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"Yes, big brother, I am now ranked four hundred." Niu Meng patted his chest and said.
"What about Brother Chu?" Wang Yi then realized that Niu Meng was at the same level as him, both being at the fifth stage. He was surprised, not expecting that in just five months, Niu Meng had risen from over five hundred to three hundred.
"Now I'm only at two hundred." Chu Yixuan said with a calm smile.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi smiled.
Soon after, the group chatted about cultivation matters.
The next day, Wang Yi received his three months' worth of Vitality Pills and went to Zhou Deyu.
"Earth Spirit Realm, fifth stage." Zhou Deyu looked up and said with an indifferent expression, "With your current cultivation progress, it won't be easy to defeat Lin Wanfeng in three years!"
"Master is absolutely right; I will definitely cultivate with all my effort," Wang Yi understood in his heart. Although he was already among the talented, defeating Lin Wanfeng, the first disciple of the Inner Sect of Wen Cang Sect, would be a challenge.
"Have you consumed any Earth Spirit Fruits?" Zhou Deyu's deep gaze suddenly fixed on Wang Yi as he examined him from head to toe. He was greatly surprised to find no impurities in Wang Yi's physique, which was already very strong. Every inch of muscle and body was perfectly aligned, seamless and flawless.
"I obtained a red fruit by chance during my travels; do you know what this Spirit Fruit is, Master?" Wang Yi thought quickly and asked eagerly.
"A red Spirit Fruit? I have never heard of it. It seems you may have accidentally consumed it, which has resulted in your remarkable physique," Zhou Deyu frowned and pondered for a moment but could not identify any red Spirit Fruit that could enhance one's physique.
"I also think so; I just wonder if eating this fruit will have any adverse effects on my body," Wang Yi pretended to be worried.
"You need not worry. Since you have consumed this fruit for some time now, it should be fine," Zhou Deyu stroked his white beard and said after a moment of contemplation.
"Master is absolutely right," Wang Yi replied respectfully.
"By the way, do you plan to participate in the ranking competition?" Zhou Deyu asked.
"Disciple has this intention," Wang Yi said.
"How have you progressed with Cloud Manipulation Palm?" Zhou Deyu asked, nodding.
"Disciple has fully comprehended it and can now use it at will," Wang Yi replied, a hint of joy on his face as he cupped his hands in respect. Over the past three months, Wang Yi had thoroughly studied Cloud Manipulation Palm, enhancing his ability to manipulate stagnation and even deriving a trace of Suction from it, forming a true airflow Suction vortex. Wang Yi was confident that although he was only at the Fifth Layer, he could still contend with an Eighth Layer martial artist.
"Oh, show me what you've learned," Zhou Deyu said calmly.
Wang Yi nodded in agreement and proceeded to demonstrate the advanced version of Cloud Manipulation Palm.
"This... this palm technique actually produces stagnation power, and there's even a trace of Suction. Such strangeness is something I've never heard of before," Zhou Deyu remarked, clearly sensing the peculiarities of Cloud Manipulation Palm, astonished as he spoke slowly.
In comparison to him, Wang Yi was even more surprised. Although he had only used three layers of Vital Energy just now, even a Second Layer Earth Spirit Realm martial artist would not be able to withstand it. Yet Zhou Deyu seemed unaffected as he walked among it; this level of power was truly terrifying.
"However, to achieve such great power with Third-Rank Martial Arts is indeed unusual," Zhou Deyu said softly.
"Master is being too modest," Wang Yi replied respectfully.
"No, this is not to be taken lightly. With the power of your Cloud Manipulation Palm, even Fourth-Rank Martial Technique would be slightly lacking," Zhou Deyu said with a serious expression. "The mysteries within are for you to know alone; remember not to tell others."
"Understood," Wang Yi said, momentarily stunned before quickly responding earnestly.
"Alright, you may leave!" Zhou Deyu waved his hand.
Wang Yi bowed and stepped back.
"Transcendence Fruit," Zhou Deyu murmured as he watched Wang Yi's gradually fading figure.
Returning to the room, Wang Yi thought to himself that he was now at the fifth level of the Earth Spirit Realm and could unlock the memories of the Demon Clan's Saint Ancestor Xuan Luo. He took off his shoes, sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and began to slowly decompose Xuan Luo's soul with his own spirit.
In the Identification Storage, there was a hazy expanse with no end in sight, only a silver-white light sphere and a tiny grain-sized light sphere, both shimmering and appearing mysterious.
Under Wang Yi's mental transcendence, the silver-white light sphere began to slowly decompose the tiny light sphere, much like silkworms consuming mulberry leaves, gradually devouring, absorbing, and resolving it.
Soon, Wang Yi's face twisted in difficulty; decomposing these memories was incredibly challenging, especially since they belonged to an existence as supreme as the Demon Saint Ancestor.
Time flowed like water around Wang Yi. As the sun set and night fell, his soul sank into silence within the Identification Storage, seemingly oblivious to the passage of time.
When Wang Yi awoke again and looked out the window, he saw the sun hanging high in the sky like a massive fireball, spewing forth flames that painted the sky in hues of red.
The memories he had decomposed this time did not contain information about the Ancient War of Humans and Demons, but they were shocking enough for Wang Yi. He had gained insights into the supreme existence of the Demon Clan.
According to this portion of memory, the Demon Clan existed in another world beyond Yuan Continent—a completely separate world unrelated to Yuan Continent—referred to by humans as the Demon Realm. As for where this Demon Realm was located, no one knew.
The Demon Realm was home to countless Demons, a race similar to humans but governed by a strict hierarchical system. The realm had Three Great Ancestors, Four Great Ancestors, and twelve major Demon Lords; these nineteen individuals were the supreme beings who ruled over the Demon Realm. Xuan Luo was one of the Four Great Ancestors with terrifying power. However, after the Ancient War, whether these supreme beings still existed in this world was unknown to Wang Yi. He speculated that with Xuan Luo's formidable strength being sealed by Human Race Experts in Refining Flame Cave, it was likely that some powerful Demon Lords had also been killed by Human Race Experts.
Wang Yi closed his eyes for a long time; with his current strength, he could only decompose this much information.
"It seems I need to hurry and increase my strength so that I can obtain more information about the Demon Clan," Wang Yi murmured as he slowly opened his eyes.
The next day, Wang Yi arrived at Martial Arts Plaza. Underneath the Ranking Jade Tablet, he heard people discussing animatedly when someone suddenly said, "That Bai Mei Jin Qinghan is really impressive; in just three hours, they have risen from over five hundred to two hundred seventy-two. At this rate, who knows how far they will climb in a few days."
"Indeed! This year's Inner Sect Disciples are exceptionally strong—Li Gang, Chu Yixuan, Zhao Shanyu—and that Jin Qinghan; which one of them is a weakling?"
"That's right! But I wonder where Wang Yi is. I've heard even Zhao Shanyu isn't his opponent; if he comes to challenge them, I can't imagine what it would be like."
Wang Yi was taken aback by these words. Although he knew that Jin Qinghan was powerful, who would have thought that in less than three months, the progress would be so significant? Looking up, he saw that Jin Qinghan was ranked two hundred seventy-two, Li Gang two hundred nineteen, Chu Yixuan two hundred one, Zhao Shanyu two hundred thirteen, and even Niu Meng was at two hundred ninety-seven.
After a moment of contemplation, Wang Yi's gaze fell on the fiftieth row, which contained the names of ten Inner Sect Disciples. According to the challenge rules, he could only challenge one of these ten individuals.
Zhao Kuang, Xiao Lin, Han Cheng...
Wang Yi pondered for a moment and focused on the name Xiao Lin.
"I'll choose you as my first opponent!" Wang Yi declared, taking down the Wooden Plaque with Xiao Lin's name and approaching Elder Yuan in the Azure Robe. He respectfully bowed and said, "I am Wang Yi, greetings Elder Yuan."
"Who do you wish to challenge?" Elder Yuan asked with an expressionless face.
Wang Yi respectfully handed the Wooden Plaque to Elder Yuan.
"Oh, Xiao Lin. Someone go call Xiao Lin to come and accept the challenge," Elder Yuan instructed a disciple with a wave of his hand.
The disciple bowed and left.
After a while, a Purple-Clad Disciple appeared before Wang Yi. He looked to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, of average build and appearance, with a Kaiyang Sword at his waist.
"Greetings, Elder Yuan," Xiao Lin bowed to Elder Yuan and then turned to Wang Yi, asking, "Are you the one challenging me?" However, he felt extremely displeased; this generation of Inner Sect Disciples was truly arrogant. Four of them had defeated hundreds of disciples along the way, causing many Inner Sect Disciples to lose face.
But when his spiritual sense swept over Wang Yi, Xiao Lin's expression changed drastically. Cold sweat broke out on his palms as he realized he couldn't see through the realm of the person before him. Did that mean this person was three realms higher than him? This was no ordinary new disciple; he was clearly a monster. This generation of disciples was truly terrifying.
Some disciples also noticed the fear on Xiao Lin's face and immediately began to discuss among themselves.
"Who is this person? His realm is so high; Xiao Lin is bound to lose."
"Yes, looking at this person, he seems unfamiliar; he must be a new disciple without a doubt."
"Sigh, this batch of disciples is truly terrifying. We, who have been in the Inner Sect for several years, are still struggling to climb up."
"Xiao Shixiong, please." Wang Yi said with a calm smile. Xiao Lin's strength was not strong; he was merely at the second level of the Earth Spirit Realm. Defeating him would be as easy as pie.
"Please." Hearing the discussions around him, Xiao Lin's face turned pale. Although he knew that Wang Yi was stronger than him, for the sake of his pride, he could only grit his teeth and agree.
The Martial Arts Plaza was incredibly spacious. Standing less than ten zhang away from the Ranking Jade Tablet were ten arenas, each about two meters high, with a uniform distance of ten meters between them.
Due to Xiao Lin's low strength and lack of fame, there were very few people watching their duel—countable on one hand.
"Please." Wang Yi gestured.
"Then... I won't hold back." Xiao Lin hesitated for a moment. Since he already knew that Wang Yi was far stronger than him, he decided to use all his strength from the start. He gathered Dantian Vital Energy into his fist and punched out, creating a gust of wind.
Wang Yi smiled calmly and stepped forward, directly appearing in front of Xiao Lin. The latter was taken aback and swung his fist fiercely. With a thud, both retreated simultaneously.
Xiao Lin was momentarily stunned; he didn't expect Wang Yi's strength to be limited to this. His confidence surged as he spun on his right foot and leaped into the air, delivering a powerful kick to Wang Yi's chest.
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