The black mist rose quickly and disappeared just as fast.

No! It goes even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist surrounding Dou Zhan dissipated completely, revealing his true form.

His ferocious expression vanished, replaced by panic, and his eyes suddenly cleared.

"Keep your true self in mind and practice the techniques."

"yes!"

Yin Zhe spoke coldly, and Dou Zhan stood at attention in response, his serious demeanor making him look like a new recruit.

Without saying a word, he immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began practicing the technique of transmitting sound.

Qin Zhaoyue almost whistled.

Dou Zhe had ruined people so much: eavesdropping, an old maid, unable to get married... In the end, Yin Zhe still prioritized his cultivation.

Why do I feel like I'm being spoiled?

No way, no way, she was just making up a rumor, but she unexpectedly caught the feelings hidden deep in her heart?

The aloof goddess secretly enjoys gossip, while the cold-faced warden harbors a secret crush on his direct superior and silently watches over her...

This is kind of cute!

Yinzhe withdrew the flying needles, and there was no longer any need to apply pressure.

The biggest difficulty for others when advancing to the Divine Martial Realm is being intimidated by the power of heaven and earth, making it difficult to form their own "momentum".

Dou Zhan, however, was out of his mind due to a series of unfortunate events and probably crossed this step without any sense of fear.

His own inner demons were originally an extremely troublesome matter, but Xiao Liu happened to possess martial arts skills and awakened him with just a few words.

This matter...

Yin Zhe pondered to herself that if any one condition was missing, even if she reacted in time, the chances of Dou Zhan waking up and surviving would be no more than 50%.

Not to mention successfully advancing to the Divine Martial Realm, the success rate would be no more than 30%.

Suddenly, Yin Zhe felt a burning sensation on the side of his neck.

"Can it not be hot?" Qin Zhaoyue's gaze was like a searchlight, fixed intently on her.

Hidden Hibernation: ...

She withdrew her senses and pretended not to have noticed.

There is no more suitable martial arts technique for combat than the "Sinful Shackles Technique" for the Divine Martial Realm, as it has no problems in terms of accumulation, comprehension, and power.

The biggest crisis, which is also the most dangerous mental barrier, was inexplicably overcome, and everything else fell into place naturally.

The prison around him solidified at a visible speed, and the area it covered continued to expand.

The black mist reappeared in the prison, flowing slowly without its previous ferocity.

Moreover, a meat-slicing knife that was hanging upside down appeared above the head of Dou Zhan, who was sitting cross-legged.

Its shape was the same as the one he used in battle, except that the hilt was completely shrouded in black mist.

It seemed to shimmer with a faint golden light, but it was impossible to see clearly what was hidden within it.

In just fifty or sixty breaths, after the area covered reached three zhang, the prison stopped changing, and Dou Zhan opened his eyes at this time.

The prison has vanished, and he has completely established his own "power," officially stepping into the third-grade Divine Martial Realm!

Slowly exhaling a breath of stale air, Dou Zhan stood up.

It's impossible not to be excited; this means he has already entered the inner sanctum and can glimpse a trace of the pinnacle of martial arts.

The result is certainly gratifying, but the process...

The newly minted Divine Martial Realm expert faced outwards from the courtyard, but his head was slightly turned away at an angle.

The room fell silent for a moment; you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Zhaoyue's sly gaze darted back and forth between the two of them.

Feelings are separated by a low courtyard wall, hidden outside and churning inside.

Don't be fooled by Qin Zhaoyue's seemingly normal expression; in reality, the little devil inside her was already squealing with delight.

Wow! It's great, I love watching it!

I just love watching people get so embarrassed that they dig their toes through the soles of their shoes.

Finally, Dou Zhan sighed again and resignedly walked out.

However, the two steps were walked slowly and awkwardly.

A gentle breeze rustled the Bodhi leaves as he finally stood before her.

Just as he was about to speak, Yin Zhe burst into a big smile.

Oh wow! Could there be a chance?

"Master Dou, I'm so glad you've made me happy."

Douzhan: ...

My temples were throbbing, my legs were trembling, and I was drenched in sweat.

Damn it!

Why didn't he faint? Why did he still retain his previous memories?

"Um... Boss... I was poisoned by qi and blood before, and my mind isn't working properly..."

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm just an old maid who can't get married. How dare I criticize Lord Dou Zhan?"

I'm going to die! ...

Dou Zhan wished he could dig three feet into the ground and bury himself; the slight joy of his successful promotion vanished instantly.

The crucial point is that Yin Zhe wasn't the only one who witnessed his own shameful state; there were others...

Out of the corner of his eye, Dou Zhan caught sight of the Sixth Prince beside him and pursed his lips.

Qin Zhaoyue was not about to miss such a good show, and had already quietly moved to the side of the two.

She squatted down without any regard for her image, holding her little head up with both hands like a flower bud.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at this person and then at that person, a bright, teasing smile playing on her lips.

Her red lips parted slightly, as if she had something to say.

One hidden thorn was troublesome enough, so Dou Zhan dared not let the prince speak and immediately knelt down on one knee with a loud bang.

Qin Zhaoyue's eyes lit up instantly, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Proposal...proposal...proposal..."

"Promise him... promise him... promise him..."

A faint murmur echoed in the room, as if carried away by the early autumn wind.

Broken Ink: ...

Douzhan: ...

Hidden Hidden: ...There's no need for that.

Dou Zhan let out a loud shout that drowned out someone else's voice, and with furrowed brows and glaring eyes, hurriedly spoke:

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