Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister Chapter 1071 - 533: I’m Pissed Off!

After Zhan Tian departed.

The countenances of the trio were bleak. They were indeed conscious of this matter, but in light of the circumstances, they had no recourse but to endure.

A considerable duration elapsed!

Duke Liu directed his gaze toward the National Preceptor, appearing to wish to convey something but finding himself hesitant.

The National Preceptor slightly lifted his eyelids, responding, "Do not inquire of me; I possess no knowledge of the specific arrangements His Majesty has orchestrated."

With those words spoken, he closed his eyes once more.

What he had stated was the unvarnished truth. Emperor Yu harbored his own strategic designs, ones that the National Preceptor could surmise, but regarding the precise details?

The machinations of an Emperor were not so easily fathomed.

...

Within the confines of Qixuan Hall.

A beam of golden light descended, subsequently integrating itself into Emperor Yu's physique.

In that instant, an additional presence manifested within his consciousness.

"The elder has awakened at a most opportune moment!"

Emperor Yu gazed outward from Qixuan Hall, his expression resolute. This time, his determination to eradicate all these perilous zones was unshakeable.

Even if his endeavor were to falter, he would harbor no lingering regrets!

However...

His attention then shifted to the battle dispatches originating from the Blood Cry Realm.

The immense pressure emanating from that sector was undeniable.

It was imperative that he provide that elder with a semblance of hope; the disparity in strength between the opposing factions could not be excessively vast, lest, given the elder's disposition, he refrain from intervening.

"Summon someone!"

"Your Majesty calls!"

....

Within the Celestial Eye Forest.

Seated upon the ground, he observed the two nascent seedlings that had only just emerged from the soil, not yet exceeding an inch in height.

"Five days have already passed, and their growth is distressingly slow," Chen Xuan murmured to himself.

Drawing upon the recollections within Lan Yanlin's memory, the initial development of the primordial seedlings was characterized by remarkable swiftness, reaching a stature of three to four inches within a mere handful of days.

Upon the seedlings attaining a height of five inches, they were to be nurtured with vital blood.

This particular juncture was also deemed the most critical, as it was then that the ultimate grade of the primordial seedlings would be definitively established.

The superior the grade, the greater the quantity of spiritual energy they could absorb from the Spirit Land, and consequently, the more rapid their growth!

Consider Qingsui's case; despite the passage of years, his primordial seedling had only attained a height of half a meter.

This was considered a respectable outcome, given its medium grade; otherwise, even reaching half a meter would have been an impossibility.

Time meandered onward, and ere long, night descended.

Although the Celestial Eye Forest lacked the presence of a sun, it experienced cycles analogous to the external world, with distinct periods of day and night.

At this juncture, Chen Xuan, still seated on the ground, was engaged in the process of stimulating his acupoints.

"Hmm?"

Chen Xuan's eyes suddenly snapped open.

He perceived, within the Spirit Pool, the emergence of luminous specks, which coalesced into two streams of light, subsequently flowing towards him.

"What could these be?"

Even as he pondered this enigma, the destination of these luminous streaks was revealed to be the two primordial seedlings.

They alighted upon the seedlings, then seamlessly merged into them.

As an increasing volume of these lights integrated, he could distinctly sense the rapid proliferation of the seedlings.

This continued until the first light of dawn appeared.

Subsequently, the luminous specks vanished.

The two seedlings had, astonishingly, grown to a height exceeding two inches.

They had augmented their height by more than an inch over the course of a single night!

"What entity resides within those lights?" Chen Xuan could not refrain from posing the question aloud.

Throughout the preceding night, he had maintained a vigilant observation, yet neither his Spiritual Power nor his Telepathic Sense could penetrate the nature of these phenomena.

Furthermore, he was wholly certain that this was not some form of esoteric energy.

"Never mind, it is a beneficial occurrence nonetheless!" Chen Xuan exclaimed with a chuckle.

He found himself contemplating whether this phenomenon would recur on the ensuing night.

Should it manifest again, then after a few more nights, it ought to suffice.

Following that, he would be able to administer the vital blood nourishment.

What precisely lay concealed within that Spirit Pool?

Chen Xuan pivoted, directing his gaze toward the Spirit Pool situated approximately one hundred meters distant, a sense of curiosity piqued within him!

According to the knowledge gleaned from Lan Yanlin's memories, anything other than primordial seedlings that ventured into the Spirit Pool would be instantaneously dissolved.

As per the historical accounts preserved by the Tree-man Race, there once existed a prodigy who, disbelieving these accounts, forced his way into the Spirit Pool to unearth its secrets, but survived only for a fleeting few breaths.

He was subsequently consumed by dissolution.

"It is of no consequence! It is still not worth risking such a peril!"

Despite possessing a robust physical constitution, one comparable in strength to the eighth level, he resolved against venturing forth.

That very night!

Precisely as Chen Xuan had anticipated, the Spirit Pool once again emanated luminous specks, which coalesced into two streams of light.

Following another night's passage!

The primordial seedlings achieved a height of approximately three and a half inches.

Concurrently, the intrinsic connection between the seedlings and Chen Xuan experienced a perceptible strengthening.

This development mirrored the sensations experienced by Zhan Tian, who was presently stationed at the ingress of the Blood Cry Realm.

However, at this precise moment, he perceived himself teetering on the precipice of madness.

What in the blazes was transpiring!

This inexplicable sense of connection, what devilry was it, growing more potent with each passing moment!

"Boom!"

Agitated and fraught with restlessness, his entire being convulsed, instantaneously reducing the entirety of his tent to mere dust.

This startling disturbance immediately drew the attention of the nearby Duke Yuan, who swiftly materialized, inquiring, "What is amiss?"

"Nothing of consequence!"

"My disposition is merely displeased!"

Duke Yuan regarded him with an odd expression. A 'bad mood'?!

However, seeing that Duke Yuan was troubled by the old fiend from the Blood Race, he offered words of comfort, "Everything will resolve itself; try not to fret too much."

"You expect me to handle that old fiend?"

Duke Yuan was rendered speechless, his attempt to console met with such a response.

"Just forget I said anything! Do as you please!"

With that, he departed without allowing Zhan Tian a chance to reply.

The old fiend of the Blood Race was far too formidable; he knew his own limitations, and there was no wavering from a 'no'.

He had to concede!

Though it stung his pride, he had no other recourse!

Another night concluded!

The two precious seedlings had now grown to four and a half inches!

"Nearly there, so close!"

Chen Xuan murmured to himself as he observed the burgeoning sprouts.

Just one more nightfall would seal the deal, and perhaps a few more hours would suffice.

Suddenly!

His gaze snapped upwards, spotting a figure rapidly approaching.

Hong Ling!

Chen Xuan instinctively rose, positioning himself to shield the two vulnerable seedlings.

"Qingsui!"

Hong Ling's expression shifted dramatically; he had not anticipated encountering Chen Xuan here.

"What business do you have here?"

Concurrently, Chen Xuan's attention remained fixed on the seedlings cradled in his arms.

"Where are you taking those sprouts? To the Spirit Pool, perhaps... or somewhere else?"

"Hmph!"

Hong Ling scoffed derisively, "What concern is it of yours?"

"But your..."

Casting a quick glance over Hong Ling, he noted the absence of his own seedlings, "Where are your sprouts?"

"You haven't found them yet?"

"Idiot!"

Chen Xuan retorted with a cold sneer, mocking the sheer foolishness of the question.