Chapter 621: Holy Dragon Sect

Chapter 626: Holy Dragon Sect

The Holy Dragon Sect is a sect whose overall strength is not inferior to the four lower sects.

However, like the four lower sects, the Holy Dragon Sect has never produced a Titled Douluo, so even if the sect has more than a thousand disciples and is strong, it can only hover at the threshold of the top sects.

The Holy Dragon Sect is located in the Aishri Province of the Principality of Fabas in the Xingluo Empire, adjacent to the Barak Kingdom on the border of the Tiandou Empire.

There is a huge gate standing at the entrance, towering like clouds. You need to look up to see its full view. The simple bronze door frame is full of complicated inscriptions. Only the dragon head hanging above the door is still the same. Although it has also experienced the baptism of time, its appearance has not been affected at all. It is obviously extraordinary.

This is the blood symbol that the Holy Dragon Sect is proud of, the legendary white-armored holy dragon.

Many well-dressed disciples passed through the bronze gate and walked into the ancient but imposing sect residence.

Today is the semi-annual sect competition. Except for the disciples stationed outside, most of the disciples who went out to travel have returned.

It's just strange that the sect master who never missed any large-scale event was absent for the first time. Of course, this is just a small matter and no one will care. The disciples care more about the ranking rewards.

In the back mountain of Shenglong Sect, the sect master's study.

A two-meter-tall, white-clad, strong man walked in.

"Father, you are looking for me." Although Tuoba Yan was very confused about why his father summoned him on this important day, he still stood quietly aside.

Tuoba Xi nodded with satisfaction at his son's calmness.

"I have been walking on thin ice all my life, working diligently for the sect, and the sect has also cultivated me with the same attitude. I am proud to be born and raised in such a sect."

"But I have always had a regret over the years, that is, the sect has never produced a Titled Douluo. Ten years ago, I was already standing on the threshold of level 89, and it seemed that I was only one step away from level 90, but I knew very well that if I didn't have any opportunities, I would never be able to break through this thin barrier until I died."

"But now, the opportunity has finally arrived."

The predecessor who established the Holy Dragon Sect was a Soul Douluo who betrayed the Spirit Hall a hundred years ago and was protected by the Xingluo royal family.

This is the identity on the surface, but in fact it is just a self-directed and self-acted bitter drama of the Spirit Hall, in order to plant a hidden chess piece in the Xingluo Empire.

The Holy Dragon Sect has spent a hundred years to create an image of loyalty for itself, dispelling the suspicion of the empire's top leaders, so Tuoba Xi received the news of the Zhou family's son-in-law at the first time.

Whether there is a chance to get the guidance of Grandpa Zhou, there is hope to go further.

It is better to improve the reputation of the sect, make friends with knowledgeable people, and dig talents for the Spirit Hall.

No matter how you look at it, marriage has only advantages and no disadvantages.

Tuoba Xi looked at his son seriously, "Yan'er, it's time for you to dedicate yourself to the sect."

The huge pressure made Tuoba Yan breathless.

Although he was the son of the clan leader and had no shortage of resources, his talent was only above average among the younger generation of the sect. He practiced diligently until now, but he was still a long way from the Soul Emperor.

The future achievements can be seen at a glance, and it is a pity to eat and throw away.

However, as a tool for marriage, it can be considered barely presentable.

Just like now, he can't even move, can he shake his head and say no.

Seeing Tuoba Yan nodded with difficulty, Tuoba Xi showed relief in his eyes, "Very good, worthy of being my son, next I will ask a palace etiquette master to teach you, you go down and rest."

Walking out of the study, Tuoba Yan suddenly felt confused about his life, and suddenly remembered that when he was very young, he followed his father to attend an aristocratic dinner.

The adults achieved their interests in the coordination and interweaving, and the young ones played on the lawn. They were all the new generation of the family. This was the beginning of a lifelong friendship, and even the beginning of marriage.

And he had arranged a marriage with a girl without knowing it.

Now thinking about it, she should be happy that she didn't have to marry a stranger she had never met.

"The 42nd experiment begins."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded to the water clone beside him, took a deep breath, and carried the soul power of the spirit into the wreckage of the evil god again.

Noise, chaos, distortion.

The first thing that entered Wang Xiaofeng's ears was a roar that seemed to tear his consciousness apart.

This is the power of pollution.

Wang Xiaofeng and Dai Mubai were telling the truth. He did eliminate the ability of the wreckage to pollute the environment, but it did not include the instinctive counterattack when attacked.

After being weakened by the gourd, this power of pollution no longer led people to chaos, nor did it amplify the desires of human beings themselves.

In the chaos and distortion, the truth is hidden, which is the essential power of the evil god that has not completely dissipated.

It entered Wang Xiaofeng's consciousness along the spiritual connection, and then poured into his soul. At the same time, the reality of the world unfolded to Wang Xiaofeng.

Almost at this moment, Wang Xiaofeng felt as if his soul was pulled out of his body, and the whole world unfolded in his "vision" in a distorted form.

He saw his skin and blood vessels appear in his vision at the same time, saw the energy flowing in his body, and saw the "fluctuating" soul power routes flowing with the soul power.

Wang Xiaofeng had also used the spirit to "look inside" his body, but even the "vision" unfolded by the spirit had never shown the flow of these soul powers so clearly in front of him.

He could clearly see every tiny beat in those hair-thin soul power lines.

Every beat of these soul power lines seems to be stepping on some string at the bottom of the world, filled with a rhythm that is almost integrated into nature itself.

This proves that Wang Xiaofeng's soul power is operating normally.

He often looks inward and adjusts the route of his soul power so that it can flow smoothly without being blocked.

Although these soul power movement routes are perfect in small details, in the overall direction, it feels a little "violating" to him at this moment.

He couldn't explain clearly why it was inconsistent, but from a 'high-dimensional' perspective, he could detect that such an operation route was inconsistent.

He actually knew the source of the problem.

The skill secrets created by predecessors did not completely match him.

After all, there are no identical bodies in this world, and the bodies of previous people will not be exactly the same as his.

The length of limbs, the size of organs, slight differences add up to huge differences.

He consciously picked up the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and created a technique that was completely suitable for him. However, his cultivation was all figured out by himself by comparing the techniques and secrets he had learned with each other.

He knew that there must be something wrong with his cultivation method, but he didn't know where the problem was. Even an internal vision could only tell him where things were not running smoothly and could be adjusted slightly, but it would not tell him whether the soul power should be used. Should it run like this? Should it take this loop?

But in his current state, he could clearly feel the inconsistency of these circuits.

So he began to observe these routes carefully, and as his attention became more focused, the messy noises in his mind became louder. At the same time, he felt that his spirit was rapidly getting tired.

Even though he can resist contamination, he doesn't stay in this state for long.

He didn't know what was wrong with these running routes, so he could only start from the route that felt most inconsistent and make adjustments based on his 'intuition'.

This kind of adjustment tends to be time-consuming and laborious, but fortunately, he has a certain understanding of the soul power route flowing in his body, so the scope of "exhaustive" he needs to do is much smaller.

After trying it for the thirteenth time, he finally felt that the strong 'sense of disobedience' in this section of the soul power circuit disappeared.

Correspondingly, there is an ultimate sense of 'comfort', just like obsessive-compulsive disorder finally making two asymmetrical things symmetrical.

At the same time, he could feel that the flow of soul power in his body seemed to be 'speeding up' a bit.

At this moment, he felt his head dizzy, his consciousness pulled away from the remains of the evil god, and he fell backwards, falling on the chair that the clone had prepared.

The feeling of peering into the 'reality' and the high perspective disappeared instantly, leaving only a severe headache like tearing apart.

The roar of pollution, a severe headache, and some trance-like mental confusion rushed towards Wang Xiaofeng's consciousness one after another.

"How long did it last this time?"

"One minute, thirteen seconds, sixty-seven, I lasted 0.12 seconds longer than last time."

Moisture leaned forward and folded his hand down, stuffed it into the cup, and placed it in front of Wang Xiaofeng.

"They all said that water must be boiled before drinking." Wang Xiaofeng slumped on the chair and said in a hoarse voice.

But in the end, he drank up every drop of water in the cup.

Although the 'high position' perspective is good, it consumes too much mental energy, and there are hundreds of circuits in the body that need to be adjusted.

But fortunately, Wang Xiaofeng still took note of those routes that felt inconsistent.

He began to be careful, enduring the severe headache, and adjusted his route without having that kind of 'high-level' perspective.

Then he rested for a while, waiting until he recovered a little, and then immersed his consciousness in the wreckage again.

The next second, he once again entered the high-level 'omniscient' field of vision. This time, he just glanced at his body and immediately pulled out his consciousness.

This time, the overall sense of dissonance in the energy lines has not disappeared, but it can be clearly felt that the sense of dissonance in individual routes has disappeared.

So he continued to adjust the flow of the soul power route in his body. After adjusting, he immersed his consciousness in the wreckage and took a look to determine whether his direction was correct.

Time passed by, and when the sky was approaching dawn, all the soul power movement routes were finally adjusted to the most suitable position.

Wang Xiaofeng lay on the bed, breathing heavily, sweat sliding down his cheeks. His headache was still severe, even more severe, but he felt more comfortable than ever before.

It's like carrying a big mountain on your back all the time. My body is used to it, so it doesn't feel like anything special.

But now, that big mountain is gone, his body is liberated, and his whole body feels as light as stepping on the clouds.

His soul power operation efficiency has increased by at least 20%, and all body functions have been improved to a greater or lesser extent.

The biggest improvement is the cultivation speed. The soul power conversion efficiency has been at least doubled compared to before. In other words, as long as the spiritual energy is enough, the cultivation speed is doubled.

The quality and quantity of Wang Xiaofeng's own soul power is comparable to that of a level 80 Contra, so even with Moon Ooze and various resource stacks, his cultivation speed has never been very fast.

It was originally estimated that it would be possible to break through to the Soul Emperor in the fall of next year, but based on the current situation, we can try to break through this winter.

Finally I have made up for it a little bit. Tomorrow I will be slacking off at work again, maybe? I have some inspiration for a new book, but I don’t know whether to write a Star-Tetsu fanfiction or a Genshin Impact fanfiction. It seems that the protagonist setting will not be out of place either way.