High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. He simply nodded, as if he were already fully prepared for what was to come. He took a light step and, without the slightest hesitation, stepped directly through the bizarre and fantastical door, as if entering an unknown rift in time and space.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over him, as if he had been swept into an endless vortex, and everything around him became blurry. When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him was completely different; he found himself in a desolate and vast wilderness.

The rocks beneath my feet were as hard as iron, each one seemingly weathered by millions of years of wind, frost, rain, and snow, sharp and angular, exuding an indomitable resilience. Looking up, the sky was a somber gray-blue, with cold winds howling past from time to time, carrying a biting chill that seemed to freeze one's soul in this desolate wasteland.

In this solitude and desolation, Ye Chu's senses suddenly became exceptionally sharp, and he detected an unusual aura. Immediately, a chilling and bizarre scene unfolded before him—a gigantic monster with a wolf-like head appeared out of thin air, its eyes bloodshot and its teeth gleaming with a chilling light, as if it could easily tear everything apart.

The moment the wolf-headed monster appeared, it didn't hesitate for a moment. It suddenly let out a deafening roar, a sound filled with boundless rage and savagery, as if it wanted to devour the entire world. Then, it exerted force with its limbs, like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards Ye Chu with incredible speed, its ferocious appearance as if it wanted to tear him to pieces.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Ye Chu showed no panic whatsoever. He slightly shifted his body, easily dodging the monster's first attack. Then, he moved like the wind, disappearing backward.

"Good heavens! The first level of the Martial God Tower already features a fifth-tier demon as a trial!" Ye Chu's gaze pierced through the mist of illusion and reality, landing on the ferocious and terrifying wolf-headed monster ahead. He couldn't help but marvel inwardly. This wolf-headed monster had piercing eyes and was surrounded by eerie blue flames. Even though it was an illusion, the fear emanating from the depths of one's soul was still chilling, as if it could completely devour one's will at any moment.

"Although it's an illusion, its realism is astonishing." Ye Chu took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, but his eyes flashed with an unprecedented fighting spirit. He knew that the path of martial arts was inherently defying the heavens, and only by constantly challenging the limits could one break through oneself and reach a new realm.

Immediately, Ye Chu clenched his fist, his inner energy surging like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. He gathered all his strength and unleashed his family's secret technique—the Shaking Dragon Fist. As the fist's power coalesced, the surrounding air began to vibrate violently, as if even space itself was being pulled along by this force. The intertwined energy formed magnificent patterns, breathtakingly beautiful yet extremely dangerous.

"Drink!" Ye Chu roared, unleashing a deafening sonic boom like thunder in the sky. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Wherever the Dragon-Shaking Fist passed, the air was torn into countless fragments. The terrifying impact created visible shockwaves, like raging waves, sweeping across all directions and shattering the surrounding illusions.

"Bang!" Finally, a deafening roar echoed within the Martial Arts Tower, shaking the entire space. The once arrogant wolf-headed monster was instantly reduced to a cloud of blood mist by this unparalleled power, scattering across the sky. A pungent smell of blood filled the air, announcing the victory of this trial.

Ye Chu stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly, sweat sliding down his cheeks, but his eyes shone even brighter, filled with unprecedented determination and confidence.

In that vast and boundless trial ground, Ye Chu stood alone, his shadow elongated in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing exceptionally lonely yet resilient. He nodded silently, his eyes gleaming with an indomitable light, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with his inner self. "Although it was just a simple punch, it exhausted a considerable portion of my vital energy!" Ye Chu murmured to himself, his voice soft yet revealing a formidable sense of power.

A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up gusts of yellow sand, seemingly cheering on the warrior about to embark on his journey. Ye Chu took a deep breath, his chest heaving as if boundless power was gathering within him. He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and with a burst of energy, cast aside all fatigue and hesitation, taking his first step towards the unknown challenges, beginning this perilous and unpredictable adventure.

The first challenge was against an exceptionally ferocious cheetah, its speed astonishing. However, Ye Chu merely smiled calmly, his body moving with the speed of the wind, instantly appearing beside the cheetah. He unleashed a punch, the force of which was like a dragon, killing the cheetah before it even had time to react. Then, the second, third… and all the way to the fifth challenge, Ye Chu cleanly and decisively overcame all obstacles with a single punch. Each of his punches contained the power of a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, giving almost no beast a chance to breathe, and allowing himself to expend minimal physical or mental energy.

Just as the monster in the fifth level was shattered by Ye Chu's unstoppable punch and turned into nothingness, a loud and mysterious voice suddenly rang out in the world, like heavenly music or an ancient divine decree: "Passed!" These three words were short and powerful, as if they were an acknowledgment of Ye Chu's strength and a hymn to his courage.

As the sound faded, the world abruptly changed. The desolate desert landscape, after a flash of light, transformed instantly into a dense, inky black forest. Mist swirled within, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, as if concealing countless unknown secrets and dangers. At that moment, a colossal tiger materialized, its body as massive as a mountain, its eyes bloodshot, wielding a terrifyingly large, gleaming sword capable of cleaving through anything in its path. The tiger's appearance caused the entire space to tremble, and a chilling sense of oppression filled the air, making even breathing difficult.

However, in that dark and profound trial ground, Ye Chu's figure shone like the most dazzling star in the night sky, facing endless challenges and trials alone. He closed his eyes and concentrated, the aura surrounding him like the clouds and mist in ancient mountains, gathering and churning, each strand containing a heart-palpitating power. When his eyes suddenly opened, they gleamed with unyielding determination, as if he could see into the essence of all things in the world.

With a deep, powerful roar, Ye Chu moved. He didn't use any complicated martial arts techniques, just a casual punch, yet this extremely simple movement contained earth-shattering power.

This was his ultimate technique—the "Dragon-Shaking Fist"! The fist roared like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a world-destroying force, instantly striking the giant tiger demon that was already poised to pounce. The giant tiger demon's massive body shattered like fragile porcelain under the force of the fist, turning into a cloud of blood mist. A pungent, bloody smell filled the air, making one's heart tremble.

But this was only the beginning; the path of trials never ends. Just when everyone thought Ye Chu would catch his breath, an even heavier sound of footsteps echoed on the ground. A gigantic bull-headed monster, its body covered in jet-black scales and its eyes burning red, slowly emerged from the shadows. Its presence seemed capable of devouring all light, bringing endless fear and despair.

Faced with this sudden and terrifying creature, Ye Chu remained unfazed, even a faint smile playing on his lips—a smile of contempt for his powerful foe and absolute confidence in his own strength. He once again gathered his inner energy, and his fist surged forth again. This time, the power of the "Dragon-Shaking Fist" was even greater than before. His fist transformed into a golden dragon, circling in the air before suddenly swooping down and colliding fiercely with the bull-headed monster. A deafening roar resounded, and the once invincible bull-headed monster was killed by a single punch. Its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up dust, and the trial grounds fell silent once more, leaving only Ye Chu standing tall and unyielding.

The monsters in the sixth level seemed endless, surging in from all directions one after another. They varied in form, some as swift as a storm, others as steady as mountains, but without exception, they all trembled and howled under Ye Chu's invincible fist shadows, ultimately vanishing into nothingness. Every step Ye Chu took forward was accompanied by the howls and falls of monsters. He was like a war god returned from hell, sweeping away all obstacles with invincible power, leaving no survivors in his wake.

For Ye Chu, this trial was not merely a test of strength, but also a spiritual cleansing. Every punch he threw was a challenge and a transcendence of his own limits. And it was with this indomitable spirit that he was moving towards a higher realm, writing his own legendary chapter.

……

Beneath the towering Martial Arts Tower, sunlight pierced through its spire, dappling the dusty plaza. Ye Chu, this inexperienced newcomer, was progressing through the tower's challenges at an unimaginable speed, his figure like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, leaving behind astonishing trails.

The guards on each floor, those powerful figures who once intimidated countless students, seemed as fragile as paper before Ye Chu, crumbling at the slightest touch. His fists were fierce, his footwork light, and every attack precise and deadly, without the slightest superfluous movement, as if every move was born to break through the limits.

Outside the Martial Arts Tower, a crowd thronged, murmurs rising and falling, but mostly a silence of disbelief. Their gazes were fixed on the tower, a symbol of glory and challenge, the turmoil in their hearts lingering. "My god, is this really the strength of a newcomer? It's terrifying!" A young man in magnificent attire exclaimed, his lips curling into an incredulous astonishment, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"In such a short time, he actually passed all six levels. It's simply a miracle!" Another old man, with white hair and beard and eyes that gleamed with wisdom, couldn't help but mutter to himself, his tone full of shock.

Among the spectators were many martial arts masters, even seasoned veterans, but at this moment, they were all dumbfounded, as if witnessing the dawn of a new era. Ye Chu's name spread like wildfire among the crowd, becoming the focus of heated discussion.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Just ten minutes later, when the melodious chimes of the bell at the top of the tower announced the ascent of another warrior, Ye Chu's name was etched into the history of the Martial Arts God Tower. He had charged all the way to the sixth floor, a place where even grandmasters had to proceed with caution and tread carefully, but he seemed to stroll leisurely, without pausing for a moment.

"Impossible! Even a grandmaster wouldn't be able to avoid such a dense array of challenges without stopping at all. How did he manage that?" A burly man in the crowd stared in disbelief, his voice hoarse with excitement. His eyes held both awe and a hint of resentment, as if questioning fate about why such a miracle hadn't happened to him.

Ye Chu's heroic act was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

However, within this dark and profound sixth level of the secret realm, Ye Chu's figure appeared increasingly unsteady. His chest heaved violently, each breath a struggle against his limits, his panting revealing both his exhaustion and his indomitable spirit. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the heavy sound of his footsteps and the occasional roar of a demonic beast breaking the deathly silence.

The demonic beasts here seemed summoned from an endless abyss; they showed no fear, no weariness, only a thirst for blood and victory. Ye Chu's sword flashed, each swing accompanied by the mournful cry of a falling beast, blood splattering and staining his clothes, yet it did nothing to slow the surging tide of beasts. Even as he relentlessly killed them, it was as if an invisible hand was manipulating things behind the scenes; new beasts always filled the gaps in the shortest time, an endless, inexhaustible force.

In that instant when despair and hope intertwined, a chilling fluctuation suddenly surged in the air. Ye Chu's heart tightened, and before he could turn around, a colossal creature leaped out of the darkness—a massive serpent, its body entirely black, its scales shimmering with an eerie light. Its eyes were like abysses, cold and merciless, and it opened its blood-red maw, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression, as it suddenly attacked Ye Chu.

Faced with this sudden crisis, a resolute glint flashed in Ye Chu's eyes. He knew he had no way out but to fight back. So, he gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as if he were squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body. Violent qi swirled wildly around him, like a vortex in a storm, engulfing everything around him.

With a deafening roar, Ye Chu's fist seemed to come alive, transforming into a colossal divine dragon that roared forth, traversing space and radiating a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine. The dragon's scales shimmered with golden light, each one like a sharp blade, capable of cleaving through the void. The massive Dragon-Shaking Spring was the culmination of this divine dragon's full power, crashing down with earth-shattering force towards the black serpent.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the entire sixth floor. The massive black serpent, struck by the Dragon-Shaking Spring, was sent flying, crashing through the surrounding stone walls, letting out a defiant roar—a roar filled with both rage and resigned surrender to fate.

As the dust settled, Ye Chu stood still, still catching his breath, but his eyes shone with an indomitable light, as if declaring to this endless challenge: I, Ye Chu, will never give up!

In that vast and boundless天地 (heaven and earth), an ancient and long voice seemed to transcend the shackles of time and space, resounding and vibrating in every inch of space, and also resonating in Ye Chu's heartstrings. This voice was like the low murmur of an ancient god, or the deepest secret of the world, causing Ye Chu to involuntarily stop in his tracks, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist, staring directly at the towering Martial Arts Divine Tower in front of him.

Ye Chu gasped for breath, sweat streaming down his resolute face, dripping onto the ground and instantly rising in wisps of steam. His clothes were already soaked through, clinging to his skin and outlining his lean yet powerful physique. He never imagined that the sixth level of the Martial Arts Tower would conceal so many demonic beasts. Some were exceptionally ferocious, others cunning and unpredictable; each one was enough to deter countless martial artists. Yet, with his unwavering will and extraordinary strength, he had defeated them all.

"Finally... I cleared it." Ye Chu's voice was slightly hoarse, but filled with undisguised excitement and pride. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the surging true energy within his body—the power he had gained after countless brushes with death, the best proof of his endless pursuit of martial arts. A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with desire and anticipation for the unknown challenges ahead.

"Let's take a look at the seventh level," Ye Chu murmured to himself, his voice soft yet unwavering. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving as if he were drawing in all the spiritual energy of the world to calm his wildly beating heart. This breath seemed to be an affirmation of his past efforts and a declaration of war against the challenges to come.

Ye Chu felt genuinely relieved to have passed the sixth level. Along the way, he had experienced so much; every life-or-death struggle, every narrow escape, had strengthened his resolve on the path of martial arts. Now, standing at the end of the sixth level, gazing at the staircase leading to higher levels, his heart was filled not only with pride but also with anticipation and longing for the future.

Immediately, Ye Chu's gaze hardened once more. His muttered words echoed through the empty tower, seemingly encouraging himself, or perhaps declaring his resolve to this ancient Martial Arts Tower.

……

"Look! Ye Chu has actually passed the sixth level!" This exclamation was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in the crowd and drawing everyone's attention to the towering Martial Arts Divine Tower. Ye Chu's figure flashed past the end of the sixth level, and then a dazzling light burst forth from the tower, announcing that he had once again surpassed everyone's understanding.

"He's entered the seventh level!" Immediately following, an even more shocking message arrived, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. Disbelief filled the faces of the people, who gasped, as if even breathing had become difficult. The Martial Arts Tower, a place hailed as a sacred ground of martial arts, was filled with endless challenges and dangers at every level. Yet Ye Chu, this young man from Zhenhai City, was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, breaking through his own limits time and time again, advancing towards higher realms.

"As expected of Ye Chu from Zhenhai City, his reputation precedes him; he truly possesses exceptional skills." Someone in the crowd murmured in admiration, their words filled with respect and envy. Ye Chu's name, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminates the hearts of countless martial arts practitioners. Every success he achieves seems to prove to the world that as long as one has a dream in their heart and a path under their feet, nothing is impossible.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their voices rising and falling like a grand symphony. And within this symphony, Ye Chu's figure, like the main melody, guided the entire movement.

Meanwhile, the others who had successfully completed the trial also emerged, their faces devoid of joy or pride, instead all pale and shaken. They had just endured a life-or-death ordeal, narrowly escaping those terrifying monsters. Had they not been within the Martial Arts Tower, and their existence merely an illusion, they would likely have already fallen into the monsters' jaws, becoming their prey.

Recalling those thrilling moments, they still felt a lingering fear. The Martial Arts Tower, this seemingly calm but actually turbulent sacred place, tested every cultivator who stepped into it in its own way. And Ye Chu was undoubtedly the one who went the furthest and was the most stable in this test.

Outside the Martial Arts Tower, the crowd gazed at the tower with anticipation and curiosity. They wanted to know just how far this young man from Zhenhai City could go.