Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 362 Consolidation

In the maggot’s eyes, cold light flickered, and his hands suddenly transformed into two sharp black spikes, charging straight at Yang Tian.

"Close combat?"

Seeing this, Yang Tian summoned the Demon Blade with a single hand, and it flew automatically into his palm. Gripping it tightly, he slashed toward the maggot.

Slash!

In that instant, the blade gleamed, the black crescent slash utterly unlike its predecessors. It cleaved through the maggot’s body, severing the two black spikes in its hands, cutting it cleanly in half.

However, since Gu Xiu was deemed immortal, it would not be so easy to kill him.

As the black crescent disappeared, his magical body split into two, only to reunite once again. Greedily eyeing the Demon Blade, he laughed, "A Magic Treasure? Haha, a supreme-grade treasure! Indeed, it’s worthy of the righteous sect’s heritage! But even if it’s a high-ranking weapon, it cannot kill me!"

"Oh, really?"

Yang Tian let out a cold snort, then more black crescents spun into action. Simultaneously, his other hand formed into a fist, which he threw forward abruptly—this was the Heart-Killing Demon Strike!

Yet the magical form was unavoidable. What would terrify most powerful individuals to even engage in, he let strike him directly. And still, as always, his body reformed anew.

Witnessing this ghostly phenomenon, Ji Yanran’s eyes were filled with worry.

Because Yang Tian consumed his Devil Essence with every attack, but the Demon God was impossible to kill. Thus, although Yang Tian was strong, there would inevitably come a time when his reserves would be depleted.

But if he ceased attacking and passively defended against the Poison God’s strikes, Yang Tian would be eroded as well.

Thus, he was trapped in a dilemma. Attack, and face death. Don’t attack, and still face death.

Meanwhile, the maggot watched Yang Tian launch such a relentless flurry of attacks and broke into laughter, saying, "I’ve told you—killing me is impossible! Under my godly interference, you’ll never find the true form of my Heart Worm. All it takes is one of my attacks on you to sap your strength and weaken your spirit. Eventually, I’ll devour you, achieving my next breakthrough to reach the peak of the Ingot Stage, or even ascend to Divine Separation..."

The Demon God paused mid-sentence when he suddenly saw Yang Tian smile faintly. Stretching out a hand, Yang Tian said, "Is that so? When it comes to devouring, I’ve never lost to anyone! Demonic Fourfold Kill, Gluttony!"

In that moment, the darkened space shifted to a contrast of black and white.

"The murder of Xuantian Sect disciples is unforgivable!"

Upon hearing the sect master’s and senior leaders’ declarations, everyone in the Xuantian Sect began to stir.

The Xuantian Sect, one of the top three schools and seven sects in ancient martial arts circles, was a superpower that once commanded all rivers and lakes.

Even though they could no longer dominate the world as before, they never forgot the prestige of their sect.

Killing a Xuantian Sect disciple, even on the orders of the Emperor himself, constructed a crime using the guise of the "Five Elements Body" to make it seem like a Xuantian Sect act.

Regardless, Elder Zhao stood up, cupped his hands respectfully, and said, "Your honor, there are no miracles in the mortal world. However, over the years, the emergence of such divine power cannot be without profound cause!"

"Oh? Elder Zhao, what do you think?" asked the sect master, stroking his beard casually.

Elder Zhao immediately spoke clearly, "I suggest we first inform the three branches and seven factions, inquiring whether any sanctified elder among them has joined the mortal martial arts community!"

"Three branches, seven factions?"

Hearing this terminology, the sect master touched his beard, nodded slightly, and asked, "What then? What’s your suggestion beyond that?"

"If the answer from the three branches and seven factions confirms an elder, it becomes easy to negotiate. But if not..."

At this, Mr. Zhao’s expression turned cold, and he said with a sinister smile, "If there isn’t one, then this is a grand opportunity for our Xuantian Sect!"

"Opportunity? Elder Zhao, what do you mean?" Elder Deng Bingqiu, who stood nearby, asked curiously.

Elder Zhao didn’t respond immediately but asked in return, "Elder Deng, how long did you spend cultivating to reach the heavens?"

"How long?"

Elder Deng looked perplexed but then answered honestly, "Truth be told, it took me over two hundred years to reach my state. However, Elder Zhao, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Don’t rush, Elder Deng!"

With a light wave of his hand, Elder Zhao glanced across the room. Then he continued, "Among the three branches and seven sects, what is the shortest time recorded to cultivate to such heights?"

Without missing a beat, Hee Chongtao chimed in, "According to the Qing Dynasty’s records among the three branches and sects, Master Wu Wushen of Qingxu Gate achieved this in just one hundred and three years!"

Elder Zhao chuckled and remarked, "It’s said that Qingxu Martial Arts God was a prodigious talent. He began training martial arts at age three, performed his first battle at four, and at nine commanded an army of thousands. At forty-eight, he retired into seclusion and later soared to the heavens. Such a legend took more than a century to cultivate his realm."

"No matter how divine, miracles have limits. Elders, could an eighteen-year-old truly attain a level surpassing Qingxu Martial Arts God’s defiant talent and cultivate himself to divinity without a mentor?"

This remark plunged everyone present into deep thought.

In their minds, Qingxu Gate’s legacy was still an unshakable myth.

And so, they absolutely did not believe that anyone could surpass such a grand yet righteous figure.

Furthermore, with the current decline in mortal martial arts, it seemed even less plausible.

Yet now, such a figure had appeared.

Some even began to suspect Elder Deng of fabricating the story.

However, Elder Deng Bingqiu, being one of Xuantian Sect’s dual pillars and an elder himself, surely wouldn’t spout such ridiculous falsehoods?

Finally, Elder Deng turned toward Elder Zhao, his eyes intent. "I understand now! Elder Zhao, what ’opportunity’ does this prodigy present to us?"

"Exactly!"

With a vibrant smile, Elder Zhao replied, "For a mortal man to reach the peak of the world at just eighteen—this is an unprecedented chance! Therefore..."

"Therefore, if our Xuantian Sect can seize this opportunity from this prodigy, surpassing Qingxu Gate to become the leader among the seven factions—this is certainly possible!"

Before Elder Zhao could finish his thought, Sect Master Hee Chongdao interrupted with a hearty laugh, "Ah, truly a rare opportunity! An unparalleled opportunity! Everyone, listen to my command!" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Master! At your service!" All the elders responded in unison.

With a chilling smile, Hee Chongdao said, "As per Elder Zhao’s proposal, immediately inquire with the three branches and the Qi Sect. If no divine elder has joined the mundane world, then this prodigy must come into our hands!"

"Understood!"

...

Binjiang City’s Civil Center Bureau.

The crowds flowed busily back and forth, but more curious eyes seemed fixed inward rather than outward.

As the receptionist—a middle-aged woman—prepared herself for a well-deserved break, a man and a woman suddenly walked up side by side.

The man appeared ordinary, resembling a refined scholar. Although dressed in a plain black suit, his demeanor exuded a warmth akin to a breeze of spring air.

The woman, on the other hand, was stunningly beautiful, poised with an elegance and grace surpassing even the small-screen celebrities from television.

Together, the young man and woman immediately caught everyone’s attention as they approached hand-in-hand.

The receptionist froze momentarily, entirely forgetting her break plans until the pair stopped at her window. Only then did she recover, blurting out, "Divorce is over there!"

"Divorce?"

The young man, Yang Tian, raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, while Ji Yanran beside him blushed furiously in embarrassment.

The two had just descended by sword flight from the Southern Border. Yet, instead of allowing Ji Yanran the thrill of relishing the experience, Yang Tian, contrary to expectations, didn’t head home first but instead brought her directly here.

However, Ji Yanran, having made a secret promise to Yang Tian, didn’t resist his abrupt determination. She simply complied, her face growing redder with every step.

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