Chapter 421: Ten Thousand Swords Like Ten Thousand Minds!
the sisters from the Lu family."Hehe, we received an invitation," Lulu Linlin said.Since they didn’t want to say directly, Hao Ren wouldn’t force them. Anyway, no one in this world could bully them.S...Chapter 421: Ten Thousand Swords Like Ten Thousand Minds!
The inn was a wooden structure with three floors. The first floor served as the dining area, while the second and third floors were reserved for guest rooms.
Zhao Kuo, who walked ahead of郝仁and his group, was led by an inspector directly to a room on the second floor, showing no intention of having meals at the ground level.
Zhao Yanzi looked back at Zhao Kuo's retreating figure with regret. Yet she knew her brother’s character; since he refused to see anyone, there was little point in approaching him.
Hao Ren’s group had their rooms on the third floor, which offered the best view of all. Lu Linlin and Lu Lili, Zhao Guang and Zhao Hongyu, Zhao Yanzi and Xie Yujia, Zhen Ciming and Little White, Elder Lu and Elder Sun each occupied five rooms.
Hao Ren and Minister Xia shared a room together.
In total, there were six rooms occupying the majority of the third floor.
This privilege was due to Hao Ren’s entry into the top six in the eastern test zone. The Dragon God Temple had to arrange accommodations for the accompanying personnel of the入圍修仙者who made it through to this stage.
Otherwise, even considering the favor of the East Sea Dragon Palace, they would only be accommodated in a two-story inn next door at best.
The rooms on the third floor were reserved for hot contenders participating in tomorrow’s intense competition and their senior disciples or close friends from their sects.
Hao Ren entered his room and walked to the window, pushing open the wooden shutters.
In the backdrop of the night, the platform of the Dragon God Temple looked like a small town immersed in darkness. The densely packed examination rooms resembled chess pieces on an enormous board. Beyond that, the Dragon God Temple was shrouded in deeper darkness with only vague outlines discernible.
Su Han had returned to rest at the Dragon God Temple and would not stay here. Such an inn-style accommodation was likely used only for the Dragon God Temple examination during Duanwu Festival.
Surrounding the three-story inn were several two-story inns and single-story houses, making the three-story inn look exceptionally tall by comparison.
The cultivators who had advanced to the top twelve but failed to enter the final six of the eastern test zone, along with their support teams, were accommodated at the two-story inns. After the Dragon God Temple examination concluded, they would serve as new assistant inspectors.
Those who emerged victorious from their respective arenas but did not make it into the top twelve, were housed in mud-brick cottages to encourage and honor them. Future Dragon God Temple examinations would see these nearly全區48強的修士continue to participate, potentially becoming assistant inspectors or even full inspectors.
Other defeated cultivators who wished to stay within the temple precincts to witness tomorrow’s martial trials could only endure rough sleeping conditions under open skies.
This differential treatment was a clear indication of the Dragon God Temple's respect for strength—regardless of one's background or origins, as long as they were powerful enough, they could join the Dragon God Temple and tower above other cultivators!
At this moment, Hao Ren standing by the window naturally drew the attention of some cultivators who looked up in awe.
The yellow identification badge at Hao Ren’s waist still shimmered brightly. The gazes these cultivators cast towards him on the third floor were filled with an involuntary sense of reverence.
Being able to stay in a three-story inn was a recognition of one's strength!
This seemingly ordinary three-story wooden inn was the dream and fantasy of many cultivators, a place they could never enter no matter how hard they tried!
Seeing the envious looks on the ground from those other cultivators, Hao Ren gently closed the window and sat by the bed.
The current situation was that he was one of the six strongest in the eastern district exam area and also among the top 24 in the entire Dragon God Temple examination. To become one of the ten official examiners, at least another win was necessary, but to make it into the top three, two more victories were required!
Huff… Hao Ren took a deep breath, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to meditate.
"Young Master Hao, please focus on your cultivation. I’ll keep watch for you," Minister Xia said.
He moved a chair over and sat behind the door in a defensive posture.
"Thank you, Minister Xia." Hao Ren smiled; he was indeed somewhat worried that Zhao Yanzi would come to disturb him.
The room wasn’t large but exceptionally quiet. Once Hao Ren closed the window, he couldn’t hear any sounds from outside the inn at all. Clearly, there were soundproofing barriers set up on this third-floor inn so that cultivators could rest or meditate peacefully for tomorrow’s competition.
Streams of sword light swirled around Hao Ren, these being akin to his eyes, allowing him to vaguely sense various situations within the room.
Every beam of sword light had a thread of Hao Ren's divine consciousness. He spread them out to every corner of the room and felt his divine awareness expanding accordingly.
Sitting by the door, Minister Xia bent over with both hands on the chair, showing signs of drowsiness. Hao Ren’s sword lights were like specks of starlight scattered throughout the room but silent as a mouse.
He had no idea in which room Zhao Kuo was… Hao Ren suddenly thought about it.
A tiny beam of sword light, barely larger than a fingernail, slipped out from under the door and followed the wooden hallway to the second floor.
Hao Ren’s divine consciousness controlled this beam as it peeked into the first room.
“Who’s there!” A Wind grade cultivator in meditation immediately sensed something amiss and softly called out.
Hao Ren’s sword light hurriedly slipped back under the door and flew over to the neighboring room along the floor.
The sword light hit the crack between doors and bounced out. The cultivator here was obviously cautious, having set up barriers themselves; fortunately, this weak beam of light didn’t trigger a reaction from these defenses. Hao Ren quickly withdrew his sword light and moved on to another room.
This time, the weak beam easily slipped into the crack in the door. Hao Ren vaguely felt that the figure’s back inside the room was Zhao Kuo!
At this moment, Zhao Kuo was drenched in sweat, his body radiating with rainbow-colored light.
Five Elements Body Refinement! So that was how he cultivated the Sword Shadow Technique!
Hao Ren’s mind moved slightly; immediately, Zhao Kuo felt another divine consciousness probing into the room and responded by sending three or four sharp beams of sword light toward the faint light at the door!
"Who is the brat who dares to spy on me!" Zhao Kuo shouted fiercely.
Hao Ren's faint glow was surrounded by three or four sword beams, leaving no chance for escape; it was immediately extinguished.
In his room on the third floor, Hao Ren felt a sharp pain in his head as if a needle had pierced through his forehead. A strand of divine consciousness was damaged, causing considerable discomfort.
Using one's divine sense to probe nearby peers or higher-level cultivators without reaching the corresponding realm is both extremely offensive and dangerous.
Hao Ren quickly withdrew the two sword beams still wandering in the inn through the cracks in the floorboards back up to the third floor.
No matter what, dispersing divine consciousness into sword beams to probe a certain range of situations was much safer than rashly using one’s divine sense to cover a broad area around oneself.
Hao Ren's ability to grasp this kind of technique came from reaching the middle-grade Gen realm, which gave him stronger control over sword beams.
The two sword beams that were still outside Hao Ren's room carefully approached his doorway.
"Hahaha!"
Laughter sounded from the door to Lu L琳琳 and 陸莉莉's room.
What are they doing... Hao Ren's mind twitched, and the sword beam in tune with Hao Ren's will automatically entered Lu L琳琳 and 陸莉莉's room!
Ah! Hao Ren secretly felt something was amiss; he had merely thought about it, but the sword beam actually went in!
The sword beam entering Lu L琳琳 and 陸莉莉’s room was like Hao Ren's eyes, instantly opening up a view—Lu L琳琳 and 陸莉莉 were removing their palace attire to wear small undergarments and tickling each other on the bed!
Even though the middle-grade Gen sword beam could only return blurry images of their porcelain-smooth skin, youthful curves, and entwined bodies, Hao Ren couldn't help but sneeze blood!
"What is this!"
Liu Linlin, being tickled by Lu Lili, suddenly became vigilant.
Lu Lili, also blushing and panting heavily while holding onto Liu Linlin's arm, stared in astonishment at the strange flicker of light near the doorway.
The white ring in Lu Lili's hand quickly moved to capture the fleeing sword beam. With a relaxed wave of her hand, the white ring returned to her wrist, and the point of sword light fell into Lu Lili's palm.
"A divine consciousness treasure!" Liu Linlin widened her eyes, holding this flicker of light in her hand.
Hearing what her sister said, Lu Lili opened her cute eyes wide. "Isn't this Master's sword beam"
"Would Master do such a thing" Liu Linlin narrowed her eyes and glared at Lu Lili with anger.
Lu Lili hastily shook her head, "Sir would never do such a thing!"
Hao Ren, sitting cross-legged in the third-floor room, broke out into cold sweats. He had a spiritual connection with Sword Light; at this moment, since Sword Light was being held by Lu Linlin, it felt as if Hao Ren himself were being squeezed between her fingertips.
"It must be a wicked villain thinking our cultivation level is low and trying to peep on us! How despicable!" Lu Linlin said fiercely while holding Micro-light.
"If Sir really was the one, it wouldn’t matter if he took a look," Lu Lili said with twinkling eyes from beside her.
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Hao Ren in the third-floor room had another nosebleed.
"Our sir is not someone like this! Hmph, I have to teach such an indecent person a lesson!" Lu Linlin suddenly tightened her grip on Micro-light and sent out a burst of spiritual energy through her fingertips.
Hao Ren felt as if his entire body had been deprived of a tendon. He fell forward onto the floor with a thud, head first.
The nosebleeds combined with this sudden pain pushed Hao Ren to the brink of mental breakdown!
Minister Xia, who was dozing off outside the door, suddenly woke up in alarm.
"Young Master Hao! Young Master Hao! Are you alright" He hurriedly rushed over and helped him get back onto his feet.
Blood flowed out of Hao Ren’s nostrils as he gasped for breath. Even though the lightning tribulation had toughened his body, falling on the floor without any spiritual energy left made a large bump appear on his forehead.
"Young Master Hao, you have strong spiritual energy, but you can't overtrain," Minister Xia said anxiously as he helped Hao Ren sit down on the bed.
"I-I’m fine…" Hao Ren panted and was still in a daze.
Thinking about what Sword Light had seen of Lu Linlin and Lu Lili, Hao Ren’s nosebleed started again uncontrollably.
The lingering pain all over his body and the feeling that he couldn’t use even a speck of spiritual energy made him wary. After this experience with Lu Linlin crushing Micro-light, how could he recklessly release Sword Qi to spy around anymore
"Young Master Hao, you have to take care of yourself! The future of the Dragon Palace relies on you!" Minister Xia said loyally as he supported Hao Ren.
Hao Ren raised his hand to politely refuse, but Minister Xia continued solemnly, "The future dragon sons and grandsons all rely on your body to achieve. You and Princess Zi are the hope of the Dragon Palace!"
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Hao Ren’s nosebleed started flowing again.rgy to form a "Grand Circulation" outside the demon beast's body.The path of cultivation is external tranquility and internal movement. Though it appears as if one is sitting still, in reality, the yi...