ordinary person.
Or perhaps not.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, stepped into the Cold Pool, allowing Yi Dong's tense mind to relax before entering the Night Raven Abyss. Although fierce beasts were not afraid of death and had caused some trouble for everyone, it seemed manageable. He initially thought the first realm would pose no difficulty, but it appeared he had underestimated the challenges of the Sky East Tournament. If the difficulty were merely average, how could it determine the top cultivator of Tiandong?
The champion of the Sky East Tournament often stood out as a leader for a hundred years. Over the years, this had become a tradition, something people had grown accustomed to. This was why so many cultivators came seeking fame; even those who could not participate in the tournament still came to catch a glimpse of the leaderboard. It was not just a hollow title; it represented an unparalleled confidence gained from competing against all the geniuses of Tiandong—something those cultivators desperately sought.
Was there no news of him?
Tenglan shook his head. How could they misjudge that matter on Infinite Path?
The Jade Void Sect had found the Treasure Pavilion, seemingly having made some sort of deal. He was quite interested in those matters.
Tenglan understood that someone like Hong Yulong would disdain any schemes or plots. His path relied solely on his own strength and a spear; he did not need any support or assistance from others. Perhaps in Hong Yulong's heart, obtaining Gu Ping's Jade Dragon Armor was merely a means to find Gu Ping again—to say thanks or to return the armor—regardless, it would not be about the Light Path Classic.
The academy would not let him down; at least, Master-Disciple Lineage would not.
He knew that any news about him had spread from the academy, and those people were already beyond saving.
He remembered asking a question before participating in the Eastern Pole Demonstration: what would happen if Yin Tianheng were still alive in that academy? The air around Tenglan was filled with icy coldness; even the mist above the Cold Pool had crystallized into frost.
There were no "what ifs." Even Dao Zun could fall, and Yin Tianheng was no exception.
No, there were no "what ifs."
He would seize the top spot in this round without fail; he would break into the first tier. At that time, they would become enemies.
Deep within his left arm, the Azure Wind Antelope, now smaller in size, landed on Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. It chirped a few times, conveying news from that secret realm to Tenglan.
Goodbye.
Hong Yulong slowly exhaled a breath of murky air. If it weren't for the Night Emperor and the people of Tenglan engaging in the Move Against, he could have chosen to withdraw; there was nothing he could do.
There were many enemies, and many people he had placed under scrutiny. Coco was enough to occupy his thoughts, along with that cold yet kind person. Misjudging the indifference of enemies and the kindness of ordinary people, he feared that he might be one of the few who truly understood that world. He knew Gu Ping was very much alive, yet no cultivator like Ren He had ever considered approaching it from that angle. That was a bottom line; once crossed, all those involved at that moment would likely be scorned by the Easterners.
Hong Yulong felt even more disdainful. Neither friends nor enemies nor confidants mattered; although they had only met a few times, they had already formed an inexplicable bond. Perhaps no one could truly comprehend Hong Yulong's feelings at this moment.
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