Started out getting scumbags, but then invested in the invincible Empress.

Chapter 273 is too classic! A classic among classics!

Unlike the crowd around him who were so excited their faces turned red.

"A warning bell, huh...that's interesting."

Li Wudao's eyes lit up, and he smacked his lips lightly: "Tsk tsk... this familiar taste, the feeling is back."

He crossed his arms and watched the scene of the crowd erupting in cheers, a bittersweet feeling washing over him.

"What's coming...? Cousin, what are you talking about?"

Although he spoke very softly, Li Nanzhi, who was next to him, still heard him and glanced at him in confusion.

"nothing......"

Li Wudao rubbed his nose, his eyes shining, and muttered, "No wonder he's a protagonist template; the plot he triggered... is too classic, a classic among classics."

"Dian...Dian within a Dian?"

Li Nanzhi had never heard of this term before and looked completely bewildered.

She wanted Li Wudao to give an explanation, but the boy was already immersed in his own world, talking to himself as if no one else was around.

"A prodigy girl has emerged out of nowhere, breaking records and igniting a frenzy among the audience..."

"In this atmosphere, a sudden 'clang' from an ancient bell or a celestial phenomenon would further enhance the protagonist's aura, making him even more impressive... That's just right."

He paused, a playful smile playing on his lips:

"If this pattern continues, the next step should be..."

"Yes, those 'shady' old monsters in the sect were startled by the bell and crawled out of their coffins..."

what?

Li Nanzhi was completely confused, feeling that her cousin's words and demeanor had the air of a "village fortune teller".

As if to confirm Li Wudao's "prophecy".

The words had barely left his mouth for three breaths.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Several terrifying auras, so powerful that they made the souls of all the disciples tremble, descended upon them!

The first thing to appear was a figure in purple and gold, wearing a seven-star crown, with a refined yet dignified appearance.

Murong Yan, the current sect leader of the Xuantian Sect.

Immediately afterwards, seven elderly men dressed in coarse linen clothes and with white hair and beards appeared silently in mid-air.

A quick glance at the group of elderly men revealed their withered figures and flat, emotionless auras, resembling the frail old men of the mortal world.

Yet no one present dared to ignore it; even Sect Master Murong Yan immediately stepped forward to pay his respects.

"I have met several eminent figures."

Indeed, these are elderly men who look unremarkable, some even with one foot already in their coffins.

In reality, they were the successive peak masters of the Xuantian Sect in previous generations.

They are also among the most senior and powerful elders in the sect, all over five hundred years old, and are one of the representatives of the sect's foundation.

........

"Meet the sect master!"

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

Starting with the peak masters, everyone from the elders down to the disciples bowed in turn.

The solemn sound was like a tsunami, resounding through the sky.

"..."

Li Nanzhi's mouth opened slightly, and she was somewhat stunned.

She turned her head stiffly to look at the composed Li Wudao, stammering, "Cousin...cousin, how did you know...?"

"Basically, don't do it six times."

Li Wudao casually shrugged and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, when Xiao Jiang comes out, these big shots will surround him, exclaiming in astonishment, saying things like, 'This kid is terrifyingly powerful; he must not be allowed to live.'..."

"Oh no, it should be something like 'This woman is exceptionally talented, a true blessing to our sect,' and then proceed with the process of recruiting her."

"Who knows, they might even end up fighting over something..."

Li Nanzhi: "..."

She looked at Li Wudao with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Looking again at those powerful and imposing figures in the air, he still felt it was impossible.

No matter what, they are giants of the sect. How could they possibly disregard their reputation and do such a rude thing in public just to compete for a disciple?

"Kid, I never knew you had the potential to be a 'charlatan'."

The green-haired turtle grinned and sneered, "If you don't like it, you should give up martial arts and switch to the art of divination. That field needs someone like you."

"What kind of charlatan are you? You don't know anything. This is called a general conclusion drawn from understanding the laws of the world."

Li Wudao was annoyed.

........

Inside the twenty-first floor of the Illusionary Demon Tower.

Jiang Churan's white clothes were stained with several bloodstains, and her breathing was slightly disordered.

Before her stood a puppet three zhang tall, its entire body cast from dark gold metal.

The puppet's eyes flashed red light, and its body exuded a powerful aura that surpassed even a Martial King at the peak of his cultivation.

Half-step Martial Venerable!

"Roar!"

The puppet unleashed a punch, the force of which tore through the air, creating a piercing sonic boom.

Jiang Churan's eyes narrowed.

Her figure drifted away like a wisp of smoke, her hands forming a hand seal, and a phantom of a blue phoenix cried out behind her as a beam of condensed blue light shot out.

boom--!

The beam of light collided with the fist, unleashing a dazzling burst of light.

Jiang Churan groaned and took seven steps back, a metallic taste rising in her throat.

"A half-step Martial Venerable, indeed, is beyond my current ability to defeat..."

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes grew even sharper.

The memories of Empress Qingyao surged in her mind, and countless combat experiences turned into instinct.

Instead of directly confronting the puppet, she used her exquisite movements and combat awareness to outmaneuver it.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths, thirty breaths...

Finally, at the fifty-seventh breath, she was defeated due to exhaustion of her spiritual power.

"With my current strength, I should be invincible within the Martial King Realm. Even compared to the most dazzling imperial sons and divine sons of the Three Thousand Provinces, I would not be much inferior."

Although she lost, she was not discouraged, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

At this rate of cultivation, she is confident that she will break the record set by the founder of the Xuantian Sect and obtain the inheritance within a year.

Outside the tower.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

Finally, the barrier around the tower gate rippled, and a slightly unsteady figure in pure white slowly walked out.

In an instant, everything was silent.

Jiang Churan's white clothes were stained with blood and torn in many places. Her black hair was slightly messy, and her flawless face was pale.

She was weak and listless, clearly having expended a great deal of energy during this tower-climbing adventure.

Even though she was injured, her slender figure remained upright, her eyes radiating confidence and composure, and her steps firm, like an unyielding bamboo in the wind and snow.

After a brief silence, there was a thunderous roar of cheers!

"It's Senior Sister Jiang!"

"Junior Sister Jiang, I love you! I want to have your babies!"

"Bullshit, Junior Sister Jiang is mine..."

"........"

The disciples wailed and howled, extremely excited.

Screams, declarations of love, and all sorts of other noises filled the square, instantly drowning it out.

Jiang Churan frowned slightly at this sight.

She disliked the scene and ignored it completely.

Noticing Murong Yan's arrival, she stepped forward slowly and bowed respectfully, saying, "Master."

"No need for formalities, not bad at all..."

Murong Yan quickly lifted his arm, his usually stern face now showing obvious excitement and relief:

"Chu Ran, you've really given your teacher a huge surprise this time!"

"This sect leader has waited for this day for so long... so very long..."

He let out a long breath, his eyes slightly red.

No one understood the current predicament of the Xuantian Sect better than him.

Despite its appearance as a first-rate sect, it is actually declining and lacking capable successors...

Although those rumors from the outside world are unpleasant to hear, most of them are undeniable facts.

As the leader of a sect, he was under immense pressure and constantly thought about leading his sect out of its current predicament and restoring its former glory.

Today, Jiang Churan's challenge of the tower is like a ray of dawn tearing through the gloom!

Ranked third on the Xuan Tian List, the warning bell tolls on its own...

All of this indicates that the sect's fortune has not run out and it is about to emerge from its slump and usher in a brand new golden age!

At this moment, the several Supreme Elders arrived together.

Their eyes gleamed with astonishment as they looked at Jiang Churan as if she were a priceless treasure.

"Not bad, not bad. At such a young age, your cultivation has reached the late stage of Martial King, which is much stronger than I was back then."

"Haha! After so many years, my Xuantian Sect has finally produced a genius!"

"Now, I'd like to see which coward dares to say that the fate of my Xuantian Sect is sealed!"

"......"

Seeing the elders so enthusiastic, Murong Yan sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but step in front of them, saying warily:

"Esteemed elders, let me make this clear first: Chu Ran is already my disciple. You cannot pursue her further..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed aside by a white-haired, youthful-looking elder who waved his hand impatiently, saying:

"Alright, alright, we know you're your apprentice! Kid, you stay to the side for now! Don't disturb our conversation with the little girl."

"......"

Murong Yan stood alone on the outskirts of the crowd, his hair and his mood disheveled in the wind.