Chapter 56: Entering The Third Limit Room (1/2)
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Finally, Xiang Shaoyun and w.a.n.g Zhenchuan left Zi Changhe's residence.
”Thank you!” w.a.n.g Zhenchuan thanked Xiang Shaoyun.
Xiang Shaoyun waved his hand. ”Don't worry about it. It's not like I did much anyway. My senior brother is too stubborn.”
”I find Elder Zi's request reasonable. It is only natural that one wishes for a remarkable disciple,” w.a.n.g Zhenchuan said. A surge of battle intent rose within him as he continued, ”Rising one stage in two months is indeed rather difficult, but I believe I will be able to do it!”
”Um. It's good that you have confidence. I'll be waiting for you to become my martial nephew,” Xiang Shaoyun said. He admired w.a.n.g Zhenchuan's tenacity.
”Before your cultivation level surpa.s.ses mine, I will not acknowledge you as my martial uncle!” w.a.n.g Zhenchuan responded seriously.
”Haha, that's no problem at all,” Xiang Shaoyun laughed heartily before handing w.a.n.g Zhenchuan a jade bottle. ”Consider this a gift from your martial uncle on the occasion of our first meeting. With this thing, it will be very easy to meet my senior brother's requirement.”
Astonished, w.a.n.g Zhenchuan took the bottle and opened it. He looked inside and saw a drop of a pulsing, sparkling, and translucent liquid. At the same time, a seemingly irresistible fragrance rushed out of the bottle.
”This...is a spiritual liquid?” w.a.n.g Zhenchuan cried out in alarm.
”Yes. Earth Star Spring. Work hard to become my martial nephew,” Xiang Shaoyun said as he patted w.a.n.g Zhenchuan's shoulder before leaving.
”E-Earth Star Spring!” w.a.n.g Zhenchuan was completely stupefied.
A liquid like this would be very rare even within the Martial Hall Palace, yet currently he had a drop of it right in his hands. With this drop, breaking through to the next stage wouldn't even be a problem anymore.
Staring at Xiang Shaoyun's carefree back, w.a.n.g Zhenchuan grasped the bottle tightly and yelled, ”Martial uncle!”'
Xiang Shaoyun returned to his residence, fed Little White some food he had bought from the restaurant, then headed straight to the Hall of Limits. Although Zi Changhe had given him two days to get his mastery of the Lightning Spear Technique to 70 percent, he was in no rush. His current priority was to first further increase his strength.
And within the entirety of Martial Hall Palace, the Hall of Limits was his most suitable cultivation venue. If others were to find out about this, they would have cursed that he was a freak. Everyone wanted to surpa.s.s their limits and become stronger. Alas, limits weren't something that could be easily surpa.s.sed.
Xiang Shaoyun arrived at the Hall of Limits once again, and the overseer smiled when he saw him. ”Kid, it has only been a short while since we last met, and you've already gone ahead to create such a big ruckus? You're really quite something!'
”The tree may want to be still, but the wind might not allow it. It's not like I have any other choices.” Xiang Shaoyun shrugged.
”The taller tree will usually be the one to be blown down by the wind. Keep that in mind,” said the overseer.
”Yes, I will remember that,” Xiang Shaoyun said. He then asked, ”So as a first-stage Astral Realm cultivator, which room should I challenge?”
”The third room will do,” the overseer answered. After a short pause, he reminded, ”Be careful, and don't get yourself eaten.”
”Third room? Doesn't that mean that there are only two rooms for the Basic Realm?” Xiang Shaoyun muttered curiously as he headed toward the third room. This time, he thoroughly braced himself before entering. He did not want to suffer the moment he stepped into the room like he had in the previous two rooms.
Xiang Shaoyun stepped into the room, and unlike the previous two rooms, he was not immediately a.s.saulted by a sense of pressure. Rather, from the different corners of the room, 10 demonic beasts were eyeing him aggressively.
All 10 of them were peak tier-1 Intermediate Demon scarlet wolves. Each of them was as bulky as a cow, their coat as red as blood. Their eyes were filled with blood-thirst, and one look into their eyes was enough to plant fear into one's heart.