2026-02-02 17:07:40The ancient god's power in his body has undergone a qualitative change, becoming purer.
True integration of inheritance!
True metamorphosis!
This is the ancient god's bloodline.
Moreover, it carries an ancient god's secret technique, Blood Burning!
At this moment, even though Mu Qiu is unconscious, the technique of Blood Burning is quickly branded into his mind. During the days when Mu Qiu secluded himself, Tang Ying made many attempts to visit him, but she never caught sight of him.
So, each time, Tang Ying would arrive with a smile only to leave pouting in anger.
However, even though she never saw Mu Qiu, a number of disciples spotted her leaving Mu Qiu's residence. In turn, her "relationship" with Mu Qiu once again became a hot topic...
Within the Hengshan Sect, many disciples were guessing just how far her relationship with Mu Qiu had progressed. Because of this, some of Tang Ying's suitors from within the sect gathered around Mu Qiu's dwelling upon hearing the rumor. Unfortunately, the end result was the same. Those people didn't catch even a glimpse of Mu Qiu.
Until the day the inner sect examination began...
Simultaneously, it was also the day that Mu Qiu was slated for a life-or-death duel with Luo Bin. On this day, all outer sect disciples flocked to the martial arts arena. Even some inner sect disciples appeared in various corners. They all came for one person: Mu Qiu!
The inner sect assessment, to the outer disciples, can be likened to a fish leaping through the dragon's gate. Failure means remaining ordinary. Success is like a fish transforming into a dragon! Not only are there richer cultivation resources, but they are also exposed to even more extraordinary individuals. Moreover, the techniques and secret arts they can gain from this are like the difference between heaven and earth when compared to the outer gate.
One day in the inner gate means breaking into the Transcendental Realm in an extremely short time. Transcendence—the realm is as its name implies. What is shed is not just the body of a mortal. By then, they can fly with swords, call winds and summon rain, truly free and easy. In short, the outer and inner gates are two different worlds. It's rightly compared to the idioms about carp leaping over the dragon's gate, riding the wind and transforming into a dragon.
However, the annual inner gate assessment is incredibly difficult. The most basic requirement is to have reached the ninth level of martial arts. All disciples who have reached the ninth level of martial arts can participate in the inner gate assessment. The assessment includes two parts: a test and a fantasy tower.
At that moment, under the external martial square, the area was packed with many disciples. No less than three thousand were present, but most were there to watch the assessment. As for those truly qualified to participate in the assessment, they all carried the cultivation of the ninth rank of martial arts. This year, less than a hundred were eligible to stand in the martial square.
Leading them all was Luo Bin, arms folded across his chest, standing proudly at the forefront. A smug smile was on his face, his eyes mockingly sweeping around. Today, he intended not only to be the top assessor but also to personally slay Mu Qiu on the stage of life and death. Thus, once he entered the inner door, the promise he received from Zhao Liqing could be realized!
A man without ruthlessness is not a hero; he viewed Mu Qiu as the perfect stepping stone. The path of cultivation is not child's play. A step of life, a step of death—such words are not to be spoken lightly.
"Hey, how many senior brothers and sisters do you think will pass this year's assessment and enter the inner door?"
"I only want to know what the rewards for this year's assessment are. Generally speaking, the annual assessment rewards are quite generous. Take last year for example: the first place received a set of middle-grade third-order martial arts!"
"What? Aren't you all paying attention to the life-and-death fight between the first senior brother and that fierce Mu Qiu?"
"Pfft, why bother keeping an eye on him! Just dropping by to see Mu Qiu's bitter end will be enough."
"However, I hear that Mu Qiu seems to have some sort of connection with Senior Sister Tang recently!"
"If Senior Sister Tang intervenes, perhaps Mu Qiu could be saved."
In the cultivation world, there's no such thing as too much spectacle. Underneath the martial arts arena, a great number of disciples rubbed shoulders with one another, engaging in fervent discussions.
Tang Ying was also present today, clad in an elegant purple dress, exuding grace and charm. It was apparent that she put great effort into dressing herself up today. If an outer sect disciple spotted her, they would absolutely forget all about the inner sect examination. For these lower-level outer sect disciples, seeing Senior Sister Tang brought them more excitement than watching the inner sect examination.
However, Tang Ying was merely standing at an inconspicuous spot, not drawing too much attention. Scanning the martial arts arena with her bright and sparkling eyes, she failed to spot Mu Qiu.
After a long while, Tang Ying could not help but sigh quietly, saying in a somewhat annoyed tone, "This blockhead, dunce, did he really run away from the sect?"
All things aside, she felt that Mu Qiu should not be such a coward. Though she had heard rumors about Mu Qiu practicing demonic cultivation methods and harming many innocent girls in the past—actions that were absolutely infuriating—she had always been skeptical about those things.
Today, she was here for one purpose only. She wanted to see how Mu Qiu would perform on the Life-and-Death Stage. Logically speaking, with the ability Mu Qiu used to save her life, it should not be difficult for him to pass the inner sect assessment. Of course, even if he fails the assessment, she wouldn't just stand and watch Mu Qiu die in his fight to the death with Luo Bin.
But now, she had been here for quite some time, yet there was no sight of Mu Qiu. This somewhat annoyed her.
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Chapter 212
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The old man snorted coldly, a hint of mockery threading his words. His sharp gaze saw right through Mu Qiu, though the young man's expression remained unruffled — even as he spoke with righteous conviction. But that was indeed the case. Since he had come all this way, he couldn't possibly leave empty-handed. When geese fly by, pluck their feathers; when beasts pass, take their hides. In short, returning with nothing was absolutely out of the question. That just wasn't his style.And so, Mu Qiu made no attempt to hide his intentions. Besides, by doing this, he could actually ensure that the legacy of the fallen Demon Emperor would live on in the mortal world. The mere thought of it made Mu Qiu feel rather noble. His spine straightened instantly, rigid as a sword."Exactly! To revive the lost wisdom of the sages is to pave the way for eternal peace!" His words rang out with resounding conviction. He was even moved by his own declaration. After enduring countless hardships — all for the
Chapter 210
Yet these were the resting places of the demon race's past emperors. Suddenly, Mu Qiu remembered — earlier, the old man had mentioned that these demon emperors, once revered for their great deeds, had all met with ill omens in their twilight years. A chill crept down Mu Qiu's spine. He shook his head sharply, as if to dislodge the thought. His curiosity was getting the better of him — and that never ended well.However, the moment he pondered deeper, a bone-chilling dread crept through his entire body. He dared not think further. Trembling fear. Burning curiosity. Two conflicting emotions tangled within him, tearing him apart."Hey, kid." The disheveled old man — who had been focused on scattering dirt ahead — suddenly halted and turned around. His voice was soft but deliberate. "Take a look at this soil. Doesn't it strike you as unusual?"Snapping back to reality, Mu Qiu froze for a moment. The old man had actually spoken to him first. This was unexpected — Mu Qiu had grown accustome
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The vicissitudes of time. Mu Qiu felt as though an eternity had passed.As he stepped out of the wooden cabin, just like any other day, his clumsy figure suddenly froze.Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?Endless questions flashed through his mind. A glimmer of clarity pierced through his long-dulled vacant eyes. His gaze sharpened, growing clear once more."How did I end up here?"Mu Qiu lowered his head, murmuring to himself. A pensive expression settled over his face. And in that very moment, Mu Qiu — who had been numb and indifferent for so long — finally awoke. His three ethereal souls and seven earthly spirits seemed to snap back into place at once. A turbid breath escaped his lips. A sharp glint flashed from his eyes.Before him, reality blurred into illusion, as if he were drifting through clouds. He saw things that had once been invisible to him. Like those spine-chilling graves — before, they had merely appeared as ordinary mounds of earth. But now, squinting, he noticed
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