The Most Powerful Bodyguard

The cultivator across, the most powerful one, was the first to settle his stance. His gaze, blazing, fixed on Yang Yan, and he spoke coldly:

"Yang, you sure know how to find a burial ground for yourself. First place isn’t so easy to get, why don’t you just obediently become a dead first place!"

Yang Yan snorted coldly, straightening his garment: "Just you riffraff? If that’s all, it’s better to kick you off sooner!"

As his words fell, he suddenly vanished from his position.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the leading cultivator.

Boom!

With a punch, a trace of black emerged faintly in the void.

Although the cultivator took defensive action, even enhancing with Spiritual Power protection, it was in vain before Yang Yan’s iron fist, instantly slicing him into a mist of blood like chopping vegetables.

The other cultivators, who had been glaring greedily, changed their expressions and prepared to flee far away.

But, alas, Yang Yan wouldn’t let them have their way.

His figure flickered, ghost-like, appearing beside them.

Bang, bang, bang...

As the iron fists continued to strike, those cultivators kept turning into blood mist.

Moreover, before the mist could disperse, it was absorbed into the fissures in the void, until there wasn’t even a trace of the smell of blood left in the air.

Yang Yan shook off the bloodstains from his fist, his clothes still untainted by dust.

He glanced faintly at the distance.

The crowd afar, as if watched by a prehistoric beast, were instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Looking again, Yang Yan had disappeared without a trace.

Seven days later, Yang Yan arrived punctually before the Feather Spirit Sect’s entrance.

During these seven days, Yang Yan meticulously comprehended the Spirit Cultivation Technique but still did not have absolute confidence.

At this moment, the Feather Spirit Sect entrance had already changed. Platforms of stone had risen on the square.

Additionally, apart from the Nascent Soul cultivator from the other day, there were two elders beside him.

The Nascent Soul cultivator stood respectfully by, no longer as spirited as that day, appearing somewhat on edge.

Yang Yan slightly extended his Spiritual Sense, unexpectedly instantly noticed.

Yet, in that instant, Yang Yan discerned both elders were in the late stage of Divinity Transformation.

One of the elders smiled slightly at him, appearing very amicable.

While the other was expressionless, his thoughts unknown.

Yang Yan retracted his Spiritual Sense, quietly sitting cross-legged on the stone platform waiting for the assessment to begin.

The Nascent Soul cultivator sought instruction from the expressionless elder, who nodded slightly.

Only then did the cultivator dare to stand out and announced loudly: "The second round of assessment, cultivate Spiritual Medicine! This time’s Spiritual Medicine is the Ancient Stone Flower, lasting two hours. Start now."

Simultaneously, he flicked his sleeve, scattering many seeds that accurately landed before each cultivator.

Yang Yan noticed the other cultivators were all with solemn faces, gazing at the Spiritual Medicine Seeds.

Of course, there were also some who had already begun cultivating the seeds.

Yang Yan still had not taken action, closely observing the Spiritual Medicine Seeds in his hands.

The surface appeared gray-black, but when pinched, it was extremely tenacious.

With Yang Yan’s strength, he still couldn’t budge it.

Yang Yan placed it on the stone platform before him, covered it with the Spiritual Soil provided by the Feather Spirit Sect, carefully pondering the details in the Spirit Cultivation Technique.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Yan pinched a Spell, controlling the remaining Spiritual Power within himself, enveloped in Wish Power, probing toward the seed.

He carefully manipulated the Spiritual Power, while splitting a thread of Spiritual Power to penetrate the seed’s interior.

Yang Yan meticulously manipulated the Spiritual Power enveloped by Wish Power, nourishing the Ancient Stone Flower seed’s inner life gradually.

However, Yang Yan quickly paused.

Not just Yang Yan, others did the same.

They realized no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t stimulate the seed’s life force.

At this moment, Yun Yazi humorously said to Yu Wuxing: "Don’t you think you’ve gone too far? Bringing out Ancient Stone Flower seeds. Although these seeds are incredibly hard to cultivate, their value is considerable. You’re really generous, throwing out so many at once."

Yu Wuxing said indifferently: "Rather than letting them mold in my hands, why not bring them out for a contribution? No one knows if the Ancient Stone Flower will bloom again."

The Ancient Stone Flower was an exceptionally important Spiritual Medicine in Ancient Times, able to refine Spirit Pills ensuring cultivators to form Golden Core with certainty.

But after Ancient Times, the world underwent drastic changes, causing the Ancient Stone Flower to lose its activity suddenly, unable to bloom, leaving only hard seeds, passed down till today.

Even if one could successfully cultivate it, it couldn’t blossom.

Yang Yan felt anxious, but knew that rushing wouldn’t help, forcing him to calm down and continue nurturing the seed.

As time passed, Yang Yan’s Spiritual Sense seemed to merge into the seed.

He gradually felt himself become like the seed, experiencing a lengthy passage of time with the Ancient Stone Flower.

Yang Yan, like the Ancient Stone Flower, experienced the end of Ancient Times, the dissipation of Spiritual Qi, depriving the Ancient Stone Flower of sufficient nourishment, gradually withering, leaving seeds behind, passed down to this day.

Yang Yan sensed the urge of the Ancient Stone Flower to bloom, inevitably infected, forcefully expelling a wisp of Immortal Power wrapped in Wish Power from his body, probing into the Ancient Stone Flower.

This was an extremely arduous process.

Wish Power was frantically scorched by Immortal Power, in a brief moment consuming at least a quarter of Yang Yan’s Wish Power.

Nonetheless, such an attempt was absolutely worthwhile.

When Wish Power had been exhausted, Immortal Power exploded within the seed.

Instantly, blue-green light glowed on the gray-black surface of the Ancient Stone Flower seed, bursting with life power.

Success!

Yet the greater the success, the less careless Yang Yan dared to be.

He cautiously felt every change in the seed, sinking into a prolonged wait.

Time flowed on, and Yang Yan’s seed gradually sprouted roots and shoots.

Meanwhile, other cultivators’ seeds had, under the forceful stimulation of the Nascent Soul stage’s Spiritual Power, grown branches, all nearly a foot high.

Yang Yan was oblivious, still indulging in the wondrous atmosphere.

Yun Yazi watched from afar, jokingly said: "This little guy hasn’t made it sprout leaves yet, seems he’s going to lose."

Yu Wuxing’s expression became stern, eyes subtly revealing excitement: "Old chap, observe closely his seed."

Yun Yazi was slightly startled, quickly releasing Spiritual Sense towards Yang Yan’s seed.

Suddenly, he too couldn’t help but freeze on the spot.

"The Ancient Stone Flower has truly come to life, it has triggered the slumbering life force of the Ancient Stone Flower."

Subsequently, the two elders attentively focused on Yang Yan’s seed.

Time slipped away bit by bit, before they knew it, two hours had passed.

Just as the cultivator prepared to announce the end, Yu Wuxing coldly glanced at him.

The cultivator felt rigid all over, mouth agape, utterly motionless.