1379 Me? (2)
Ye Xiaotian gazed into the distance and said softly, âAlthough I place my hopes on Xu Xiaoshou, I donât know how long it will take for him to grow. I might as well wait till I reach the higher void level and save him myself.â
Xiao Kongtong did not turn back. The more he looked into the distance, the more nervous he became.
Of course, he understood how powerful a higher void would be if one cultivated the Spatial Upanishad. As long as they could find a way, they would be able to go anywhere in the world.
Hence, Ye Xiaotianâs choice was understandable.
HoweverâŠ
âThis canât hide the fact that youâre afraid.â Xiao Kongtongâs eyes shifted.
âThat is a demi-saint! Itâs not a higher void who consumed the Holy Blood, nor is it one of the imposters that Xu Xiaoshou put up!â Ye Xiaotian retorted in a fit of rage, âYou can joke around with your life, but why did I spend my life cultivating so hard for?â
Upon hearing that, Xiao Kongtong was amused. He replied, âFor the sake of ânot daringâ or to âsurviveâ?â
Ye Xiaotian was taken aback. Bristling with anger, he gathered his spatial spiritual source and was about to make a move.
âThis is the difference between you and Sang Qiye,â Xiao Zhenzhen was unmoved, and with one sentence, the latter suddenly stopped.
âHe can separate ways with me because our paths are different, and he can do his own things by himself for decades.â
âAs for you, youâve been hiding in that tiny Tiansang Spirit Palace. After so many years, Iâm afraid that even your will has been obliterated.â
âYe Xiaotian, think about it!â
Xiao Kongtong turned around and said earnestly, âHow old is Yu Lingdi when he comprehended the Water-type Upanishad. With your talent, you should have reached this step long ago!â
âIf youâre still smug about this breakthrough thatâs decades late, perhaps your future path will end here. Yet you still want to talk about the higher void level?â
âComfort and ease wonât allow one to improve.â
âRetreating bravely and protecting oneself will also not allow any genius to become a saint!â
Ye Xiaotian shuddered, and his pupils constricted.
Heâd heard these words before.
Every time Elder Sang returned from his travels, he would drink and chat with them in the thatched house.
Every time, the thing he said the most was none other thanâŠ
âTiansang Spirit Palace is like a cage. A caged bird that canât see the outside world will be pleased with its current peaceful situation, but it will still demand a greater breakthrough. If this cage isnât broken, a majestic sparrow will still be a sparrow, and a swan will still be a swan.â
In his memory, Elder Sangâs last words to him after his arm was cut off by Bazhunâan in Tiansang Spirit Palace were the same.
âYe Xiaotian, be more decisive in the future. Iâve already told you so many times!â
Thatâs right!
He was one of the Four Disciples of the Holy Palace in the past. When did he develop such a cowardly and yes-man mentality?
It was like the admonishment of a close relative. A personâs natural reaction was to hear it in one ear and out the other. However, the care of a stranger could make one feel warm.
Ye Xiaotian felt as if he had been enlightened. He finally realized that Elder Sang had realized his problem many years ago and had even advised him many times.
As for himself, he had always be kept in the dark!
Did he not realize it?
No!
He didnât dare!
He didnât dare to break through that layer, didnât dare to look at the sky outside again, and was willing to stay ignorant about the outside matters while guarding a safe land!
âHeh.â
Ye Xiaotian shook his head and suddenly laughed.
He finally understood why the last barrier that had trapped him had inexplicably been broken after observing the battle in the Eighth Palace.
He should have broken through long ago!
However, it was precisely because he had lived in the cage for so many years that he had wasted so much time.
Why was Yu Lingdi able to grasp the Water-type Upanishad at around twenty? That was because he was battling all the time!
As one of the Four Disciples of the Holy Palace, he had delayed his spiritual cultivation journey for so long because of his so-called âcowardiceâ.
Even though he had mastered the Spatial Upanishad, he was still afraid of being slaughtered by Huang Quan as soon as he made a move. Unknowingly, he was so afraid that he sealed himself up.
Yes!
He was âafraidâ!
The fellow in front of him was right, he had hit the nail on the head!
He, Ye Xiaotian, was afraid of Bazhunâan and Huang Quan. He had only attacked twice in so many years, and he had been beaten into seclusion both times. He was extremely afraid of them!
Ye Xiaotianâs state of mind was in turmoil as he looked at the fluctuations of the Holy Power in the distance. Path Principles appeared around him, and wind and thunder gathered above the Nine Heavens, forming the clouds of calamity.
Xiao Kongtong raised his eyes.
What was going on?
What happened to him?
Ye Xiaotian looked up at the calamity clouds of the Nine Heavens and suppressed his impulse.
His gaze became firm, and his gaze fell back on the person in front of him who had woken him up from his dream. He sighed.
âI have to say, not only are you, a rascal, good at acting, but youâre also very strong. Youâre also very good at talking. Youâre really something.â
A rascal?
Xiao Kongtongâs eyelids twitched, and he snorted coldly, âYe Xiaotian, show some respect when you speak!
âYouâre not Bazhunâan, are you?â Ye Xiaotian smiled, and he did not even sound like he was asking.
âOh?â Xiao Kongtongâs heart tightened.
âIf youâre really Bazhunâan, with your trashy tracking methods, Iâm afraid that Xu Xiaoshou would have died countless times. He wouldnât even be able to get your support before he dies.â Ye Xiaotianâs eyes were filled with amusement.
âAnd from the way youâve protected Bazhunâan to this extent, and from the level of your strength, youâre no longer as simple as a fanatic admirer of the so-called Eighth Sword Deity.â
âIn this world, there are only a few people who can do this for Bazhunâan and master so many first stages of the Nine Major Sword Techniques.â
âSword Deity Wen is one of them. He is a good friend of Bazhunâan, but he wouldnât risk his life to this extent.â
âSo, your identity is self-evidentâŠâ
Ye Xiaotian paused for a moment before he said with absolute confidence, âFringe Moon Immortal Cityâs Eldest Senior Brother, Xiao Kongtong!â
The mocking smile that had just appeared on Xiao Kongtongâs face immediately froze. He felt that the person in front of him seemed to have a different soul. Ye Xiaotian suddenly became a little scary!
âHow are you going to prove that?â
âDrop your act. There arenât many ancient swordsman who can cultivate to this level. Itâs not like I havenât seen the world.â Ye Xiaotian interrupted.
Xiao Kongtong sighed heavily, no longer putting on an act. He bowed slightly and said respectfully, âIâm Xiao Kongtong from Fringe Moon Immortal City. Greetings, senior.â
Whether he should say it or not, he was born half a generation later.
The white-haired person in front of him was Sang Qiyeâs good friend and Sang Qiye was his teacherâs good friend. After some conversion, he should indeed refer to him as a senior.
In Xiao Kongtongâs heart, respecting his teacher was always his top priority.
âNot bad.â Ye Xiaotian smirked and said, âYouâre quite well-mannered and your tone of voice is rather respectful too.â
Xiao Kongtong felt a little awkward. Why was it that his status had changed all of a sudden, and it was now his turn to serve others?
âDonât say anymore, senior. No matter how good Xu Xiaoshou is at holding on, he canât hold on for much longer. Letâs hurry over.â Xiao Kongtong didnât want to dwell on this topic.
The smile on Ye Xiaotianâs face had also disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.
His body floated in the air as he slowly moved forward. He said, âI can go with you to see the demi-saint, but I have to say that Iâm not strong enough to fight a demi-saint now.â
âHa.â Xiao Kongtong subconsciously puffed out his chest. âItâs okay, IâmâŠâ
âYouâre not the Eighth Sword Deity, and you donât have the ability of Bazhunâan! You may be able to fool the others, but a demi-saint isnât as simple as you think, â Ye Xiaotian interrupted.
Ye Xiaotian turned around with a grim expression. âSince youâre not Bazhunâan, you probably havenât seen many demi-saints in your life. After all, if you ever need to deal with demi-saints, your teacher wonât let you take action.â
Xiao Kongtong wanted to say something but stopped. What he said was right.
âIâm not the sameâŠâ
Ye Xiaotian mumbled to himself with fear in his eyes, âThe demi-saint in my memory could crush both of us with just a finger!â
Xiao Kongtong gritted his teeth again, but he couldnât say anything to refute him.
âI have to try.â
The task given to him by his teacher was to protect Xu Xiaoshou, so he couldnât turn a blind eye to the situation.
âWe should try, but we can not be as stubborn as you. We have to make some plans.â
Ye Xiaotian paused for a moment and lowered his body, taking the initiative to lower half of his head to the person in front of him. He then spread out his hands and said in a carefree manner,
âLet me make this clear first. I canât fight against Huang Quan and I canât even take a single blow from a demi-saint, soâŠâ
âYou, how high are you?â
âMe?â Xiao Kongtong was slightly startled, then he took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, âAs high as the sky!â
âOh? Youâre that tall?â Ye Xiaotian did not believe it. The strongest person below demi-saint was Bazhunâan. Who would dare to take on even half of Qingju?
Xiao Kongtong was strong, but compared to the truly famous seniors of the five regions, he could only be considered a powerful figure, if not unknown.
Where did he get the confidence to be as high as the heavens and only lower than Bazhunâan?
âItâs this high!â The smiling darling was resolute and decisive.
âHow long can such height last under the hands of a demi-saint?â Ye Xiaotian raised his brows.
âTen breaths!â
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