Another month has passed.
The elders who had come casually earlier have now been standing or sitting in front of the light screen for a whole month.
This is the ninth floor.
Regardless of whether I can reach the top, I will persevere until I reach the ninth floor.
I'm afraid that once he comes out, he'll be able to break through to a higher realm on the spot.
The elders stared at the two figures on the light screen, who were struggling to move, their envious and jealous gazes falling on Yan Shanjun.
What incredible luck this person had to find such an outstanding apprentice.
Yan Shanjun curled his lips, unable to contain his smugness in front of a group of old men.
Today, my youngest apprentice has reached the ninetieth step.
Since its founding, only the Ascended Ancestor who established the sect has reached the summit.
His youngest apprentice.
They probably have the potential to ascend to immortality!
Unfortunately, Lord Yan only dared to say these words in his heart.
It's easy for someone to spout wild words, but their young apprentice will face immense pressure.
As his master, how could he possibly betray his beloved disciple?
However, he dared to declare that among all the geniuses in the cultivation world, none could compare to his little disciple.
You are revered as the pride of the nation, yet you can only bow before my sword.
He was the same way back then.
The title of Sword Master is not something you get for nothing.
Yan Shanjun proudly raised his eyes, watching his ninth-level disciple being forced to kneel, and his smugness vanished instantly.
It's the 90th step.
It was a place he hadn't even reached back then.
You could see that she was forced to kneel on one knee, supporting herself with her sword, her whole body tense and disheveled, on the verge of collapse.
Under the spiritual pressure, blood slowly flowed from between her flesh and blood, staining her black and red robes until they were only dark red.
My bones are also aching.
Song Siyao was in so much pain that she almost fainted.
The hand gripping the light tightly bled; you mustn't faint.
Absolutely not.
Only the last ten steps remain.
We'll be able to get the bamboo that my sister wanted.
Struggling to breathe, her eyes were almost unfocused. She silently called out to her elder sister, and with her body out of control, she tried again, half-consciously, to climb upwards.
Song Siyao, who was on the 90th step, was still trying, and the people behind her had not given up either.
Wan Qiji was on the sixty-seventh step behind her, equally disheveled, his hands braced on the steps, panting heavily as he closed his eyes.
Under the pressure, his muscles tore through his robes, and the higher he went, the more he struggled against the spiritual pressure, and the more his mind became scattered.
But apart from that.
To Wan Qiji's surprise, he found that under the increasingly intense spiritual pressure, a latent power within him seemed about to burst forth.
The higher you go, the stronger the reaction becomes.
Wan Qiji lost his composure.
Why is there an unknown power lurking within me?
Did it sneak in suddenly, or had it been hiding inside him for a long time?
What is the purpose?
He subconsciously suppressed it.
He was surrounded by overwhelming spiritual pressure, and inside there was a force that he subconsciously resented, threatening to burst out of his body.
Exhausted, Wan Qiji's upward progress slowed more and more.
He was confused, but his inner reactions were never wrong.
He resisted and resented this force.
We must not let it get out.
With a wavering thought, spiritual pressure pressed down heavily.
Wanqi let out a muffled groan; this time, he didn't even have the strength to support himself.
The only option is to go outside…
We have no choice but to give up.
After weighing the options, Wan Qiji looked sadly at the endless steps in his line of sight, feeling as powerless as Baili Xijiang had been back then.
Miss Song's Patchouli...
He's going to disappoint her.
In a state of utter dejection, the spiritual pressure completely crushed the person before finally throwing them out from the brink of unconsciousness.
Just like Baili Xijiang before, the moment it appeared, it caused a disturbance in the heavens and earth, and a surge of spiritual energy.
He broke through all the way to the advanced stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
The breakthrough healed his injuries, but his tattered robes barely covered his body.
Just as the man was about to open his eyes, Baili Xijiang thoughtfully tossed him a set of monastic robes.
"Aji, don't worry about anything, just change your clothes first."
As soon as Wanqiji opened his eyes, he saw his familiar friend. Seeing his anxious and concerned look, he did as he was told without thinking.
Baili Xijiang exhaled and took two steps back. With the large head no longer blocking his view, Wanqiji looked at the smiling elders around him, but his heart was startled.
The elders' strength was unfathomable; it was unknown whether they could sense the power within him.
"You got a fright, didn't you? Haha, I was scared to death when I came out." Baili Xijiang patted his shoulder and reached out to pull him up.
Fortunately, he was there; otherwise, Aji would have been terrified to death if he had been dressed in those tattered clothes and faced the gazes of a group of elders.
Wan Qiji snapped out of his daze and gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks."
Having said that, he stood up as Baili Xijiang pulled him, and while being respectful to the gazes directed at him, he also observed the expressions of the elders.
"Disciple Wanqiji greets the Sect Master and all the elders."
He's meticulous and honest.
Having observed his performance throughout, Yan Shanjun nodded appreciatively. "Placing you in the outer sect was your family's decision. When you first joined the sect, I asked you if you wanted to be your peak master's personal disciple, but you declined."
"Now that you've reached the ninth level, how about you randomly choose one of us to be your master?"
When Wan Qiji was first brought here, he immediately recognized that he possessed the aptitude of a golden light.
Even though his family repeatedly urged him to join the outer sect, Yan Shanjun still secretly met with Wan Qiji once.
He was informed of his qualifications, as well as the vast difference in treatment between outer disciples and direct disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect.
Unfortunately, this child is also stubborn and insists on listening to his family and going to the outer gate.
Yan Shanjun sighed, and the elders sprang into action, bringing out all sorts of secret manuals, spiritual treasures, and magical artifacts.
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