But even so, Xu Feng would be very happy if he could have one more emperor-level puppet beast. After all, it is not an easy task to command and control 100,000 Tianhe navy. However, a puppet beast would be much more convenient and could react faster when encountering danger in the wild.

The upper realm is rich in resources. Except for the places occupied by human sects, most of them are occupied by wild monsters. Many precious treasures of great avenue quality are also in the hands of wild monsters. When Xu Feng first came to the upper realm and joined the Qinglian Sect, and had not yet started learning the Qinglian Sutra, he had to worry about a foundation-building material of great avenue quality. It is conceivable that compared with the wilderness of the upper realm, the areas controlled by human sects are relatively scarce in resources. This is why a large number of disciples of the Baimai Xianzong go to the wild to explore and die every year, but they still continue to go forward.

“Since my decomposition technique can decompose ancient demons, it can also decompose those monsters in the wild of the upper realm…” Xu Feng thought to himself, “I can’t say about the emperor-level monsters, but if it is a monster with only emperor-level strength, with my level of calamity power, even a peak emperor-level monster may not be my opponent!”

Before obtaining the SSS-level professional source creator, Xu Feng was already very powerful, but without using the killing curse, he could only compete with those who were at the first level of the emperor or at most the middle level of the emperor. But now, Xu Feng no longer takes the top emperors seriously.

“I should upgrade the Azure Lotus Sutra to the ninth level of perfection as soon as possible, and then break through to the emperor level!” Xu Feng thought to himself, “But even if the Azure Lotus Sutra breaks through to the ninth level of perfection, the power of the laws I have mastered is less than eight hundred, and the chance of breaking through is less than eighty percent. If I can increase the number of power of the laws I have mastered to one thousand, the chance of breaking through will be much greater…”

This is no secret in the Qinglian Sect or even in the entire Baimai Xianzong. The lowest level of the imperial martial arts can increase the number of law powers to three hundred and sixty-five, but the probability of breaking through to become an imperial-level powerhouse with these law powers alone is less than 30%. The higher the martial arts, the more law powers one can comprehend and master. Most of the peak king-level powerhouses can increase the number of law powers to five hundred and increase the breakthrough probability to fifty%, which is already remarkable. Going further, the difficulty will increase exponentially with every increase in the number of law powers. For example, when Xu Feng's Qinglian Sutra reached the ninth level of perfection, the number of law powers was more than seven hundred, which had exceeded the number mastered by most of the elders of the Qinglian Sect.

"If I can increase the number of law powers to one thousand, then the probability of success in the breakthrough will reach 90%!" Xu Feng thought to himself: "With my strength, this is not a difficult thing!"

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One day later, Xu Feng seemed to realize something and slowly opened his eyes. With a thought, the secret realm was unfolded and a figure jumped out from the secret realm.

"Thank you, Saint Son. I am grateful! If there is anything you need me to do in the future, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!" Cui Zichen said excitedly.

The lotus pond in the Tianhe Water Palace is indeed a holy place praised by all the elders. In just one day, Cui Zichen advanced from the peak of the fifth level of the Qinglian Sutra to the sixth level, and his realm was correspondingly raised to the initial level of the king level.

"You're too polite, Junior Brother!" Xu Feng said with a smile, "Qinglian Sect has gained another king-level expert. Congratulations!"

As the Holy Son of the Qinglian Sect, Xu Feng was theoretically the senior brother of all the disciples of the same generation in the entire sect. After the two exchanged greetings, Cui Zichen said goodbye and left the cave where Xu Feng was.

"Emperor level..." Xu Feng looked deep into the void, and couldn't help but sigh! ...

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye another year had passed. Xu Feng's Qinglian Sutra had been improved to about 68% of the eighth level. In another year at most, he would be able to break through through his own practice.

It would take at least ten years for other disciples of the Qinglian Sect, including a group of elders, to reach the peak of the ninth level from the eighth level of the Qinglian Sutra, but Xu Feng only needed less than three years. The terrifying power of the innate gods and demons was fully demonstrated here! Dong, Dong, Dong~ Just as Xu Feng was practicing in the quiet room, a bell suddenly rang in his ears. The bell sounded soft and peaceful, and it had the power to soothe the soul!

The Qinglian Bell is a special magic weapon used by the Qinglian Sect to summon disciples. When the Qinglian Bell is rung, all disciples within the Qinglian Sect's headquarters can hear it. It will not be affected by any terrain or formation. Most importantly, the sound of the bell will not disturb the disciples who are practicing, nor will it affect them. Instead, it can soothe and comfort them, reducing the chances of disciples going astray.

"What big thing happened in the sect again?" Xu Feng thought to himself, and took out a tortoise shell. Tribulation power poured into it. After a moment, a smile appeared on Xu Feng's face. "Is Baimai Xianzong going to rank again?" Xu Feng smiled and said, "This time it has become a regular season. Each sect needs to send disciples to participate in the ring competition and rank according to the points..."

“Haha, I wonder what rank I can occupy among the disciples of Baimai Xianzong with my current strength!”

Within the time it took to burn an incense stick, almost all the elders and disciples of the Qinglian Sect gathered in the main hall!

This ranking of the Baimai Xianzong is a top priority in the sect. One hundred thousand inner disciples will fight tooth and nail for a spot. Even the direct disciples in the main hall are all competitors to each other. In the end, only a single digit number of spots will be decided to participate in the Baimai Xianzong competition!

"The Holy Son is here, please take a seat!" When Deputy Sect Leader Qiu saw Xu Feng, a smile suddenly appeared on his originally serious and solemn face.

Although Xu Feng has been practicing in seclusion over the past year, four or five people have already entered the lotus pond in the Tianhe Water Palace Secret Realm with tokens and made breakthroughs. All of them have successfully advanced to the initial level of the king level. This has made Xu Feng's Tianhe Water Palace Secret Realm famous among the elders and disciples of the Qinglian Sect. Many elders have visited Long Zikun to discuss exchanging places for entry into the lotus pond for breakthroughs.

"Greetings, Deputy Sect Master Qiu, and all the elders!" After Xu Feng bowed to everyone, he walked to his seat; the Holy Son had a high status, second only to the Sect Master, and was actually on par with the Deputy Sect Master. It was just that Deputy Sect Master Qiu had always been in charge of the sect's affairs, and although he didn't have the title of Sect Master, he was the de facto Sect Master. Even if Xu Feng became the Holy Son, he had to be respectful to Deputy Sect Master Qiu.

"Greetings to the Holy Son!" The elders stood up and greeted Xu Feng in return.

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"The Holy Son's cultivation has improved again. It seems that it won't take much time for him to break through to the eighth level of the Green Lotus Sutra!" Deputy Sect Master Qiu's eyes flickered. After staring at Xu Feng for two seconds, a look of surprise emerged on his face.

"Haha, it's just luck!" Xu Feng laughed; Deputy Sect Leader Qiu shook his head and sighed, there is no such thing as luck in cultivation, and Qiu Zonghai has never seen anyone who can become a strong man by luck.

"Holy Son, how about you lead the team to participate in this Baimai Xianzong ranking competition?" Deputy Sect Master Qiu suddenly said, "In the past, when the sect did not select a Holy Son, it was Elder Xu who led the team. We were unable to participate in the Holy Son competition, which was a big disadvantage for us! This time, you lead the team. If you can get the top few places in the final Holy Son competition, it will be of great help to Qinglian Sect in improving its ranking!"

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