Repugnant Gateway - Chapter 151

What could be better than doing what you're supposed to do sneakily in public?

There should be.

While he was thinking about how to write from Li Changlu, An Chengli came over to give him a pen on behalf of the King of Swallow, and a piece of paper to tell him that whatever he did in this essay, he would get full marks for everything he wrote.

Old Huo said that the destiny of the peaceful struggles was extremely strange. Sometimes, the luck that came with it would be inexplicable.

Old Huo had always been worried that such luck would lead to some bad results, but now, didn't the bad results always come?

Li Changlu

An Zhan looked at An Chengli's back and couldn't help but laugh.

The country gave me a fair chance to take revenge for my personal grudges.

It was as if a person was very hungry and casually walking into a luxurious restaurant while calculating what he should eat.

The owner of the restaurant ran over and stuffed a card into his hand without any explanation … It was a Supreme Card. As long as you came, you would be free to eat and drink for the rest of your life.

The following days were especially quiet. No one seemed to pay attention to the inexplicable competition between An Zeng and Ding Wanqiu.

However, this matter had unquestionably already spread throughout the entire Fang Beng City, and several large sects and academies had already begun to have their own thoughts.

Comparatively speaking, the Martial Academies had no advantage over the Grand Cauldron Academy and the Supreme Dao Court.

The geniuses of both the Great Cauldron Academy and the Supreme Dao Court were going out one after another, such as Su Feihun, Tang Fangniu, and Li Thirteen.

Like Xiuxiu Feng, Ding Wanqiu, Han Ruo.

On the other hand, Nie Qing was the only one who'd appeared in the past four years. Now, there was finally someone who could help the academy raise its spirits. Even if the Dean of the academy didn't like arguing, he had no choice but to pay more attention.

Actually, on the same night after the fight between An Zaiyue and Ding Wanqiu, Yan Ji and Chang Huan were discussing whether or not there was a way to send An Zaihe into the battle of Fang Yuan and Diao Kui.

Although Nie Qing had ascended three floors, had some admirable Gold rank cultivation techniques on the third floor, and also a purple-rank cultivation technique that made people kneel down in worship, Nie Qing was still only a single person.

Chang Huan's attitude was particularly opposed to this.

Chang Huan felt that instead of putting in all of his effort into bringing An Zaizhan into the battle, allowing An Zhe to fight against a true genius like Su Feifeng, he might as well give him four years of growth.

Four years later, even the Grand Cauldron Academy and the Supreme Dao Palace would still produce many talented individuals.

For the time being, he had no interest in these things.

He didn't have that much of a reputation and status. It wasn't that he had no desire, of course, because he had reached heights that others might never have been able to reach.

In fact, could the achievements of those who were regarded as the chosen sons of heaven be compared to those who had once achieved the achievements of An Zhe in the future?

All that Anshou needed to do now was to find the answer from Li Changlu.

On the fifth day after An Chengli's arrival, An Zhe felt that he could leave the house. He and Du sauntered around with Little Seven.

Auntie Ye was still in the healing phase, so Qu Liuxi and Gu Qianye didn't follow.

Skinny Du suddenly thought of a question, ""An Zeng, there are different levels of cultivation, but do you know it yourself?""

""What do you mean?""

""Think about it, when our cultivation reaches a certain level, we will naturally rise to a higher realm. We don't seem to know why.""

An Zhan smiled, ""This question of yours is the same as who I am and why I am still alive. It is an eternal problem.""

To put it simply, the human body itself is constructed in such a way that you can think of it as a straight corridor, but there are countless doors in this corridor.

Your progress is like opening a door.

""When you are one year old, you can open the door. When you are two years old, you can open the door to two years old … In comparison, you can open the door to the Ascending Realm and the Sumeru Realm to the Ascending Realm.""

""That's why the door doesn't open on its own.""

""But what are you doing in pursuit of autonomy?""

""It's nothing. I just can't control myself.""

He asked, ""I don't know what kind of power it is for a true great cultivator to take action.""

An Xuan continued, ""That day in Heavenly Temple, when the people of You Country assassinated the Yan Wang and the empress dowager, I saw … when that stone essence spirit came out, I thought the Yan Emperor and empress dowager would die for sure.""

Fortunately, it was only a stone essence spirit that was eager to be born. If he cultivated for another thousand years, he would be invincible.

""Even though he's a thousand years earlier, and his body is not in a good condition, and his intelligence is not yet full, he is still so powerful that it is suffocating.""

Skinny Du asked, ""Didn't they say that an old reverend had captured the stone essence spirit?""

An Xuan nodded. ""That's just a way of speaking to the common people. In fact, it's the Empyrean Terminus Palace's grand formation transforming into a human form.""

It was said that a lesser celestial expert had appeared in the Yan Kingdom, but he had already passed away a hundred years ago.

He expected that the formation was created by that lesser celestial expert before he died to seal his own cultivation.

However, this sort of formation would cause damage once.

""Even if it doesn't open, with the passage of time, the power that is sealed within the formation will gradually decrease.""

""It's a pity that I wasn't there that day. I really want to see the glory of those extreme cultivators.""

An Xuan said, ""Not really. In fact, that stone essence spirit was very powerful. It was only restricted by the blood curse cast by the people of You Country.""

""If he were to continue unscrupulously, the Empyrean Terminus Palace's grand formation might not be able to suppress him.""

""What about the stone essence?""

An Zeng thought back to the red light he saw before he fainted and felt that it was somewhat familiar.

""I don't know. I feel like it was stolen from the Empyrean Terminus Palace's array. However, the news that came out from the Empyrean Terminus Palace was that the stone essence spirit escaped.""

""If no one has control over that thing then I don't know what kind of disaster it will cause.""

Anjou shook his head.

Xiao Qidao listened quietly at the side, then pulled on An Xin's competing sleeves and pointed at the candied fruits seller not far away.

An Zhan smiled and walked over to buy three skewers.

Two grown men and a young man were wandering the streets, nibbling candied gourds.

At the same time, on the second floor of the academy.

Ding Shengxia was searching for something like a madman. With his qualifications, he could only climb up to the second floor, although he could participate in the Qualifying Competition based on his strength.

However, he had given up on his years of accumulation in the Grand Cauldron Academy and would only be a freshman once he entered the academy.

No matter how strong or how talented you are, according to the rules of the academy, you can at most enter the second floor of the academy.

Furthermore, he was not allowed to stay for more than two hours, and he was not allowed to bring his cultivation technique out of the library.

""There must be!""

Ding Shengxia's eyes were red like a hungry beast.

He had already looked through all the cultivation techniques in the Ding Clan. He knew that those cultivation techniques were of no use to the An clan.

Last night, he forced his father, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Ding Yi, to go to the Supreme Court to ask for more medicinal pills. In his anxiety, Ding Mai told him that the medicinal pills were not bought at all, but rather that his brother, Ding Wanqiu, was rewarded to him at the Supreme Court.

Not only did Ding Shengxia not feel grateful, but instead, it felt like he had been deceived. Everyone was humiliating him.

""I want to go up to the third floor!""

Standing in the middle of a pile of books, Ding Shengxia suddenly raised her head to look at the stairs and then rushed over with big strides.

A young woman who was sitting on a chair at the corner of the stairs and reading a book looked up at him indifferently. She then lowered her head and continued reading, ""You are not qualified to go up to the third floor.""

Ding Shengxia bellowed, ""I'm coming!""

He stepped forward and was about to ascend the stairs.

The young woman didn't raise her eyes as she raised her left hand. Her thumb, middle finger, and index finger moved a few times as she mouthed a single word, ""Binding!""

Weng!

Ding Shengxia felt like a thunderclap had sounded in his mind, causing his mind to go blank for a moment.

His vision went black, and his body instantly lost its freedom.

It was as if dozens of bells were ringing in his mind at the same time, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. However, it was difficult for him to move an inch.

One of his feet had been lifted, and he was frozen in that position.

A moment later, his clothes were already soaked in sweat.

It was as if a knife had been stabbed into his ears, and a pair of hands reached from his ears to his head.

""Let's go back and recite your first offense.""

The young woman raised her head and calmly looked at Ding Shengxia, ""So anxious. Be careful not to let your anger attack your heart.""

""Even if you train in martial arts, you may go berserk.""

As the sound of her voice faded, Ding Shengxia's body suddenly relaxed and then fell to the ground with a plop.

Sweat dripped from his face and soon soaked the wooden floor.

""Thank … Mr Xie.""

Ding Shengxia struggled to stand up. She held onto the handrail of the stairs with both hands, barely preventing herself from falling down again.

He took a while to adjust his condition before all the blood in his body flowed smoothly. He then turned around and walked back to the bookshelf, step by step.

""Could I trouble you to put back the books you just threw away? Try to be as light as possible.""

What is useless to you may be a treasure to others. ""

The young woman said from behind Ding Shengxia, ""The ancient well doesn't ripple.""

Ding Shengxia didn't dare to disobey. He simply couldn't find out how powerful this young woman was, but he was sure that even if there were twenty of him, he wouldn't be a match for her.

He picked up the books that he had pulled off the bookshelf one by one and put them back in the bookshelf.

As he picked up the last book, his fingertips suddenly hurt.

He looked down and found that something had pierced his finger. A drop of blood oozed out from the tiny pinhole, bright red.

It was just an ordinary beginner cultivation technique. If graded according to its grade, it would barely qualify as an entry level martial art.

There were some pictures of wild beasts on the cover. The lines were rough, but it was just a shape.

There were three words on the map: ""Beast Hunt""

Ding Shengxia had just gone through this thing and it was filled with pictures of attacks from wild beasts. Combined with the power of his cultivation, it was quite sharp and nimble.

However, this item might still be of some help to cultivators in the Ascending Realm, but to those in the Xumi Realm, it was no different from the movements of the elderly when they were exercising their body.

Ding Shengxia originally wanted to put the book back and leave, but the young woman gave him a lot of pressure.

But just as he was about to put the book back, he found that the drop of blood on his finger had turned into a red line. Like a tiny spirit snake, he climbed up the book and then entered the pages.

Ding Shengxia quickly opened the book and started searching page by page. Finally, she found her own drop of blood on page 19.

However, that drop of blood had already turned into a shallow pattern. He subconsciously reached out his hand and felt it. His fingertips felt pain once again as blood uncontrollably gushed out from his fingertips.

At the beginning, it was a red line that gradually turned into a small river of blood as thick as a chopstick that flowed into the page.

What was even more terrifying was that the pages were not wet.

Suddenly, a very ear-piercing voice appeared in Ding Shengxia's mind.

The voice was so loud that Ding Shengxia was frightened to the point that her face paled.

He looked around, but on the second floor there was only him and the young woman who was still reading quietly.

""You've opened a door, and this door has everything you want. Are you ready to come in?""

His voice echoed in his mind, like a great bell.

I …

Ding Shengxia opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

He saw a malevolent face on the page, with the words Nineteen tattooed on its forehead.

""I am the Nineteen, who led you into the Devil.

""Don't be afraid, don't evade, answer my question first … Do you hate it in your heart?""

Ding Shengxia's eyes suddenly widened, then she nodded heavily.