Chapter 70: Make Way, I’m Ling Feng, and It’s Time for My Big Show!

Li Xiuyuan was also gauging Lin Ao Tian, a moment of disbelief flickering in his eyes.

He thought to himself: “No way!”

He struggled so hard, even resorting to his ultimate moves, just to barely breach the tenth floor.

Beyond seeking the reward for his success, the goal was to make a grand exit from the tower.

To be the center of attention!

To be renowned across Tianxuan’s Three Thousand Continents!

But now?

Some unknown fellow had swooped in and stolen his thunder.

And what’s more unreasonable, he did nothing at all!

Suddenly!

Li Xiuyuan squinted his eyes slightly, overhearing something: “Is that young man Lin Ao Tian, the one with emperor potential?”

“That explains why he’s as handsome as me, a true prodigy like me!”

Then, he recalled something, his eyes brightening.

He had read an ancient book.

“Everyone meets that one person in life!”

“Before meeting them, you don’t believe in their existence.”

“At first sight, you recognize their identity!”

So the book was true!

Li Xiuyuan felt his breath growing rapid.

MY ARCHRIVAL! (tln : yeah, he did self proclaimed it)

The youth equal to him in stature is to be his lifelong rival!

An intertwining of foe and friend for a lifetime!

He pondered, what should I say at this first meeting with my nemesis?

All major figures in the Three Thousand Continents were present.

This meeting was crucial!

One day, when he ascends the pinnacle, how will they recount this day’s events?

In the Yuan Yang Calendar:

Heavenly Profound Sword Emperor Li Xiuyuan, first met his life’s rival at a relic.

On that day, they exchanged only one sentence!

Thus changing the future landscape of the Three Thousand Continents!

Following this.

Li Xiuyuan took a few steps forward.

He moved slowly.

His robes waved, black hair danced in the wind.

His Qingfeng treasured sword emanated divine radiance, echoing the Dao’s aura.

An air of arrogance radiated from him.

Like a living Sword Immortal!

Lin Ao Tian regarded him calmly, his dual pupils shonebright.

A single glance.

Enough to captivate the soul.

Irresistibly so!

The two locked eyes, the air crackled with tension.

The surrounding chatter hushed gradually.

Eyes hovered over the two figures.

Many single individuals perceived something significant was about to unfold.

Li Xiuyuan stared into Lin Ao Tian’s eyes, earnestly, “You’ve come.”

“Huh?”

“Meng Qingzhu, what are you doing?”

Suddenly, Meng Qingzhu appeared before Li Xiuyuan, her eyes impatient, “Get lost if you’re going to dawdle, go play with mud!”

Then she turned to Lin Ao Tian, smiling.

“From the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, I’m Meng Qingzhu, pleasure to meet you, Young Master Lin.”

Lin Ao Tian paused, nodding with a smile, “Hello, Miss Meng.”

His mind filled with information about Meng Qingzhu.

(Author’s Note :

[Meng Qingzhu: Saintess of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, unparalleled talent, bearer of the Mysterious Yin Body, practitioner of the Supreme Emotionless Dao, stuck at the final bottleneck, needs to endure worldly tribulations, in the original plot, she pursues the fate-bound protagonist’s path…]

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“Is the Young Master here to challenge the Xu Shen Tower?”

Meng Qingzhu lightly bit her red lips, her doe eyes locked on Lin Ao Tian.

“Yes.”

Meng Qingzhu had a hint of a smile, “I have some insights on the illusions within the first eight floors of the Xu Shen Tower. Would Young Master Lin care for a chat?”

Lin Ao Tian blinked.

Calmly gazing at the black tower before him.

He’d grown numb to these changing character arcs.

Even Liu Shen had changed, what else was beyond possibility?

Chat?

Do I trust you?

Is it really just a chat?

Witnessing this spectacle, those around couldn’t help but marvel.

They all recognized Meng Qingzhu.

A top-five prodigy on the Heaven Ranking.

Moreover, on usual days, this saintess from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace was cold and ruthless, practicing the Supreme Emotionless Dao, decisive in battle.

Rumor had it a Holy Son once caught her interest, only to be executed by her sword.

Since then, no one dared harbor thoughts about her, only watching from a distance.

But now, what’s the situation?

“Bitch!”

Ji Yue’er cursed inwardly, preparing to step forward, to declare to all the master was already spoken for!

Ten more bell chimes resonated across the land.

Dong dong dong!

The same ancient, the same sacred.

While people dismissed it, another bell rang.

“Damn! Someone breached the eleventh floor, too terrifying!”

“Wow, who is it? Who’s so formidable?”

“Could it be that fat Daoist?”

“Impossible, he’s only recently entered the ninth floor…”

Li Xiuyuan was equally astonished.

Only he had glimpsed the true might of the eleventh-floor illusion.

Even at full power, he couldn’t match it.

All eyes turned toward the direction of the sound.

Even Lin Ao Tian was no exception.

Yet he merely clasped his hands, smiling slightly, for he already knew the answer.

Next.

The black stone tablet burst forth with golden light reaching the sky.

Ancient airs wafted out,

A line of golden characters appeared before all.

“Ling Feng, peak of the Divine Flame Realm, cultivated for sixteen years, successfully challenged the eleventh floor!”

Simultaneously.

The ranking on the massive black stone changed.

The top of the Heaven Ranking shifted from Li Xiuyuan to Ling Feng.

The crowd erupted into chaos.

“Wow, who’s this Ling Feng? Only cultivated twenty-six years?”

“And it seems he’s a rogue cultivator, like that fat Daoist, without backing!”

“Such a prodigy must be recruited!”

“Investigate! Get me his details!”

In this moment.

Li Xiuyuan was thoroughly dispirited.

Damn, I barely just reached the pinnacle!

Next second.

Boom!

A projected image displayed to all, identical to before.

Ling Feng in a green robe stepped out slowly, his complexion only slightly pale but uninjured.

Just overburdened.

With steady steps, he appeared before the crowd, neither arrogant nor hasty.

Zoom!

A large yellow dog appeared at his side, grinning, “Reaching the eleventh floor on your first try at the Xu Shen Tower, not bad, kid!”

Ling Feng merely smiled, exuding an air of serenity.

As if he hadn’t accomplished something monumental.

Yet inside, he was thrilled.

He hadn’t expected the fully restored Saint’s form to wield such might!

The first eight floors were nearly one-hit kills, only requiring strategy on the ninth and tenth.

The eleventh drained all his spiritual power; otherwise, he might have proceeded further.

The strongest Saint’s body of the human race, terrifying indeed!

In this instant, Ling Feng brimmed with confidence, basking in the awed gazes from all around.

At the same time, he eagerly imagined, upon seeing his transformation, would Goddess Liu feel proud?

And would that masked woman view him in a more favorable light?

Within the ring.

The elder lounged cross-legged, utterly at ease.

The stronger Ling Feng grew, the higher his recovery prospects.

Now reaching the Divine Flame realm, how far is Sever-Me?

Ling Feng’s previous evolutions had already left him quite shaken.

Thankfully, thankfully indeed!

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