I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

He quickly checked off several items in the jade slip and sent them back.

The deputy hall master glanced at it and nodded: "Approved. Based on the items you selected and your performance in the War God Hall, you are awarded a total of 80,000 sect contribution points. In addition, the information you reported, such as the 'Blood Sacrifice Rune Imprint' and 'Characteristics of the Netherworld Cult's Techniques,' has been helpful to the sect's investigation of the Netherworld Cult, and you are awarded an additional 20,000 contribution points. The total is 100,000 contribution points, which have been entered into your identity jade record."

One hundred thousand contribution points! This is an absolute fortune! Enough to exchange for several top-grade Earth-rank cultivation techniques in the sect's library, or to exchange for the opportunity to enter a high-level secret realm for cultivation, or to purchase a large number of rare resources.

"Thank you, Master." Qin Yuan said.

"The second matter," Tie Xing continued, his voice serious, "is about the Netherworld Cult, and... the preliminary arrangements for the Southern Continent selection."

Chapter 103 After the Tribulation, His Name Resounded Throughout the Upper Sect

The lingering power of the heavenly tribulation still hovered above the Taiyi Immortal Gate, but everyone's attention was no longer on the gradually dissipating tribulation clouds.

Qin Yuan slowly descended back to the summit. Beneath his tattered blue robe, pale silver starlight flowed like water across his skin, gradually disappearing into the depths of his bones. His aura was not weak at this moment; on the contrary, it was even more profound and weighty than before his tribulation, like divine iron that had just undergone countless forgings.

Within a radius of a thousand feet, there was not a sound.

Zhou Qingxuan's flying sword was still suspended in mid-air, but he had forgotten to maintain his sword technique. This elder, who had seen countless geniuses, had his pupils shrink slightly as he stared intently at the faint silver glow on Qin Yuan's body and the nine-colored Dao seal between his brows that had not yet completely disappeared.

"Nine...Nine Revolutions of Nascent Soul?" His voice was extremely soft, as if afraid of waking something.

But who among those present wasn't sharp-witted and perceptive?

Jian Wuming's fingers twitched slightly, and a trace of his previously well-concealed sword intent was revealed at this moment. He wasn't shocked, but excited. This was the reaction of the sword fanatic of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion when he saw an opponent truly worthy of drawing his sword.

For the first time, a serious scrutiny appeared on Lei Dong's usually arrogant face. The lightning around him quieted down, as if a wild beast had sheathed its claws.

The frostiness between Ling Shuanghua's brows and eyes, visible beneath her veil, intensified, but it wasn't hostility; rather, it was a chilling shock that had frozen her in place.

As for Li Wanhun—

The instant the Dao Seal appeared between Qin Yuan's brows, he was like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly retreating several feet, his body enveloped in surging ghostly mist that completely concealed his form. But everyone could see that the ghostly mist was trembling violently.

"Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul." This time, it was Liu Suifeng who spoke.

His tone was calm, even tinged with a smile. But that calmness itself was the greatest unease.

Liu Suifeng, the first captain of the Sky Patrol Guard, a direct descendant of the sect leader and a genius who had been at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage for many years, looked at Qin Yuan with a gaze that was no longer the appreciation of a senior looking at a junior, or even the recognition between peers—it was equality.

From that moment on, Qin Yuan was someone he could truly look at as an equal.

"No wonder," Liu Suifeng said softly, "No wonder you dared to confront the Void Refinement Battle Soul head-on at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, no wonder the tribulation you underwent was the Nine Heavenly Thunders... So that's how it is."

He didn't continue speaking.

Because the surrounding area had already erupted in chaos.

"Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul?! Isn't that the foundation of ancient legends? The last recorded Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul cultivator in the Southern Continent was the one from three thousand years ago..."

"Shut up! Who are you to talk about her?"

"But that's a prospective Dao Child of the Taiyi Immortal Sect? How could a prospective Dao Child possibly forge a Nine-Turn Nascent Soul?"

"Didn't you hear what Liu Suifeng said? A peak Nascent Soul cultivator directly confronts a Void Refinement battle spirit! When you were at the peak Nascent Soul stage, did you dare to attack a Void Refinement cultivator?"

"..."

"Qin Yuan... I remember he came from the Xuan Yuan Sect? A lower-level sect..."

"So what if you come from a lower sect? Of the peak Nascent Soul cultivators from the five great upper sects, how many dare to undergo the Nine Heavens Tribulation? How many can actually pass it?"

"..."

The discussions rose like a tide, but gradually subsided under some invisible pressure.

Because Qin Yuan opened his eyes.

He didn't deliberately release any pressure, nor did he even look at anyone. He simply stood up calmly, dusted off his tattered robes, and then took out a new cyan robe from his storage ring, putting it on slowly.

His movements were composed, and his expression was calm.

It was as if what he had just undergone was not the perilous Nine Heavens Tribulation, but rather an ordinary period of seclusion.

This tranquility is more powerful than any words.

Zhou Qingxuan finally retrieved his flying sword. He gave Qin Yuan a deep look but didn't ask any more questions about the Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul.

"The Heavenly Tribulation has been overcome. From this moment on, you are a Void Refinement cultivator." His voice returned to its usual clear tone, but anyone could hear the added solemnity within it. "Three days later, the sect will hold a formal ordination ceremony. At that time, your status as a Dao Child will also be confirmed."

Daozi.

It is not a preparation for the Way.

The difference between these two words made all the disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect hold their breath.

The Taiyi Immortal Sect has been established for ten thousand years, and the position of Dao Son is never granted lightly. Even geniuses like Liu Suifeng, Wu Zhan, and Wen Yuan are only "prospective Dao Sons" to this day, and the position of true Dao Son has been vacant for nearly a hundred years.

Now, Zhou Qingxuan publicly announced that in three days, Qin Yuan would become the new Daoist disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

No one voiced any objection.

Even those who looked down on Qin Yuan, who was from a "lower sect", swallowed all their resentment the moment they saw the Nine Heavens Tribulation being defeated.

Zhou Qingxuan's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Qin Yuan.

"Take these three days to rest and recuperate. After the Daozi Ceremony, you will be qualified to know more... and you will be qualified to take on more responsibilities."

The words were spoken cryptically, but Qin Yuan understood them.

The true core inheritance of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, higher-level secrets, and the true structure of the Southern Continent—these things have always been accessible only to those at the Dao Child level.

He nodded slightly: "Disciple understands."

Zhou Qingxuan said no more, and with a wave of his sleeve, he transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the horizon.

His departure only made the atmosphere in the room more subtle.

Liu Suifeng was the first to step forward, cupping his hands and smiling, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Qin—no, I should call you Qin Daozi now. A Nine-Turn Nascent Soul cultivator and a Refining Void Daozi, this is an unprecedented event for the Taiyi Immortal Sect in nearly a hundred years."

Qin Yuan returned the greeting: "Senior Brother Liu, you're too kind. The Daoist ceremony has not yet taken place; I am still in the preparatory stage."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Liu Suifeng waved his hand and lowered his voice. "The sect leader's lineage already knows about this. My master asked me to tell you: Focus on your breakthrough; no one within the sect will make things difficult for you. As for outside the sect..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally in the direction of the Netherworld Palace.

"Li Wanhun is a vengeful man. He will never let your gains from the War God Temple go unpunished. Now that you have just transcended your tribulation and your cultivation is not yet stable, if he takes the opportunity to attack..."

"He wouldn't dare."

Qin Yuan spoke in a flat tone, without even looking at Li Wanhun.