Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

"Ok!"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Biyao and said truthfully:
"I have cultivated to the Taiqing Perfection, reaching the pinnacle of the cultivation world in ten thousand years."

"Next, the only option is to become an immortal!"

"Hiss!" Before Biyao could speak, the six-tailed demon fox's voice rang out from beside her, staring at Zhang Xiaofan as if he were a monster, and asked:

"How many years have you been cultivating?"

"Seventeen years!" Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"Holy crap!" The six-tailed fox exclaimed in shock, its face filled with horror.

"Seventeen years, and in seventeen years he has reached the Taiqing Perfection, the pinnacle of the cultivation world in ten thousand years."

"I have cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and I am only at the mid-stage of the Upper Clarity Realm. Compared to you, my thousand years of cultivation have been nothing but wasted effort."

"Ahem, you said it yourself," Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile.

Beside her, the three-tailed fox spirit's alluring face was also filled with horror.

Because she has cultivated for over three hundred years, she is now only equivalent to the peak of the Jade Purity Realm among human cultivators.

Zhang Xiaofan reached the Taiqing Perfection in just seventeen years, the pinnacle of the cultivation world in ten thousand years. He is truly a genius.

Moreover, as far as she knew, among human cultivators, those who broke through to the Shangqing realm within a century were also exceptionally talented individuals.

For example, Faxiang of Tianyin Temple, and Li Xun of Fenxiang Valley.

Breaking through to the Shangqing realm in thirty years makes one a top genius among prestigious sects, a rare occurrence even after hundreds of years.

For example, Lin Jingyu of Qingyun Sect, Wan Jianyi from three hundred years ago, Dao Xuan Zhenren, Qiu Wangyu of the Demonic Sect, and others.

As for someone like Zhang Xiaofan who broke through to the Taiqing realm in just over ten years, in the past ten thousand years, only Qingye Zhenren of the Qingyun Sect a thousand years ago has achieved this.

Moreover, he was only at the early stage of Taiqing, and later he cultivated to the Taiqing Perfection stage.

However, the three-tailed fox knew that if Qingye Zhenren were compared to Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan would be even better.

After all, Zhang Xiaofan had cultivated Buddhism, Taoism, and Demonism together for more than ten years, and had cultivated his magical power to an extremely profound level.

Furthermore, Zhang Xiaofan possesses the body of a demon god, making his physical body equivalent to the most powerful divine weapon of the Nine Heavens.

She greatly admired Zhang Xiaofan, a genius whose talent was so extraordinary that he was a once-in-a-millennium prodigy.

"Become an immortal?" Biyao murmured, and after a long while, she said:

"Are you sure?"

Zhang Xiaofan thought for a moment and then held up three fingers.

"Thirty percent!" Biyao's beautiful face flushed. Although she knew that a thirty percent chance of becoming an immortal was already quite high, she was still worried about Zhang Xiaofan's safety and quickly said:
"The chance of becoming an immortal is too low, with only 30%. What if something dangerous happens? I've heard that becoming an immortal involves a tribulation of lightning."

Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand and said:
I meant 80%.

"Then why are you holding up three fingers?" Biyao asked.

"Because I'm too lazy to use both hands."

Biyao: "..."

Biyao reached out and pinched Zhang Xiaofan's waist, scolding him playfully:
"You scared me to death!"

"Since you have an 80% chance of becoming an immortal, I won't stop you. Go ahead."

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaofan hummed in response, his gaze fixed on Fox Ridge Mountain, twenty miles away.

At this moment, Fox Ridge Mountain has several cracks, and at the exit of Ghost King Sect, a bloodthirsty red light floats out from the cave entrance.

Xiao Liu also stared at the location of the Ghost King Sect on Fox Ridge Mountain ahead, his brows furrowed as he said:
“Young Master Zhang, I sense an extremely dangerous aura awakening within the Ghost King Sect.”

"If such a being truly awakens, can the formation you set up withstand it?" The six-tailed demon fox wasn't worried about himself; he was essentially a castrated man, his life was dull and he had been quite depressed lately.

He was worried about the safety of Sanwei and Biyao, fearing that the beings within the Ghost King Sect would awaken after Zhang Xiaofan left.

If such a terrifying being wanted to kill them, wouldn't it be all over if the formation couldn't stop them?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan patted the six-tailed demon fox on the shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, I should have been back by then. And even if I hadn't returned, that terrifying being wouldn't have harmed Biyao. You and Biyao will be safe together."

Zhang Xiaofan knew that even after the Ghost King transformed into the Asura Ghost King, although he was bloodthirsty and almost became a demon, he was still capable of killing.

However, he would never kill Biyao, his only biological daughter.

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Xiao Liu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he bowed respectfully to Zhang Xiaofan, saying:
"Then I wish you a successful journey and that you become the first immortal in the world in ten thousand years."

"Thank you for your kind words!" Zhang Xiaofan replied with a bow.

Then he looked at Biyao and said:

"Take good care of yourself, I'm leaving!"

Having said that, without waiting for Biyao's reply, he activated his magic power and transformed into a streak of light, soaring straight into the sky.

Biyao's beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhang Xiaofan's figure until he turned into a black dot and disappeared into the horizon. She continued to stare intently, murmuring:

"Xiao Fan, you must come back safely. I can't live without you!"

The three-tailed fox spirit had spent eleven years with Biyao and knew very well what kind of feelings Biyao had for Zhang Xiaofan.

It can be said that if Zhang Xiaofan dies, Biyao will definitely not be able to live and will leave with him.

The three-tailed fox spirit looked at Biyao's worried face, reached out and took Biyao's hand in hers, and smiled to comfort her:

"Zhang Xiaofan is a once-in-a-millennium genius, and he has encountered countless extraordinary events, making him like the chosen one of this world. Rest assured, he will surely return as an immortal!"

The six-tailed fox also offered words of comfort:
"Cousin, don't look so worried. Young Master Zhang told you that you are most beautiful when you smile."

"Really?" Biyao immediately smiled, a smile as beautiful as a flower in full bloom...

But even in that smile, there was still a deep worry for Zhang Xiaofan.

……

A streak of light flashed by in the swirling clouds high in the sky, moving at an incredible speed.

As the light streaked across the sky, it cleaved the clouds in two.

Zhang Xiaofan stood with his feet on the Blood Soul Sword, his hands behind his back, while the monkey Xiao Hui perched on his shoulder, playing with Zhang Xiaofan's long, blood-red hair. His three eyes were open, occasionally glancing down at the rapidly passing mountain peaks.

"Squeak... squeak..."

Suddenly, Little Grey squeaked twice, its third eye and golden light appeared, and it pointed a paw at a mountain peak in the distance, saying:
"Master, there's someone you know there who's being chased!"

“Oh…” Zhang Xiaofan’s forehead was covered with blood-red demonic markings, and a blood-red, bloodthirsty demonic eye stared at a mountain below.

A bloody battle is taking place there.

On one side were two monks and a woman, and on the other side was a dwarf with an ugly appearance.

There were two monks. One was an old man, thin and small. The other was a tall, strong young man, powerfully built, wielding a vajra (thunderbolt).

The woman was wearing a long blue dress, but now there were several ripped parts of the dress that were stained with blood.

"Venerable Mighty One, Stone, Little Green!"

Of these three, one was none other than Stone from the Vajra Sect, a good friend Zhang Xiaofan had met during his early training. (End of Chapter)