Chapter 40

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Exceeding one-tenth, two-tenths, three-tenths...

Yan Yan felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

The flame touched Yang Dingtian's palm, but it wasn't hot at all. It felt very mysterious, as if the flame had a life of its own.

Suddenly, the flame shot up!

"Goodness..." Yan Yan immediately let out a cry of surprise, staring at everything in disbelief.

After the flame touched Yang Dingtian's palm, it instantly became extremely fierce and sharp, rapidly growing longer and thicker, transforming into a blue flame sword. It pierced through the entire body of water, aiming straight for Yang Dingtian's forehead. The flame sword was nearly a meter long, while the body of water was only a foot square.

A flame sword over a meter long!

Yang Dingtian cried out in surprise, and Yan Yan quickly rushed to his aid. But just as the flame sword touched Yang Dingtian's forehead, it swiftly retracted, becoming gentle again, and the flame in the water gradually diminished.

"Yan Yan, what level of mystic vein do I have?" Yang Dingtian looked at the flame in surprise.

Yan Yan stared blankly at everything for a long time before shaking her head. "I don't know. I don't know what level this should be. The flame directly burst out of the water; I've never seen or heard of anything like it."

"But now I finally understand why my father and Uncle Dongfang held you in such high regard and placed all their hopes on you." Yan Yan's gaze was slightly complicated as she looked at Yang Dingtian. "In the future, you must never undergo a mystic vein test in front of anyone, anywhere."

At that moment, footsteps were heard from outside, and someone walked through the energy gate.

Yang Dingtian quickly pulled his hands out of the water, and the flame quickly returned to its original state, burning quietly in the water.

"Don't block me, I've already seen." A girl in purple and red walked in, looking Yang Dingtian up and down. "You are the husband of our Ximen Princess?"

"Tsk tsk..." The girl shook her head and said to Yan Yan, "Cousin, your taste is really not good. This man isn't just unattractive, but his talent is also very mediocre, only third-grade. Just a third-grade mystic vein."

"To think you chose such a third-grade mystic vein as your husband, and you actually want him to become a Sixth Star Xuan Warrior in fifteen days, and defeat all the experts of Yunxiao City in a year and a half, and become the new City Lord. What a ridiculous idea." The girl in purple and red laughed. "The two boys by my side are my new students, just like your husband, they have just passed the启蒙期 (启蒙期 means启蒙 period, which is the initial stage of cultivation) and come to the first floor to choose a secret manual. But they are only in their teens, while your husband is already twenty."

"Ximen Yan Yan, weren't you incredibly proud before the age of fifteen, saying that only a top-tier Martial Saint could be your man? How can you now accept such a waste, and you really accept anyone?" The girl continued to speak harshly.

This girl was also very beautiful, tall, and had long legs. She had a delicate oval face, but her lips were slightly thin. Although she used lip gloss to cover it, it was still noticeable when she spoke, which prevented her from being a top-tier beauty.

Yan Yan's beautiful eyes turned cold. "Tang Xin, you change your face so quickly. I remember that half a year ago, you were still flattering me, and even when I threw away the gifts you gave me, you still smiled and flattered me."

"So what?" The girl named Tang Xin said. "Now your father is gone, and you are no longer the princess of Yunxiao City. The top-grade mystic vein left you four years ago. Now you only have your fox-like face, your large breasts, and your big butt."

Yan Yan was instantly so angry that she couldn't speak.

"In a year and a half, you will shamefully remarry to the young master of the Qin family. You might not even be a lady, but only a lowly concubine." Tang Xin laughed. "By the way, I forgot to tell you, Ximen Ju, who was once madly in love with you, has already proposed to my father."

Yan Yan was slightly taken aback. Ximen Ju's infatuation with her had indeed reached a crazy level, to the point where he hadn't married even in his thirties.

"My Ximen Ju brother is truly worlds apart from your husband." Tang Xin looked at Yan Yan. "Cousin, I really feel sorry for you. You were so arrogant before, but after your father died, you have nothing left. Now you have come to this end, it's just karma..."

Hearing the other party mention her father in a harsh tone again, Yan Yan's beautiful eyes flared with anger, and she grabbed the weapon at her waist, ready to kill the woman in front of her. But she held back, though she was previously spoiled and fierce, she was also innocent and romantic, and didn't know how to argue, especially not with the sharp-tongued Tang Xin, so she was instantly so angry that she trembled all over.

Yang Dingtian held Yan Yan's cold wrist and walked in front of her and Tang Xin, looking the other girl up and down.

Tang Xin proudly raised her head, allowing Yang Dingtian to look. She was a great beauty and had the right to be proud.

"Wow, you really look good, and you're tall, especially your legs, which are unusually long." Yang Dingtian praised. "Ximen Ju is a young and handsome man, indeed a good match."

Tang Xin's face showed a hint of pride at Yang Dingtian's praise. "Cousin, Ximen Ju's infatuation with you was all fake. He truly loves me, and now that your father is gone, he has immediately turned to me. Even if you are jealous to the point of spitting blood, it won't do any good."

Yang Dingtian ignored her, his gaze falling on Tang Xin's chest. "Your chest is also firm, and your butt is also perky, your figure is very good..."

Instantly, Yan Yan's face turned very ugly, and she glared at Yang Dingtian fiercely.

Yang Dingtian continued with a cold laugh. "But unfortunately, your chest is fake, padded, and your butt is not round or perky, also padded. I'm really worried that Ximen Ju will return you on your wedding night."

"Of course, the most fatal is your mouth, thin and wide, a woman's lower body matches her mouth... Ah..." Yang Dingtian didn't finish before he let out a cry of pain, as Yan Yan pinched his waist hard.

Yang Dingtian endured the pain, squinting his eyes. "Looking at Yan Yan, there is not a single flaw on her. Even when she is angry, she is ten thousand times more charming than when you are coquettish, ah..."

Yang Dingtian let out another cry of pain, as Yan Yan was now pinching him with both hands.

"Don't think that just because the Ximen City Lord had an incident, you can become a princess. Don't dream. Yunxiao City has only one princess, and that is Yan Yan. Don't be so eager to take revenge on your previous flattery. People should know their limits! The first person who will want to kill you is not someone else, but your Ximen Ju brother."

Tang Xin's face was already distorted with anger, as Yang Dingtian's words hit all her sore spots. She had been trying to hide these flaws, but Yang Dingtian saw them all and exaggerated them infinitely.

"I'll kill you..." Tang Xin, trembling with anger, suddenly drew her long sword and lunged at Yang Dingtian.

"Enough..." Suddenly, a voice from outside interrupted, it was Ximen Ju's voice.

Tang Xin froze as if she had been petrified.

Ximen Ju did not come in but said from outside, "Tang Xin, go do what you should do."

"Yes!" Tang Xin's face was full of fear, afraid that Ximen Ju had heard Yang Dingtian's comments about her. A cold snort from Ximen Ju made her shudder, showing how much she loved him.

After hearing Ximen Ju's words, she immediately led her two students into a fifth-grade martial technique room, closing the door carefully.

Ximen Ju still did not come in, but said coldly, "Only clowns show off their tongues. Did you come to Yunxiao City to be such a clown?"

He didn't even call Yang Dingtian by name, showing his extreme disdain and disregard.

Yang Dingtian smiled and said, "A man must always protect his woman. I am too weak to fight your woman, so I can only use my mouth to fight. I apologize for that."

"I hope that in half a month, you can defeat your opponent with strength." Ximen Ju said coldly, then walked away, leaving no trace.

Yan Yan tilted her head, looking at Yang Dingtian with a strange gaze. "You seem to know a lot about women's bodies. Can you see through clothes?"

Yang Dingtian rubbed his waist hard. "If I haven't eaten pork, I've at least seen pigs run."

Yan Yan added, "And what did you mean by saying I'm just a pretty face?"

"Yan Yan, you're being too sensitive. You're already so beautiful, what more do you want?" Yang Dingtian said.

Then Yang Dingtian sighed lightly. "But I swear, I will never use my mouth to fight others again, and I will never use my mouth to protect you."

Yan Yan glared at Yang Dingtian fiercely. "You know it's right, and besides, Tang Xin is also a pitiful woman."

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Now it's time to choose a secret manual. What level of mystic vein you have determines what level of secret manual you should learn.

In front of them, there were ten secret manual rooms, from first-grade to ninth-grade, and one ungraded room.

"Yan Yan, which room should I go into? What level of secret manual should I learn?" Yang Dingtian asked.

Ximen Yan Yan said, "Come, follow me."

Yan Yan led Yang Dingtian and pushed open the door of a secret manual room. But it was an eighth-grade secret manual room, not a ninth-grade one.

Yang Dingtian was slightly taken aback but followed her in.

In the eighth-grade martial technique room, which was several hundred square meters, there were only three bookshelves. The first bookshelf had five scrolls, the second had three, and the third had only one.

In total, there were only nine secret manuals.

"Why are there so few secret manuals?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"The higher the grade, the fewer the secret manuals." Yan Yan explained. "In the first-grade martial technique room, there are thousands of secret manuals. In the seventh-grade martial technique room, there are only eighty. In the eighth-grade martial technique room, there are only nine scrolls. Although I don't know how talented you are, it should be quite high, so the martial technique you should learn should be chosen from these eight scrolls."

"Remember, once you choose a secret manual, you can never change it. A martial artist can only learn one martial technique in their lifetime, from first stage to ninth stage. So, you must choose very carefully, as it will completely determine your future achievements." Yan Yan said solemnly. "I will introduce each secret manual, and you must make your choice."