Chapter 39 (2/2)

“Per Zhuge Ming’s research, I can complete a maximum of 12 rounds.” Thinking of the power he could attain, Lin Qian blood was pumping with excitement, “After 12 Rounds, what effects would my two Ancestral Martial Souls bring?”

The stronger he got, the happier he was. As long as his strength increased, he was another bit closer to rescuing his parents.

In this life, he had sworn never to be an orphan again.

Keeping the wooden pail, Lin Qian pushed opened his doors.

Outside of his courtyard, Wei Wushuang had long been waiting.

Seeing his disciple walking out, Wei Wushuang rushed straight to Lin Qian, grabbing his elbow and checking him thoroughly. Seeing the agitated actions, Lin Qian was not surprised, He knew that Wei Wushuang was doing it out of concern for him, and did not push his teacher away.

Moreover, Lin Qian had no worries that he would discover the oddities within his dantian. After the Huaxia Empire was wholly restored, the protection and camouflage Array was always active within Lin Qian’s body.

With the power of the Huaxia Empire, Lin Qian was confident that not a single person in this world could unravel the truth within his body. The only thing that Wei Wushuang could find was the Tempestuous Night Blade and a normal dantian. As for the Sky Piercing Blade, not a trace of it was discovered.

“Thank gods you are alright!” Keeping his hands back to himself, Wei Wushuang glared at Lin Qian, “Brat, you are fearless indeed. Daring to break the limits, completing 10 Rounds of the Nirvana Cultivation. WIthout an Enlightenment Stage Powerhouse supporting you, the possibilities of success were 1 in a 100!”

Hearing Wei Wushuang’s words, Lin Qian was flabbergasted, “Teacher, have you seen people that complete 10 rounds??”

Wei Wushuang slowly nodded, “Linhai Province is a small, out of the way region. We have limited resources. However, beyond this place, there are prodigious practitioners that complete 10 rounds. However, they are a minority within the minority.”

Hearing it, Lin Qian nodded within his heart. Looks like he was not that special after all.

“There will always be someone better… I cannot be too full of myself.” Lin Qian withdrew his self-conceited, warning himself against an overly arrogant mindset.

Unbeknownst to him, Wei Wushuang had been shaken down to his core by his rash, absurd disciple.

How could he complete the 10th round without the support of a mega powerhouse like an enlightenment stage practitioner?

“JUST HOW MONSTROUS IS THIS RASCAL’S TALENT?” Wei Wushuang sighed to himself. He had begun feeling his own mediocrity, and how unsuitable he was to be called a teacher by this prodigy.

Sometime later, Lin Qian suddenly asked, “Teacher, beyond Linhai Province, is there anyone you know of that broke into 11th or even the 12 Round Nirvana?”

“What nonsense! A 10th round would already be a world-shaking genius, 11 and 12 rounds are simply impossible, an inconceivable fantasy of the mind!” Hearing the question, Wei Wushuang laughed to himself, as he shook his head, “Little kid, stop thinking of such absurd ideas.”

Lin Qian may have nodded in agreement, but within his heart, he plotted, “Zhuge Min has absolute confidence in his research. Let me see, is this 11 and 12 rounds just a blind hop?”

Right at that moment, Lei Qian suddenly burst in, “This is bad, Boss! Liu Ming had just issued a challenge to you, fighting for the spot to enter the ancient Ruins!”

“Let him come to me. Did you think I would be afraid?” Lin Qian was nonchalant, waving his hands indifferently, “Time to cultivate. This time, we would continue with the usual sparring.”

Suddenly, Lei Qian’s eyes narrowed, gasping, “Boss, did your cultivation state drop a stage?”