Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 366: Appointment

Even if the emperor of the Heavenly Heaven rules over the Taoists, he is still stronger than Deng Bingqiu and possesses unyielding confidence.

However, when facing an unknown enemy, if one lacks certainty in their tempering, cooperating with others is undoubtedly more cost-effective than fighting alone.

Yang Tian merely thought about it and immediately grasped the essence of it.

The Xuantian Sect would rather take risks than share benefits with others—this is a colossal gain in itself.

And this enormous benefit is the true secret behind Yang Tian’s formidable power.

Although this secret stems from the memories and soul of the devoured demon, no one else can take it away.

But the Xuantian Sect is unaware of this, so to them, Yang Tian possesses this secret. If the Yangtian Sect could obtain it, the Xuantian Sect would reap immense benefits from it!

Could the Xuantian Sect have overlooked the Xuan Girl’s motives?

After all, aside from the Xuantian Sect, one could also analyze the Xuanwu Sword Sect through their connections to Han Qingqiu and Jiang Lan, understanding their true age and strength.

Thus, Yang’s voice would reveal the past of the Ren Yuan Family.

The reason Yang Tian didn’t act alone was to utilize this time to handle matters related to Jiang Lan’s gift of the Xuanxin Yu. Additionally, the crafting of the Demon Sword by Ren Ren from back then made him a rare peer to Yang Tian, so his decision to step back was justified.

After all, Yu Jianxiu was born into the Demon Sword.

The outcome was just as Yang Tian anticipated—there was no goodwill from the Xuan Girl Sect.

Looking at Yang Tian, who had remained silent all along, Ren Yuan furrowed his brows and asked, "Master, what should we do next?"

"Since we’ve been invited by others, honoring the appointment is only natural," Yang Tian replied with a faint smile.

"An appointment?"

When Ren Yuan heard this, it sparked curiosity. "But isn’t this the plan of the Xuan Southern Sword Sect?"

"So what? Just a single strike to end it!" Yang Tian said, closing his eyes again.

Ren Yuan had wanted to speak further, but suddenly sensed a terrifying fluctuation from Yang Tian. This caused him to wholeheartedly follow the wave and shiver slightly.

"This... this..."

Ren Yuan felt the wave as well. His expression quickly filled with joy and reverence, for he knew a breakthrough was imminent!

A week hurriedly passed.

Although Yang Tian and Ji Yanran had received their registration certificate, they held no wedding. Yang Tian’s mother, Su Lingyun, instructed Yang Tian that same evening not to engage in anything unusual before the wedding.

Afterward, Ji Yanran was brought to the western courtyard where Su Lingyun resided, leaving Yang Tian without an opportunity to capitalize on the situation.

It seemed as though she cried daily for grandchildren.

Yang Tian could only smile and nod in agreement given the current situation.

But even if his mother hadn’t mentioned it, he had no intention of proceeding carelessly, as he sought to close a metaphorical door.

Indeed!

Another door sealed shut.

It was just as Ren Yuan had seen within the great hall—Yang Tian emanated a climactic aura of breakthrough, as though he was on the verge of ascending to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Of course, this rapid breakthrough was attributed to the energy consumed from the parasitic larvae, which could still be converted with 100% efficiency.

After all, magic is wondrous, and as one of the seventy-two branches, the essence of magic cultivation is similarly mystical!

It must be noted that the God Demon had been reforged over the last 300 years. Though his power was comparable to Yang Tian’s, if he underestimated Yang Tian’s mastery over devil-slaying martial arts, he would only suffer greatly.

The confrontation at the Southern Border was unlikely to ever be straightforward.

Thus, by devouring the Devil Essence cultivated tirelessly by the Demon God for over 300 years, Yang Tian could effortlessly break through his current practice so long as the essence was fully transformed into his own Devil Essence.

Aside from breaking through his current stage, Yang Tian had another pressing matter: to reforge the Evil Blade.

Materials capable of severing worlds are exceedingly rare.

The blade is a composite of three ancient-winged fragments: Dragon Teeth, Tiger Wings, and Dog Essence.

But at the time Yang Tian wielded it, what was his cultivation level? Foundation Establishment stage!

The refined blade sword crafted then was only worthy of being a high-grade Magic Treasure.

Although a high-grade Magic Treasure has always been seen as extraordinary, having reached the Nascent Soul stage, Yang Tian now felt he had the ability to further evolve the Demon Blade, pushing it toward the ultimate spell-casting level.

However, this opportunity for advancement, tied to the parasitic remains, still required Yang Tian to purge his breath and achieve a breakthrough.

Thus, upon refining and absorbing the Devil Essence in minimal steps, when Yang Tian was only a hair away from fully entering the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he decisively ceased cultivation. He gestured with one hand, causing the Demon Blade to soar into the air, floating beside him.

"Weapons of sharp edge were our past, but now, we must bestow them with unique abilities."

With that thought, Yang Tian rotated his palm, revealing broken fragments of the parasitic corpse from his mythical body. He tossed it upward, suspending it alongside the Demon Blade.

Subsequently, Yang Tian started chanting an instrumental spell, and Yuan Ying’s figure took the meditative position, continuing cultivation.

No one could truly tell how much time had passed.

On the morning of October 25, a little after 9 a.m.,

Yang Tian emerged from his room. Fixating on his arm, where a Black Tiger tattoo with wings appeared etched on his skin, his lips curled into a faint smirk. "Time for the appointment," he murmured.

At Jiangsu’s Purple Cloud Peak.

Yang Tian’s sword, once descending upon Wang Tianrui, catapulted him to fame during his very first battle with Mei Haiou.

From that day, an unknown boy named Yang Tian formally entered the attention of the mid-tier cultural world—and even the so-called advanced practitioners of the international cultivation circles.

No one had imagined that he, merely entertaining them with youthful appearances,

would soar high above them all, directly standing at the pinnacle of the cultivator’s arena.

When they snapped back to reality, their impression of him changed—a prodigious youth that could only be revered from afar.

In the presence of Yang Tian, they were reduced to mere members of a younger generation.

Years passed, and no one foresaw that the legendary figure, once immortalized in the annals of World Myth, would return to this humble site once again.

Gazing at the night sky, dotted with stars, Yang Tian stood tall in his flowing black robe, hair dark as midnight. Under the heavens, he resembled a monarch entombed in perpetual stillness, his figure perched atop the violet-clad clouds. The mountain winds tousling his hair and clothes evoked an image of an ancient monk, motionless, timeless.

If anyone sought his presence here, they would be startled to discover that a single moment’s distraction obliterated any sense of his existence as if Yang Tian were utterly integrated into the night, the heavens, and the earth, indistinguishably one with the universe’s fabric.

Yang Tian sat still for an indefinable span of time.

Suddenly, with a rustling breeze fluttering past, his eyes quietly opened, reflecting an indifferent gaze.

The future!

On the horizon, a figure appeared—opposite yet complementary to Yang Tian’s dark aura. A soft, radiant white light illuminated her as she gracefully approached, seeming to glide on the blowing wind. She was extraordinarily beautiful.

This was a stunningly beautiful woman, her hair decorated with delicate knots, donned in a flowing white robe with wide sleeves befitting a celestial maiden, and marked by a crimson birthmark between her brows.

Her ethereal presence, accentuated by the glinting moonlight above, bore an uncanny resemblance to the Chang’e Fairy beneath the Moon Palace.

All who laid eyes upon her would be filled with admiration.

Yet Yang Tian showed no trace of sorrow nor joy. His faint voice emerged: "Xuan Girl?"

"That is my title!"

The celestial beauty nodded slightly. Her movements resembled a silent dance, her smile blossoming as she drifted closer to Yang Tian. "The current Xuan Nu Jianzhong of the Xuan Girl lineage pays respects to Mr. Yang!"

"Very well."

Yang Tian responded with a dispassionate nod. He neither rose nor bowed in acknowledgment.

Yet the moment he nodded, the dust-laden ground before him seemed to sweep itself clean, revealing an immaculate surface below.

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