Qi Condensation Level 3!The four words hit the Outer Court like a thunderclap.Liu Ruyan's hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes were wide, full of disbelief. Yesterday he couldn't even gather a wisp of Qi. She had personally seen him fail the spirit test seven days ago.Impossible. This was impossible.Liu Hao was still clutching his chest. The pain was gone as fast as it came, but a cold sweat soaked his back. What was that? For a second, his dantian — his proud, heavenly-grade Golden Crow Root that Elder Mo had given him felt like it was going to tear itself out of his body."Level 3? You... you hid your cultivation!" Liu Hao roared to cover his panic. "Trash like you must have stolen a forbidden pill!"Ye Fan didn't answer him. He was listening to the voice inside his head."Boy, don't be stupid," Lingxiao sneered inside his sea of consciousness. "If you reveal everything now, Mo Qianji will come down and kill you before you even reach Foundation. That old dog has been watching you fo

The Beast Forest at night was not a forest.It was a graveyard that breathed.No outer disciple dared to enter after sunset. The elders said a Tier 3 Scarlet Flame Tiger King lived in the deepest part — a beast equal to a Golden Core cultivator. One swipe could crush a Foundation Establishment disciple.Ye Fan ran straight towards its roar.The shattered jade pieces around his neck burned hotter with every step. Inside his head, Lingxiao was cursing non-stop."You are insane! You are Qi Condensation Level 3! Even if you have the Devouring Root, your body will explode! That tiger has lived 300 years! Its beast core will burn your meridians to ash!""Then it will burn them back to life," Ye Fan panted, his ragged robe torn by branches. Behind him, he could hear faint bells — Elder Mo's signal bells. Elder Mo's men were already moving towards Su Qingxue's courtyard.He had less than an hour.He burst into the core of the forest. The trees here were black and charred. The air stank of blo

The Heavenly Punishment Hall was where disciples were judged.No outer disciple had ever entered it and walked out alive.Ye Fan walked in with two broken arms, holding Ye Ling's small hand. Behind him, Su Qingxue was carried in on a stretcher, her meridians injured from protecting them. The entire sect's elders and inner disciples lined the dark hall, whispering.At the highest seat, shrouded in mist, sat a man.He didn't look old. He looked like a 30-year-old scholar in white, handsome, calm, holding a tea cup. No aura leaked from him at all — which meant his cultivation was so high that Ye Fan's Foundation Establishment couldn't even sense it.Profound Sword Sect Master .. Sword Sovereign Ling Tian. Nascent Soul Peak. One step away from becoming a legend.And the man who ordered the massacre of the Ye Clan.Elder Mo knelt immediately, his face switching back to the kind grandfather in a second."Sect Master! This disciple Ye Fan has cultivated demonic arts! He devoured the Tier 3 T

The nine dragon chains shattered.Not one by one. All at once.When Ye Honglian stood up fully, the entire Demon-Sealing Cave collapsed behind her. The 800-year-old sealing formation that 12 Nascent Soul ancestors had built together was torn like paper by her bare hands.The black lotus on her chest bloomed completely — nine petals, each petal containing a screaming soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator she had devoured 300 years ago.Outside the cave, the night turned red.Sect Master Ling Tian, who was half-step Soul Formation, actually took a step back. His white scholar robe fluttered violently. For the first time in 50 years, he felt death."Ye Honglian! You... you broke through! You were supposed to be sealed until you died!"Ye Honglian didn't look at him. She looked down at Ye Fan.Her nephew. White-haired at 18, two broken arms, Foundation Establishment Early, but with eyes that had endured three years of humiliation and still didn't kneel. Just like her sister — Ye Fan's mother