Chapter 63

"Jiang brothers are truly formidable. To force me to use the power of the Ten Thousand Gold Body, your combat strength is at least in the top six among these geniuses."

Jin Lin reined in his aura, walked over, and put his arm around Jiang Anping's shoulder, saying with great admiration.

Jiang Anping smiled bitterly, suspecting that the other party was showing off, but he had no evidence.

Jin Lin patted his shoulder, "Don't look like that. Talent is something given by the family. The Tyrant Body and the Holy Body are even more monstrous. With your perseverance, if you had my talent, you would definitely be even stronger."

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Jin. It's getting late, I'll go back to practice. We'll compete again next time."

Jiang Anping had just obtained the second and third levels of the 'Wuji Fist' and the 'Thunder Flash.'

Once he learned these techniques, he might have the ability to fight Jin Lin.

"See you later." Jin Lin said goodbye warmly.

The two parted ways.

Jiang Anping returned to his room.

As soon as he entered, he saw Xia Qing sitting in her room, quietly writing a memorial at the table.

Jiang Anping's eyes flickered, and he bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, have you found the murderer from Lingtai Kingdom?"

"Did you think you were so clever that no one could find out?"

Xia Qing put down the memorial.

Jiang Anping said in confusion, "Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

Xia Qing released a terrifying aura.

Jiang Anping felt his breathing become difficult, his face turning red.

Xia Qing stared at him coldly, "Do you think that just because Piaomiao Sect can't find you, you can be at ease?"

"You should know that strong people don't need evidence to kill; they only need a suspicion."

"If Piaomiao Sect wants to kill you, how will you resist? Piaomiao Sect may not send a powerful expert, but they have geniuses far superior to you, who can crush you with a single move!"

Just as Jiang Anping was about to suffocate, Xia Qing reined in her aura.

"In five days, the people from Piaomiao Sect will come, and you'll know what it means to be the weak prey of the strong."

Xia Qing picked up the memorial and turned to leave.

This young man would soon know what cruelty meant.

Jiang Anping collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, fear spreading in his heart.

He had indeed been overconfident, thinking that since the other party couldn't find him, he could be complacent.

Perhaps, as Xia Qing said, the strong don't need the truth; they only need a suspicion.

What he could do now was only one thing: become stronger.

He closed the door, activated the barrier, sat on the practice platform, and carefully studied the 'Thunder Flash' in his mind.

This was a lightning attribute movement technique.

The cultivation method was not difficult; it involved constructing special lightning patterns in the dantian.

The more lightning patterns constructed in the body, the faster the speed when activated, similar to activating runes.

Other cultivation techniques were also similar, involving constructing certain spiritual energy circulation routes in the body, which could be activated during battles.

Runes and many cultivation techniques had the same principle: constructing special rule runes to communicate with the rules of heaven and earth, and utilizing these rules.

What puzzled Jiang Anping was that, whether using blood qi or spiritual energy, the lightning patterns could be constructed.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange technique. Was it a physical cultivation technique or a spiritual cultivation technique?

Unable to figure out the reason, Jiang Anping didn't think more about it and began trying to control his blood qi to construct the patterns in his body.

As he started constructing the runes, currents spread through his body, as if he had been struck by lightning, making his body tingle.

As the number of constructed runes increased, the lightning attribute power became stronger.

"Bang!"

A thunderclap sounded inside Jiang Anping's body, his hair exploded, his body turned black, and white smoke rose from his mouth.

Jiang Anping retracted his previous thoughts; constructing the lightning patterns was not easy.

The patterns looked simple, but they could form the power of lightning, and any mistake could cause an explosion.

Even with his terrifying physique, he felt pain, and this was just the lowest-level lightning pattern. The higher-level patterns would be even more terrifying.

Jiang Anping paused his cultivation, took out paper and pen, and carefully observed the lightning patterns in his mind, drawing them on the paper.

"Bang!"

Before he could draw many patterns on the paper, it couldn't withstand the lightning power and exploded.

Jiang Anping continued to observe and study.

The next morning, fifteen... no, thirteen geniuses, as instructed by Xia Qing, arrived early at the back mountain.

Meng Jing had returned home, and Ma Wei had died, leaving only thirteen.

From today, they would be guided in cultivation for two months, after which they would go to the City of the Nether King to participate in the official competition.

Xia Qing wore a black long robe today, with a phoenix hairpin, looking noble and elegant, rivaling the moon and the sun.

Behind her were many powerful cultivators, eight of them, all at the Yuan Ying stage.

All the geniuses could clearly feel that Xia Qing's mood was bad today, and she had a cold expression.

She looked around the remaining geniuses and said coldly, "Lingtai Kingdom is extremely despicable. To curb the Hundred Prefectures Competition, they attacked two of our geniuses."

"You have heard that Ma Wei died from poisoning. For your safety, experts will protect you before you go to the City of the Nether King."

"Meanwhile, these experts will also be your teachers, hoping that you will make progress in these two months."

"Now, those whose names are called, follow your teachers."

A muscular man stepped forward, his terrifying aura making everyone feel suffocated.

He was a powerful physical cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage, his body as hot as a volcano about to erupt.

"Jin Lin, Feng Yuchen."

The two geniuses whose names were called stepped forward and followed the physical cultivator.

The other geniuses were a bit puzzled. Logically, Jiang Anping's physique was also strong, so why wasn't he called?

Another expert stepped forward, "Zhang Lingmin, Yan Hai."

Two more geniuses were called.

One by one, the geniuses were called by the experts and taken to practice.

These experts had overlapping cultivation techniques or cultivation ideas with the geniuses, providing guidance.

Finally, only Jiang Anping and the Divine Phoenix Body remained.

"Yun Huang, you will practice with me." Xia Qing said to the girl with the Divine Phoenix Body.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Yun Huang walked to Xia Qing's side and followed her away.

Jiang Anping stood there, stunned. Where was his teacher?

Why was he left alone?

Was it because of his assassination of Ma Wei that Xia Qing was angry?

"You will practice with me."

A familiar yet unfamiliar old voice sounded.

Jiang Anping turned around and saw an old man leading a horse.

It was the old man he had met in the stable, hunched over, with white hair, covered in dust, and even horse manure at his feet, with straw hanging from his body.

The old man was leading a horse, as if taking it for a walk.

Jiang Anping was slightly stunned.

The other geniuses also noticed this and their expressions changed.

"I've seen this old man in the stable. He seems to be a horse feeder. Is he Jiang Anping's teacher?"

"Why let a horse feeder teach Jiang Anping?"

"This old man must not be simple, right?"

Feng Yuchen, dressed in a brocade robe and with his arms crossed, said with a look of having figured out the truth: "I said Jiang Anping is no good. He doesn't have the second level of the Tyrant Body Technique, so he's just a waste. They just found a random horse feeder to teach him."

"Slap~"

As soon as Feng Yuchen finished speaking, he was slapped to the ground by the muscular Yuan Ying physical cultivator, causing a cloud of dust to rise.

Feng Yuchen lost his arrogance, looking confused. Why did the teacher hit him?

The muscular Yuan Ying physical cultivator said coldly to Feng Yuchen, "You brat, show some respect! That is the former governor of Heifeng Prefecture! Can you insult him?"

His voice was loud, and the surrounding geniuses, with their high cultivation, all heard what he said.

Upon learning the old man's identity, all the geniuses widened their eyes.

"This old... senior is actually the former governor of Heifeng Prefecture!"

"He is the one who single-handedly blocked the Lingtai Kingdom's sneak attack! Without him, our Great Xia would have lost a large amount of land!"

"Rumors said he had sacrificed, but it turns out the news was false!"

The geniuses looked at the old man with reverence.

The former governor of Heifeng Prefecture, Wang Ren, was a renowned strong person in Great Xia.

When Lingtai Kingdom launched a sneak attack, he single-handedly blocked it, buying enough time for Great Xia.

Without him, Great Xia would have lost a large amount of territory.

Rumors said he had faced three Transforming Spirit experts and killed one, driving away the other two.

Because of his fierce battle, there were rumors that he had sacrificed.

It turned out he was still alive.