Chapter 40: Say What You Mean

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Say What You Mean

Editor: Larbre Studio

Feeling Lin Qian’s realm, a possibility emerged in Lei Qian’s mind, “Could it be that you’ve successfully dissipated your soul power again?”

The cultivation in the Shape Origin Realm falling from the Ninth Level to the First Level only happened when completing nine rounds of Nirvana cultivation.

Now, Lin Qian’s realm dropped, precisely occurring during the nine rounds of Nirvana cultivation.

However, during the life-or-death battle, Lei Qian clearly remembered that Lin Qian’s soul power and Soul Light already had nine layers, completing the nine rounds of Nirvana, even surpassing him by one layer, which was astonishing.

You must know that among the inner sect disciples of the Wanxiang Sect now, only the strongest in the inner sect had completed the breakthrough of nine rounds of Nirvana.

Clearly having completed the nine rounds of Nirvana, now the cultivation fell again…

Lin Qian didn’t explain much; he merely stimulated the soul power within his body, showcasing it to Lei Qian.

“One, two… ten! Hiss!” Carefully counting the Soul Light on Lin Qian, Lei Qian gasped, his eyes somewhat darkened, “What kind of monster are you? I truly submit to you.”

Originally proud of his eight-round Nirvana breakthrough, Lei Qian was completely defeated by the phenomenon on Lin Qian’s body.

He had seen abnormal people before but never anyone so abnormal.

Suddenly, Lei Qian felt that calling such a heaven-defying monster a boss was actually a good deal.

“Speaking of which, is the spot for the Middle Ages ruins still contestable?” After a while, Lin Qian snapped back to reality.

Lei Qian wiped his face, calming down from the fright, “Indeed, before heading to the Middle Ages ruins, you can challenge the holder of the spot, and if you win, you can get their spot.”

“Moreover, to stimulate competition among the disciples, the sect requires that the challenged one must accept the challenge.”

After hearing this, Lin Qian suspiciously stared at Lei Qian, “Strange, you’re only tenth in the inner sect strength ranking, so why hasn’t anyone challenged you?”

Seeing Lin Qian ask like this, Lei Qian awkwardly smiled, “Because of my grandpa, they’re too scared.”

“My master is still the War Emperor, yet they dare to challenge me?” Lin Qian said, angrily turning his head, “Master, they look down on you.”

Wei Wushuang smiled, thinking slightly, “Now they all say I’m terminally ill and won’t live long. Even though I’m the War Emperor, what is there to fear about a dying War Emperor?”

“I admire the War Emperor’s nonchalance,” Lei Qian remarked, feeling touched by the War Emperor’s indifferent view on life and death, bowing to Wei Wushuang with respect.

To this, Wei Wushuang didn’t elaborate, only smiling, “This problem, my disciple, you must solve yourself.”

Having said that, Wei Wushuang turned around, directly returning to the room, leaving the courtyard to Lin Qian and Lei Qian.

“What should we do now?” After Wei Wushuang left, Lei Qian looked at Lin Qian and asked.

“When soldiers come, we fight back. When water floods, we cover it with earth. If he thinks I’m soft, what’s wrong with having a battle with him?” Lin Qian shrugged nonchalantly, asking Lei Qian, “What’s the specific challenge method? Do we have to fight him now?”

Lei Qian hurriedly shook his head, explaining, “Not exactly. Liu Ming has already declared to challenge you, promising to meet you at noon in seven days on the thirteenth competition platform. According to the rules, if you don’t go, the spot will be his.”

“In that case, in seven days, I’ll go to the challenge,” Having said this, Lin Qian suddenly kicked Lei Qian, sending him flying.

Lei Qian, caught off guard, was kicked squarely and flew out.

When Lei Qian held his chest, grimacing and struggling to get up, Lin Qian smiled, “Now, the cultivation begins.”

In the Divine Sword Sect, outside the sword hut, an extraordinary female Sword Saint was standing guard outside, watching the content displayed on a crystal in her hand.

“What a Young Emperor!” After reading the content on the crystal, the female Sword Saint couldn’t help but exclaim.

After putting away the crystal, her emotions still couldn’t calm down because of the content displayed on it.

“An Ancestor Level Martial Soul, mysterious origins, completing ten rounds of Nirvana alone!” The female Sword Saint’s heart was like tumultuous waves, immersed in shock.

When she looked towards the sword hut, she felt a myriad of emotions, “My good disciple, just what kind of divine being is your childhood sweetheart fiancé?”

Suddenly, a violent aura emanated from the sword hut, with Sword Intent soaring into the sky, shaking the surrounding area.

After a quarter of an hour, the sword hut’s door opened, and a goddess-like girl ran out, rushing to the female Sword Saint with a happy smile, “Master, I’ve already broken through to the Nirvana Realm. Can I now go find Little Qian?”

“Silly girl, since you know he’s in the Wanxiang Sect, why bother going to find him?” The female Sword Saint patted the head of her anxious disciple, finding it somewhat amusing, “Focus on consolidating your cultivation, familiarize yourself with the Nirvana Realm’s power, and prepare for the Middle Ages ruins.”

“Don’t blame your master for not telling you; your little lover will also be going to the Middle Ages ruins,” The female Sword Saint said with a hint of teasing in her tone.

Hearing this, Ye Xin was both surprised and skeptical, “It can’t be, Little Qian hasn’t even broken through the Nirvana Realm yet, how can he go to the Middle Ages ruins? Master, are you joking with me?”

Hearing this, the female Sword Saint gave a light tap on Ye Xin’s head, “When have I ever lied to you all these years? Prepare well; in over a month, you will get your wish.”

Ye Xin gently nodded, looking towards the direction of the Wanxiang Sect, “Little Qian, we can meet again soon.”

At dusk, in the courtyard of Maoqing Mountain, Lin Qian was covered in sweat, looking at Lei Qian, who was beaten into a pig’s head-like state, nodding in admiration, “Not bad, I’ve increased my strength, and you can still hold on till now. Progress is fast!”

Lei Qian, sitting on the ground, with a bruised and swollen face, tears welled up, nodded at Lin Qian.

“…Come on, don’t tell me you’re crying. When my master trained me, he hit me even harder, and I never cried.” Seeing Lei Qian actually cry from his beating, Lin Qian was also stunned.

Lei Qian shook his head, his swollen cheeks like buns preventing him from speaking, so he could only write on the ground with his hand.

“Not crying, can’t control it because of your beating!”

After writing, Lei Qian looked at Lin Qian with those slit-like eyes, which continuously welled up with tears, waved his hands, and prepared to get up and go back.

Seeing Lei Qian limp away, Lin Qian laughed, suddenly producing a Crystal Bottle in his hand.

Today, Lin Qian deliberately hit hard, actually testing Lei Qian.

Despite being beaten so badly, Lei Qian was still very seriously thinking of ways to counterattack him throughout, with his mind fully on cultivation combat, and even until just now, there hadn’t been any feelings of resentment.

“Catch!” Lin Qian said, tossing the Crystal Bottle towards Lei Qian.

Lei Qian caught the Crystal Bottle, finding the bottle even somewhat hot to touch, blankly looking up with those tear-filled squinty eyes at Lin Qian.

“Pfft…” Seeing Lei Qian’s appearance, Lin Qian couldn’t help but laugh out loud, only calmi down after a while and then shout, “Go back and fetch a bucket of hot water, enough for you to sit in when completely submerged. Pour everything inside into it, cultivate overnight, temper your body and soul power, and don’t break through.”

“I guarantee, within a month, I’ll make you strong enough to win the spot for the Middle Ages ruins with your own strength.”

“I, Lin Qian, mean what I say!”

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