Chapter Thirty-Nine: It Seems I Have Grown Stronger Again

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“Fifth-tier spells, sixth-tier main cultivation arts—give me as many as you have!” Su Yizhao demanded without the slightest politeness.

At the mouth of the cave, Xuan Wujie suddenly appeared.

He glanced into the cave, a look of understanding flashing across his face, before he spoke, “In such circumstances, you weren’t swayed by beauty. Boy, I’m quite optimistic about you! How about becoming my disciple? A personal disciple!”

“Can I avoid being the banker tomorrow?” Su Yizhao asked.

“No,” Xuan Wujie replied.

Su Yizhao sighed in disappointment. “Then forget it. Just give me the cultivation arts.”

Xuan Wujie tossed him a jade slip, regretful. “What a pity! I’ve given you all the sect’s best arts. Everything that happened today won’t repeat tomorrow. Bai Zhankong and Qu Tiancheng aren’t so generous.”

Su Yizhao took the jade slip. “Xiuyue, seal the cave entrance.”

Li Xiuyue quickly cast a spell, freezing the seawater at the cave’s mouth into a block of ice.

Xuan Wujie’s figure slowly faded away.

With a clatter, five hundred thousand spirit stones poured from the storage ring, instantly concealing the two within their shimmering pile.

“Brother Yizhao, tomorrow…!” Li Xiuyue’s voice was filled with worry.

“There’s no need to dwell on tomorrow today. We’ll fight when the time comes,” Su Yizhao replied.

Li Xiuyue sighed softly, saying no more.

His period of unconsciousness had been far too brief.

At that moment, Li Xiuyue felt a sudden emptiness in her arms and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Suddenly, she snapped awake.

How could she have such shameful thoughts?

She hurried to calm herself, settling down to meditate and cultivate.

Beside her, Su Yizhao pressed the jade slip to his forehead, and characters appeared in his mind.

Sharpening his sword on the eve of battle—he truly had no other choice!

The arts etched themselves into his mind: the Six Divine Realm’s “Mystic Qi Technique,” the sixth-tier “Heavenly Sword Formula,” fifth-tier “Leaping Spell,” “Ice Shield Spell,” and more.

Time passed slowly.

In the stone cave, the mountain of spirit stones was gradually drained of their energy, turning to ash.

As dawn approached, not a single spirit stone remained; only a thick carpet of powder lay across the seabed.

Two figures sat cross-legged, breathing in harmony.

Suddenly, Li Xiuyue opened her beautiful eyes, a powerful aura radiating from her delicate frame.

In one night, she had not only advanced to the Fourth Mystic Realm but reached its mid-stage.

Of course, she paid no attention to her cultivation; it was boredom that made her train so diligently in the cave.

She turned to look at Su Yizhao—and was instantly stunned!

His gently rising chest seemed to stir the entire space within the cave.

The seawater rippled, and the stone powder on the cave floor shivered with it.

Even she herself seemed to sway along.

Li Xiuyue rubbed her eyes, and when she looked again, everything was calm.

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He was still himself, unchanged.

She smiled.

She knew something had happened to him.

Most likely, he had grown even stronger!

At that moment, Su Yizhao opened his eyes and looked at her.

Seeing his bright gaze, her smile became even more enchanting, making one want to hold her close…

“Su boy, your cultivation still hasn’t reached the peak of the Five Divine Realm. Your talent is nothing special! How did you manage to master your spells so completely?” Feng Bubai approached as if greeting an old friend when Su Yizhao and Li Xiuyue flew out over the sea.

Su Yizhao gave a wry smile.

Indeed, his cultivation hadn’t improved much.

Even after absorbing so much spiritual energy, he had only made a modest advancement.

But he didn’t mind.

Because his strength had truly increased.

Last night, propelled by the “Creation Technique,” he had mastered all fifth-tier spells, and then something unexpected happened.

He suddenly gained insight.

He understood the essence of spells!

All the myriad spells in the world—they all followed unchanging principles.

First comes the Dao, then the technique.

The Dao is the foundation; technique is the skill.

No one had told him this, but suddenly, he just knew.

Once he understood the essence, the foundation was naturally his.

He hadn’t yet tested what level his spells would reach now, but he knew there would be a fundamental difference.

“Hall Master Feng, it was just luck,” Su Yizhao replied modestly.

“If you survive today, I’ll drag you into the Mystic Battle Hall, no matter what!” Feng Bubai’s words were full of encouragement.

Su Yizhao responded earnestly, “I truly am a disciple of the Enforcement Hall—a gold-ranked enforcement disciple!”

“Go ahead!” Xuan Wujie called, and the crowd had already cleared a path.

Su Yizhao rode his sword, flying down the path.

At that moment, the gazes of the cultivators on either side were filled with admiration.

A Five Divine Realm cultivator facing two Six Divine Realm opponents—not only surviving, but killing both on the spot.

Who could achieve such a feat?

Especially at such a young age, and so modest!

A gold-ranked enforcement disciple—how terrifying!

Su Yizhao passed through the path, and two people were already waiting for him on the other side.

“Let’s kill him together first!” the burly body cultivator proposed.

The soul cultivator’s eyes flashed coldly. “Absolutely!”

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Su Yizhao’s face was full of bitterness.

Isn’t this against the rules? Yesterday was bad enough, but today again?

He moved his thoughts, and his figure blurred.

At once, over thirty thousand cultivators rubbed their eyes.

An illusion!

It had to be an illusion!

How could he just vanish before their eyes?

Xuan Wujie’s eyes widened. The fifth-tier “Leaping Spell” was unmistakable, but it shouldn’t produce such an effect.

Su Yizhao laughed.

Spells born of the heart—so that’s what it meant.

No incantation needed; a thought was enough to cast the spell.

And the speed—certainly no slower than a Six Divine Realm cultivator.

Now, he had already moved ten yards away, so fast that the naked eye could not track him.

A chain of afterimages stretched into a line.

He moved his thoughts again, and instantly, within a radius of thirty yards, the space was filled with his figures.

Teleportation!

If not, it was close enough.

At least within thirty yards, wherever he willed, he could instantly arrive.

All the afterimages could be false or could also be real.

His eyes grew steadier and more confident.

With just this technique, he could stand undefeated today.

Just as he was about to test the power of the “Earth Sword Formula,” he suddenly heard Xuan Wujie shout, “Boy, come back!”

His heart tightened, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

He returned to Xuan Wujie’s side, seeing him staring at the sea a hundred yards below, his face grave.

Su Yizhao felt a chill in his heart.

As the sect leader, when had he ever been so serious?

Even in the battle against Bai Zhankong and Qu Tiancheng, he hadn’t looked so grim.

The Mystic Body Sect and Mystic Soul Sect also sent voices, “Return, regroup!”

Over thirty thousand cultivators hovered in the air, silent.

Li Xiuyue stood beside him, her face bewildered.

Su Yizhao likewise fixed his gaze on the deep sea a hundred yards below, his hands slowly tightening.

The sea breeze was frozen; the surface grew even calmer.

In the depths, a gigantic black cloud slowly ascended…