eurekapd Chapter 278 Where are his limits?
Chapter 278 Where are his limits?
In front of the Illusionary Demon Tower.
After Li Wudao's figure disappeared into the tower gate, the barrier rippled slightly before settling down.
Soon, the bluish-gray patterns on the bottom layer of the tower suddenly lit up.
"here we go……"
Someone murmured softly, the sound particularly clear in the silence.
"Godfather, keep it up!"
Wang Zhao's clenched fists turned white at the knuckles.
"Brother Li, you can definitely do it."
Akiko held her breath.
"Cousin..."
Li Nanzhi subconsciously bit her lower lip, her eyes reflecting the faint light of the tower.
The green-haired turtle, seemingly oblivious to everything, lay listlessly on the ground, its gaze occasionally drifting towards the tower.
Jiang Churan stood at the front of the crowd, her clothes fluttering in the wind.
Her expression remained calm and composed as she gazed at the tower, her fingertips unconsciously clenching slightly within her sleeve.
She was completely focused when she was climbing the tower, but now, as an observer, I feel a strange tension.
Not far away, Murong Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
He appeared calm, but his brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, his gaze fixed on the light patterns illuminating the tower's levels.
"What's wrong, young Murong? Are you worried about that boy?"
Suddenly, an old but powerful voice rang out beside him.
Murong Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look.
Nangong Cheng had quietly appeared beside him without him noticing.
This most senior elder of the sect was dressed in a simple gray cloth robe today. His hair and beard were as white as snow, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, and his eyes were unfathomable.
She was looking at him with an inquisitive expression.
"Grandmaster Uncle," Murong Yan quickly bowed and said with a wry smile, "I am indeed a little worried."
Nangong Cheng stroked his long, snow-white beard, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:
"This is unlike you. You've always been dignified and authoritative, strict with your disciples but never biased. When have you ever cared so much for a new disciple?"
He paused, then turned his gaze to the Illusionary Demon Tower. "Could it be... that little guy has something unusual about him?"
Murong Yan remained silent for two breaths.
A mountain breeze swept across the square, swirling up a few fallen leaves.
He finally lowered his voice and said, word by word, "I still can't hide it from my grandmaster. In fact... Li Wudao's talent is probably no weaker than Jiang Churan's."
"Oh?"
Nangong Cheng's eyebrows shot up sharply, and a chilling light suddenly flashed in his cloudy old eyes. "Is this really true?!"
If that's really the case, then the Xuantian Sect's fortunes are far from over.
This is a blazing twin star, illuminating the eastern wilderness!
"It's true."
Murong Yan took a deep breath, looked at the ancient and magnificent tower, and smiled faintly:
"Just you wait and see, Uncle-Master. If nothing unexpected happens, he should give us all... a huge surprise."
Even so, he still had a weight on his mind.
While it's true that the Holy Body has the highest potential and unparalleled combat power among its peers, its cultivation speed may not be so fast.
It's important to know that the ranking on the Xuan Tian Ranking is based on a comprehensive assessment of four factors: age, cultivation level, number of levels cleared, and time taken.
Li Wudao is only seventeen years old and his cultivation level has only recently reached the Martial King realm. Even if he can pass through higher levels, if it takes too long, his ranking will not be very high.
"Good! Good!"
Nangong Cheng, however, was in a great mood and laughed heartily.
His wrinkles smoothed out, making him look ten years younger: "If that's really the case, then my Xuantian Sect will surely prosper! This old man will open his eyes wide today and see this surprise for himself!"
"Om-"
At that moment, a barely perceptible ripple came from mid-air, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.
A figure quietly appeared, standing with his hands behind his back on the clouds.
The newcomer was dressed in a faded blue robe, was thin, and had an ordinary face—the kind of person you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd.
He had a worn-out gourd hanging from his waist, and he looked like a down-on-his-luck old farmer wandering around in the countryside.
But his eyes were unfathomable.
It seemed to contain an ancient, icy pool; when my gaze swept over it, even the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The moment he appeared, the hearts of all the disciples and elders inexplicably skipped a beat.
"Chief Xia!"
"It's that guy from Misty Peak..."
Low gasps of surprise spread like ripples through the crowd.
Sensing the presence of danger, Nangong Cheng's old face changed slightly.
Upon recognizing the person, he immediately relaxed, went to greet him, and stood side by side with Xia Gucheng.
"Oh, what a rare guest!"
A teasing smile played on his lips. "Old Xia, you're not one to watch the show, so why did you finally decide to come out of your shabby bamboo hut today?"
Xia Gucheng didn't even glance at him, his gaze fixed on the Illusionary Demon Tower, and said indifferently, "Just came out for some fresh air. And to see my disciple's tower challenge."
"Your disciple?" Nangong Cheng was stunned, his eyes widening. "That little fellow is...your disciple?!"
"What, no?"
"I've asked you this several times, and you've always said you'd never take on a disciple in this lifetime, saying it's 'troublesome' and 'a burden'! Why are you making an exception this time?"
"I'd be happy to."
Xia Gucheng finally glanced at him, his calm gaze leaving Nangong Cheng speechless. "Do you have a problem?"
"..."
Nangong Cheng choked on his words, his white beard twitching slightly. He sullenly flicked his sleeve and said, "Fine, you're amazing."
"this......"
The elders and disciples in the square were deeply shaken.
The two were bickering, and Murong Yan, the sect leader, couldn't get a word in edgewise.
He could only stand there, his expression subtle.
Normally, the head of a peak is subordinate to the sect leader.
But right now, the sect leader, Murong Yan, seemed rather reserved in front of Xia Gucheng.
What is most surprising and unexpected is...
Xia Shouzu actually stood side by side with the sect's most senior ancestor, Nangong Laozu, and looked very casual and natural, as if they were equals!
"There were rumors before that Chief Xia was personally invited to join the sect by Ancestor Nangong..."
"More than that! Judging from their demeanor, the two are quite close!"
Countless gazes swept over Xia Gucheng, a mixture of awe, curiosity, and speculation.
The image of this old man, who had lived in seclusion on Misty Peak for many years and whose whereabouts were elusive, suddenly became mysterious and unpredictable.
Some of the more astute elders exchanged glances, secretly deciding that they needed to be more cautious with Misty Peak in the future and absolutely could not offend it.
Otherwise, it would be bad if we disturbed Patriarch Nangong.
........
Nangong Cheng cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence: "Old Xia, since he's your apprentice, how many levels do you think he can clear?"
Xia Gucheng remained silent for a moment.
A mountain breeze ruffled his faded blue robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the tower. A complex light flickered in his eyes, and finally, he slowly shook his head.
"Can't see through."
Three words moved Nangong Cheng deeply.
"Even you can't see through it?"
He murmured, his gaze toward the Illusionary Demon Tower growing even more serious.
Xia Gucheng offered no explanation, but his heart was far from at peace.
Before he arrived, he had already received a message from Rahu.
His cheap apprentice, who had just entered the Martial King realm, fought against Cheng Yuanliang, who had briefly entered the Martial Venerable realm through a secret technique.
Although they were at a disadvantage, they were not defeated. Their fighting strength was so great that even Rahu was amazed and felt inferior to them.
Such a record would be top-tier even among the hidden successors of the Holy Land, and they might even be qualified to aspire to the supreme throne.
It should be noted that the vast Eastern Wilderness has not produced a single Great Emperor for tens of thousands of years.
So here he is.
He wanted to see for himself where his cheap apprentice's limits lay.
……