Holy Land, Still Water Peak
A幽蓝色的通道 silently unfolded within the quiet room. Soon, Fang Ming Jing's figure returned to his own world.
God's Tongue: "Ming Jing little brother, are you back already?"
Stinky Sprout: "Yeah, I'm back."
God's Tongue: "That's great～/爱心"
God's Tongue: "Picture"
薙切绘里奈 sent a photo she took last night.
In the photo, the girl held him on the bed, her pretty face wearing an extremely charming smile… Looking at the photo, Fang Ming Jing couldn't help but blush as he remembered the role-playing game they played last night.
He shook his head, chatted with 薙切绘里奈 for a while, then began to sit in meditation in the quiet room.
Although he had been out for a few days, he had entered the quiet room under the guise of a closed-door training retreat. So, he had to at least have some results before going out.
Fang Ming Jing quickly calmed his mind.
As the Xin Huo Yao Yang Jue circulated, boundless spiritual energy began to gather wildly in the quiet room. In a few breaths, the spiritual energy became so dense that it condensed into spiritual mist…
The reason why Still Water Peak could serve as the Holy Son's residence was because there was a large spiritual vein beneath the peak.
With the almost inexhaustible supply of spiritual energy from the spiritual vein, Fang Ming Jing's cultivation progressed at twice the speed.
Huu…
At this moment, the gathering spiritual mist completely obscured Fang Ming Jing's figure. But within the misty scene, a golden sun's shadow seemed incredibly dazzling.
The golden flames filled the entire quiet room with a divine aura.
Fang Ming Jing's momentum reached its peak in an instant.
“轰！”
“轰！”
“轰！”
Amidst the thunderous sounds, the golden sun's shadow gradually became solid, and the golden light outside Fang Ming Jing's body exploded once more. Within the golden light, brilliant True Fire clung to his body like garments, blazing with flames, and terrifying heat waves swept outwards.
凝真境… Peak!
As all his momentum gathered at one point, crashing towards the so-called bottleneck, Fang Ming Jing directly stepped into the peak of the 凝真境 without feeling the slightest resistance.
So it was said that breakthroughs are like drinking water.
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Holy Lord Dao Palace
One table, one pot of tea, two figures.
“Master, I still can't accept it.”
“What do you want to say?”
“The position of Holy Son falling on Ming Jing junior brother, I truly can't accept it.”
Yu Yuan, the chief disciple of the Chong Xiao Holy Lord, the strongest among the younger generation of today.
Before Fang Ming Jing, everyone in the Holy Land had high hopes for him. Everyone even thought that he would be the Holy Son of this generation of Chong Xiao Holy Land.
And Yu Yuan's talent and foundation were truly terrifying.
After he entered the Holy Lord Jiang Jiu Ge's sect 20 years ago, he showed his prowess in just two years. In a certain secret realm trial, he surpassed the heir apparents of the major families and empires, and he began to soar forward. Now, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Jie Sheng Realm, and he was only a step away from the next stage, the Nirvana Realm.
This talent was no less than that of Jiang Jiu Ge, who had dominated an era.
“Can't accept it?”
Holding the teacup, Jiang Jiu Ge looked directly at his disciple.
He had known for a long time that Yu Yuan was an obsessed person.
In fact, Yu Yuan's background was not noble…
At first, he was just a wealthy young master from a border town, but an accident brought disaster to his family. Jiang Jiu Ge had found him in his blood-stained home and brought him back to the Holy Land on a whim.
At the time, Jiang Jiu Ge had asked him happily: “How about it? Do you want me to avenge you? I'm very good at that."
“No need.”
“Oh? Do you want to avenge them yourself? I can also capture them and make them kneel before you. You can do it yourself then?”
“No… I want to let them live happily first. Then I will slowly find them one by one, enjoy their ugliness, and then deal with them.”
At that time, Yu Yuan had answered without any murderous intent.
Afterwards, he even secretly sent people to protect the lives of those who had wronged him. Until the day when his cultivation was sufficient, he smiled and went out.
When he came back, he was covered in blood, and Jiang Jiu Ge even remembered Yu Yuan's blood and the smile at that time.
“Ming Jing's talent surpasses yours, the position of Holy Son is rightfully his. What can't you accept?”
Jiang Jiu Ge's cold tone carried immense pressure, causing Yu Yuan to lower his head. But he still gritted his teeth and said resentfully:
“Ming Jing junior brother's talent is strong, but he's also the one who neglected cultivation! Moreover, that's just cultivation talent. At the same level, I believe I am far superior to him!”
“Hehe.”
Jiang Jiu Ge was amused.
He shook his head, put down the teacup, and sighed with inexplicable emotion.
“As those few Holy Land elders said, I really am not suitable to teach disciples.”
“Master?”
“In the past, whether it was Ming Jing or you, I just casually explained a practice method or a move and dealt with it. I never guided your thoughts and character… But the most important thing now is that you don't seem to have any awe of me as your master.”
“Master, I——”
Yu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly lowered his head to say something. But Jiang Jiu Ge's tranquil voice came from the front.
“You are not satisfied with Ming Jing being the Holy Son? Then, I can make a decision to let you two compete.”
“But regardless of the outcome, Ming Jing is still the Holy Son of my Holy Land. And you…”
A bad feeling throbbed in Yu Yuan's heart. The next moment, he heard Jiang Jiu Ge's relentless words fall:
“You are to leave the Holy Land.”