The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Yu Wuxing hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said: "Why wouldn’t I dare?! I have a piece of Deep Sea Cold Iron here; what will you wager?"

Yun Yazi was clearly surprised by Yu Wuxing’s swift agreement and was taken aback.

After a brief silence, he exclaimed in surprise: "You are truly generous; do you have confidence in winning?"

Yu Wuxing chuckled: "Old Man Yun, just tell me if you’re in or out!"

Yun Yazi gritted his teeth fiercely: "In that case, I have a Thousand-Year Vermilion Fruit here; let’s use it as the wager!"

Yu Wuxing laughed heartily: "Then let’s wait and see!"

After the two placed their bets, they fell silent, standing quietly in the Void, waiting for the test to end.

A moment later, the deep voice of the cultivator responsible for the assessment echoed, signaling the end of the test.

Everyone withdrew their Spiritual Sense from the Medicine Stele and hurriedly sat down to recover their depleted Spiritual Sense.

The Medicine Stele flickered brightly, quickly completing the final ranking.

Yun Yazi watched for a while, then touched his beard, laughing somewhat triumphantly: "Old Man Yu, are you ready to concede defeat?"

Yu Wuxing smiled calmly and lightly replied: "It’s still uncertain who will win or lose!"

The two elders stopped speaking, quietly watching the Medicine Stele, waiting for the final result, clearly very concerned.

Yang Yan also opened his eyes at this time, focusing on the Medicine Stele and waiting for the final result.

Despite having a Spiritual Sense comparable to Divinity Transformation, he felt dizzy due to the intense identification within the Medicine Stele space.

Ultimately, even he didn’t know how many he identified; now he could only focus and wait for the final result.

As the light on the stele flared brightly, everyone instinctively looked away.

Once the light gradually faded, the rankings slowly appeared.

The scene instantly erupted into an uproar.

Even the two elders in the Void were rendered speechless in shock.

At the top of the stele, there appeared a large line of characters:

Yang Yan, eight hundred and fifty thousand spiritual medicines.

It’s said there’s no injury without comparison.

Everyone had such a strong reaction because his score was twenty thousand higher than the second place!

The large golden characters, flashing like the Ancient Divine Mountain, weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts, leaving them breathless.

Yun Yazi’s voice trembled as he asked Yu Wuxing: "Old Man Yu, what did you say earlier? What’s the most you could identify?!"

Yu Wuxing calmed his violently fluctuating spirit and slowly said: "The most I could identify is eight hundred and twenty thousand spiritual medicines!"

Yun Yazi transmitted his voice to Yu Wuxing: "Eight hundred and twenty thousand... He surpassed you by thirty thousand! What kind of prodigy is this?!"

"I observed his bone age to be under a hundred years, with Spiritual Power comparable only to Foundation Establishment. Yet he possesses a Divinity Transformation body."

Yun Yazi suddenly chuckled and said: "Old Man Yu, stop dodging the topic; you lost this time, didn’t you?!"

Yu Wuxing snorted coldly: "You cunning Old Man Yun, you bet on this kid winning, didn’t you?! Seems I’ve fallen for your trap!"

After some grumbling, he flipped his palm, and the Deep Sea Cold Iron appeared in his hand.

Yun Yazi took it, carefully stroking it, then turned to Yu Wuxing and said: "What do you plan to do with him?"

Yu Wuxing waved his sleeve and squinted his eyes: "If he truly has ability, I might even give him the Ancient Pill Formula!"

At this time, seeing the numbers on the Medicine Stele, Yang Yan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

I didn’t expect there were still so many spiritual medicines I don’t know; truly one learns till old age. Seems I need to strive more in the future.

Of course, if Yu Wuxing heard this, he’d probably be livid enough to go after Yang Yan.

Think of Yu Wuxing, over a thousand years old, constantly surrounded by various spiritual medicines, yet he only knows eighty-two thousand spiritual medicines.

Yang Yan, a cultivator of less than thirty years, having a Divinity Transformation physique is one thing, since that’s likely talent.

But to also recognize so many spiritual medicines, how should he, a sect leader steeped in medicine for a lifetime, cope?!

The other passing cultivators fiercely remembered Yang Yan.

Especially the second place, though smiling on the surface, their gaze carried a hint of resentment.

Yang Yan seemed oblivious.

To these resentful gazes, he truly couldn’t care less.

Because these people were originally obstacles to his return, he was meant to kick them aside ruthlessly.

Now pulling some hate unintentionally, as long as they come at him, he would have no qualms when striking decisively in the future.

Yang Yan stood proudly, saying nothing, quietly waiting for Feather Spirit Sect to announce the next test’s time.

The cultivator in charge of the assessment was also shocked, standing dazed for a long time before regaining composure.

Thinking of announcing the second round’s time, he calmed his spirit and said:

"Seven days later, the second round will be held. This is the Spirit Cultivation Technique; ponder it these days and await the test seven days later."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, sending thousands of Jade Scrolls flying before everyone.

Yang Yan casually reached out, capturing a Jade Scroll and, without looking much, began moving away.

As he turned to leave, Yang Yan indeed sensed several Spiritual Senses secretly locking onto him, a sinister cold smile curling at his lips.

So long as these guys can’t resist moving, the next test will be less troublesome.

His spirit stirred, his form flickered, heading toward a desolate region.

Yet he did not use any Spiritual Power or Space Technique, relying solely on physical strength to burst forth.

His physique was strong enough; otherwise, such high-intensity sprinting would be impossible.

Behind, seeing Yang Yan suddenly leave, everyone hurried in pursuit.

Feeling the presence behind him, Yang Yan’s speed increased a few notches, with the pursuers putting their all to maintain the chase.

Yun Yazi said to Yu Wuxing: "Aren’t you going to check on this junior? If he suddenly perishes, it’d be a real loss!"

Yu Wuxing raised a brow, his form flickered, disappearing into the clear sky.

At this time, Yun Yazi heard Yu Wuxing’s voice in his ear: "If he’s this weak, he’d probably be dead long ago. He must have thought of an escape route to dare to come here, so why worry?"

Yun Yazi paused slightly, then shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Seems he really worried too much.

So his form gradually faded, soon vanishing into the Void.

Yang Yan was sprinting rapidly when a burst of azure light, fast as a meteor, came roaring.

Yang Yan sidestepped, simultaneously crushing the azure light with one palm.

A black-robed cultivator behind him was horrified, then his form trembled, spurting a large mouthful of blood.

Yang Yan abruptly stopped, turning to face the many sprinting cultivators behind him.