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

Sword Thirteen of the Heavenly Sword Sect wins.

Liu Ruoxi of the Wanfa Sect wins.

The Xuan Tian Sect's thunderous attack signifies victory.

Ouyang Ming, a rogue cultivator, won.

One by one, familiar names advanced to the next round.

Finally, it was his turn.

Qin Yuan stood up and leaped onto the stage.

He stood on the stage, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

"Who's coming?"

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Then, a figure leaped onto the stage.

It is Jian Wufeng of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He looked at Qin Yuan with a complicated expression.

"I was unable to truly fight you at the Temple of Ice and Fire. Today, I will make up for it."

Qin Yuan nodded.

"it is good."

The two stood facing each other, their auras rising simultaneously!

The audience held their breath.

Jian Wufeng, the number one young talent of the Heavenly Sword Sect, is at the peak of the Void Refinement stage and has one foot in the Dao Integration stage.

Qin Yuan, a disciple of the Taiyi Sect and a beginner in the Void Refinement stage, killed a peak Void Refinement elder of the Netherworld Sect while in the Ice and Fire Dual Realm.

Who will win this battle?

Sword without edge was drawn from its sheath.

It was a giant sword that was entirely black, its blade covered in cracks, yet it radiated a sharpness capable of tearing through the void.

"This sword is called 'Severing the Void,' a seventh-grade magic weapon, and it has been with me for three hundred years."

Qin Yuan did not draw his sword.

He simply raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at Jian Wufeng.

"Use this?"

Jian Wufeng's eyes turned cold.

"Arrogant!"

He slashed down with his sword!

The sword energy, as thick as a mountain, tore through the void, carrying a world-destroying force, and slashed down at Qin Yuan!

Qin Yuan pointed out!

The pale golden finger energy collided violently with the black sword energy!

"boom--!"

The violent energy overflowed, and the defensive formation on the platform was instantly activated to isolate the aftershocks.

Jian Wufeng took a step back.

Qin Yuan took a step back.

A draw.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Jian Wufeng's eyes.

He no longer held back, his sword strikes flowing continuously, each strike faster and heavier than the last!

Heavenly Sword Sect, Thirty-Six Heavenly Swords!

Instead of retreating, Qin Yuan advanced, using his fists, palms, and fingers to either block, deflect, or directly confront the sword energy!

Each collision shook the void!

Each clash unleashed a deafening roar!

The audience below the stage was stunned.

"This...this is still the combat power of someone in the early stage of the Void Refinement realm?"

"This is terrifying! Jian Wufeng is widely recognized as the number one fighter in the Heavenly Sword Sect! They couldn't even defeat him!"

"Where did this Qin Yuan come from?"

Thirty moves have passed.

Fifty moves passed.

One hundred moves later.

The two remained evenly matched.

The more Jian Wufeng fought, the more alarmed he became.

His swordsmanship had reached its pinnacle. Yet Qin Yuan was able to parry each attack!

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that Qin Yuan had not yet used his full strength.

At least, he hasn't used the legendary Xingtian Sword yet.

That's enough.

Jian Wufeng suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated.

Qin Yuan also stopped and looked at him.

Jian Wufeng remained silent for a moment.

"I can't beat you."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The number one expert of the Heavenly Sword Sect personally admitted that he couldn't win!

Qin Yuan said calmly, "You didn't lose either."

Jian Wufeng smiled bitterly.

"Not losing is losing. My cultivation level is higher than yours, and I have cultivated for longer, yet I can only manage a draw with you. This is already a loss."

He sheathed the Broken Sky Sword, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the edge of the stage.

"Qin Yuan, you are very strong. But I will surpass you sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew away.

Qin Yuan watched his retreating figure without saying a word.

He did not win this battle.

But we didn't lose either.

enough.

Below the stage, Ling Shuanghua looked at him, a barely perceptible glint in her eyes.

Lei Dong was so excited that he slapped his thigh.

"Bro! You're amazing! Even Jian Wufeng was completely defeated by you!"

Although Ling Shuangyin didn't come, if she were there, she would probably jump up excitedly.

Qin Yuan returned to his seat, his expression calm.

Several more challenges lie ahead.

But no one dared to challenge him anymore.

That battle proved that Qin Yuan was at the very top of the younger generation in Nanzhou.

The ranking battle on the Dao Asks List has finally come to an end.

Qin Yuan ranked third.

First is Jian Wufeng of the Heavenly Sword Sect—although he lost to Qin Yuan, his overall record still ranks first.

Second is Liu Ruoxi of the Wanfa Sect—she has won every game and her performance has been amazing.

Third is Qin Yuan.

No one objects to this ranking.

Because everyone knows that Qin Yuan's strength is enough to rank him in the top three.

Next, one can seek enlightenment at the Dao Wen Pavilion.

The Dao Asking Pavilion, the most forbidden area of ​​the Myriad Laws Sect, houses countless ancient secret texts. It opens only once every hundred years, and only the top ten on the Dao Asking Ranking are qualified to enter.

Qin Yuan stood in front of the Asking Pavilion, looking up at the nine-story ancient pagoda.

The tower is ancient and exudes the aura of time. Each level of the tower is covered with densely packed runes, which faintly form a huge array.

"The Dao Inquiry Pavilion has nine floors," Liu Ruoxi explained softly, standing beside him. "The first floor contains cultivation manuals of rank six and below. The second floor contains rank seven. The third floor contains rank eight. It is said that the fourth floor and above contain rank nine treasures, but no one has ever been able to ascend to it."

Qin Yuan nodded.

"Where might the clue to the eighth token lie?"

Liu Ruoxi shook her head.

"Uncertain. But according to the sect's ancient records, that token last appeared on the fifth floor."

The fifth floor.

Qin Yuan's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Can we go straight to the fifth floor?"

Liu Ruoxi said, "No. Each floor of the Dao Asking Pavilion has restrictions, and you must ascend one floor at a time. Moreover, each floor has a test, and if you fail to pass it, you cannot enter the next floor."

Qin Yuan nodded.

"Understood."

The two stepped into the Dao Asking Pavilion.

The first floor houses a vast collection of books.

Qin Yuan didn't linger and headed straight for the stairs leading to the second floor.

At the top of the stairs stands a stone tablet.

The stone tablet bears an inscription:

"The first test of seeking enlightenment: one's character. Those who can reach the top of the stairs without being swayed by the vast collection of books may enter the second level."

Qin Yuan stepped onto the stairs.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

Countless images flooded his mind—his childhood memories at the Xuan Yuan Sect, Lin Qing'er washing spiritual herbs by the stream, the life-or-death battle in the War God Hall, and the resolute burning of his cultivation in the Ice and Fire Dual Realm…

Every frame was an attempt to capture him.

Let him stop, let him immerse himself, let him lose himself.

But Qin Yuan didn't stop.

He walked past those scenes as if walking through a series of dreams.

Finally, he stepped onto the second floor.

Behind them, the image disappeared.

The second floor also houses tens of thousands of books, but of even higher quality.

Qin Yuan did not linger and headed straight for the stairs leading to the third floor.

At the top of the stairs, there was another stone tablet.

"The second test of the Dao: Courage. Those who dare to confront their deepest fears can enter the third level."

Qin Yuan stepped onto the stairs.

The scene before my eyes changed once again.

He stood in endless darkness.

In the darkness, there is a pair of eyes.

Those were the eyes of the Void Refinement Battle Soul in the War God Temple before its death.

Anger, resentment, and a sliver of relief.

Qin Yuan met those eyes.

a long time.

He took a step and walked forward.

The eyes disappeared.

He stepped onto the third floor.

The third floor, the fourth floor.