jdhmnovel Chapter 266 Jiang Churan's Surprise
Chapter 266 Jiang Churan's Surprise
On the west side of the main peak, a giant tower soars into the clouds.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated before the Illusionary Demon Tower.
The yellowish-green tower is mottled and ancient, standing thirty-one stories high, like an ancient beast lying in wait, giving people a sense of weight and vastness.
At 3:45 AM, more than 300 disciples had gathered in the square in front of the tower.
Suddenly, a low commotion arose from the edge of the crowd.
"That's...Junior Sister Jiang?"
"It really is her! She's out of seclusion!"
The entire square instantly erupted in excitement.
All eyes turned to the figure in pure white emerging from the mist.
It was Jiang Churan.
She wore a flowing fairy dress, her black hair cascading down her back, held up only by a white jade hairpin, with a few stray strands clinging to her snow-white neck.
As her skirt fluttered gently in the morning breeze, she appeared as ethereal as moonlight falling from the clouds.
"My goodness... In just two months, Junior Sister Jiang's aura has become even more ethereal!"
"It's not just her aura! Just feel the presence around her... I feel like she's improved by more than a notch since the last time I saw her?"
"Could she have broken through again? Impossible... A sixteen-year-old at the early stage of Martial King is already terrifying enough, let alone breaking through again..."
"As expected of the sect leader's exceptionally chosen disciple, his talent is truly terrifying!"
The crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.
Some of the younger disciples subconsciously straightened their clothes, their eyes burning with desire but not daring to look directly at each other.
Several inner sect prodigies held their breath, their eyes fixed on that beautiful figure, as if seeing her for even a second longer was a blessing.
The female disciple, after comparing herself to the man in secret, lowered her head in shame, feeling inferior.
This is Jiang Churan's current situation in the Xuantian Sect.
Having only been a student for a year, he has already become an unattainable ideal in the hearts of countless disciples.
Two months ago, her feat of repelling Shen Ming with a single palm strike in the Law Enforcement Hall had already spread throughout the entire sect, astonishing everyone in the sect.
Breaking through to the Martial King level at the age of sixteen—such talent is rare even in the entire ten-thousand-year history of the Xuantian Sect; he truly stands out among his peers.
However, if they find out...
Jiang Churan has now broken through to the late stage of Martial King in just two months. I wonder what she thinks about that.
"They say seeing is believing, and today I met Junior Sister Jiang. She is indeed extraordinary and not comparable to ordinary women."
At the front of the crowd, a handsome young man took a deep breath, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and smiled:
"My name is Zhao Qinghe. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope Junior Sister Jiang will forgive me if I have disturbed you."
Jiang Churan paused slightly, glanced at him, nodded slightly, and showed no intention of speaking.
Seeing the girl's somewhat indifferent attitude, Zhao Qinghe smiled awkwardly and took the initiative to start a conversation, saying, "Junior Sister Jiang, are you going to challenge the tower today?"
His voice was soft, yet it carried a hint of barely concealed nervousness.
For some reason, with his true disciples ranking in the top 30 and his cultivation at the mid-stage of the Martial King realm, he was able to achieve this.
In front of this junior sister who had only recently joined the sect, he felt an almost instinctive sense of stagnation and pressure, which made him unconsciously slow down his breathing.
The feeling came out of nowhere, yet it was crystal clear.
Ultimately, he could only attribute this absurd sense of oppression to his momentary tension and excitement, which led to a delusion.
After all, how could Junior Sister Jiang, a newly recruited disciple who had just entered the sect, with shallow cultivation, possibly put pressure on herself?
"Ah."
Jiang Churan finally spoke, sparing her words.
One word: clear and cold, like an ice spring striking a stone.
Zhao Qinghe, however, was overjoyed and quickly stepped aside, saying, "Junior Sister, please! If you need anything, just let me know."
Seeing this, the surrounding disciples did not think Jiang Churan was arrogant at all; on the contrary, they thought it was only natural.
With talent, strength, and beauty surpassing all her peers, how many men could remain unmoved by such a stunning woman?
Jiang Churan didn't care about what others thought.
Instead, he walked straight toward the three-zhang-tall bluish-gray stone tablet in front of the tower.
The surface of the stele is as smooth as a mirror, and the three large ancient seal characters at the top exude the weight of time in the morning light.
The Mysterious Heaven Ranking.
The ranking rules for the list are known to everyone.
The rankings were determined by a combination of four factors: age, skill level, number of levels, and time taken. A total of three thousand people participated.
Those who made the list are all exceptionally talented individuals in the ten-thousand-year history of the Xuantian Sect.
Jiang Churan stood quietly in front of the monument, her gaze sweeping over it from bottom to top.
300th: Zhou Yuan, 26 years old, late stage of King Martial, 24th floor, took one hour and three quarters (900 years ago).
No. 200:…
100th place: ...
The girl's gaze finally settled on the top of the list.
10th place: Bei Jun, 23 years old, mid-stage Martial King, 25th floor, time taken: one hour and five quarters (1700 years ago)
.........
Third place: Dongfang Han, 25 years old, Martial King Perfection, 26th level (Martial Venerable level), took two hours (5,800 years ago).
Second place: Ye Tianyun, 23 years old, early stage of Martial Venerable, 28th level, time taken: one hour and three quarters (6,000 years ago).
When her gaze fell upon the name at the very top, her breath hitched slightly.
First place: Chen Xuanfeng, 26 years old, Martial Venerable Perfection, 30th floor, time: half an hour...
"Chen Xuanfeng..."
Jiang Churan silently recited the name in her heart, her emotions surging.
This is a name full of legend, a name that all members of the Xuantian Sect will never forget.
The founding patriarch of the Xuantian Sect!
He appeared out of nowhere ten thousand years ago, and before he was even a hundred years old, he fought against the Lord of the Holy Land and was defeated. He became famous in one battle, which shocked the entire Eastern Wilderness.
Later, he founded his own sect, establishing the Xuantian Sect.
Legend has it that the top floor of the Illusionary Demon Tower, the thirty-first floor, contains his most precious inheritance, which can create an unparalleled powerhouse!
Unfortunately, for thousands of years, no one has ever truly set foot there.
To enter the hidden thirty-first level, there is only one condition:
Break the record left by the patriarch on the Xuan Tian Ranking and become the top!
Looking at the dazzling record at the top of the list, Jiang Churan's eyes filled with complex emotions.
In her past life, one of her biggest regrets was that she was unable to challenge this legend.
It's not because I lack talent.
She was absolutely confident that, given enough time, she could break this record, reach the top of the list, and step into the thirty-first floor.
Rather, it's because... the chaos caused by the demons came too early.
In her previous life, she entered the sect at the age of sixteen, cultivated diligently for three years, and reached the peak of the Martial King at the age of nineteen. On her last attempt to break through the tower, she reached the twenty-sixth floor and ranked third.
However, during one of her training expeditions, the Xuantian Sect was attacked by the demon race.
The protective array around the mountain collapsed, and thousands of demonic cultivators stormed into the mountain gate, causing heavy losses to the sect.
Although at the last moment, the current patriarch of the Xuantian Sect rushed out of the forbidden area, and with the help of Xia Gucheng, the leader of the Misty Peak, they turned the tide and repelled the demon army.
But the Phantom Demon Tower, which had stood for ten thousand years, was still forcibly pulled out by a sky-covering demonic hand and disappeared into the horizon.
Since then, the Xuantian Sect has suffered a severe blow and fallen out of the ranks of first-class sects.
In order to pursue a higher level of cultivation, she had to leave the sect ahead of schedule.
"This time, it will never happen again!"
Jiang Churan gently stroked the stone tablet with her slender fingers, her eyes resolute. "I must obtain the ancestral master's legacy!"
In this life, she was already in the late stage of King Wu at the age of sixteen, two years earlier than in her previous life, which was enough to change many outcomes.
However, just as she was about to look away...
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar name in the middle of the list.
Li Wudao, sixteen years old, peak of the Blood Transformation Realm, fifteenth level, one hundred and twenty-five breaths.
Ranked 498th on the Xuan Tian Ranking!
Jiang Churan froze.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on the line of words, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, a look of surprise and astonishment flashing across them.
Her previous record for conquering the tower was 999th.
At that time, she scanned the list of those ranked below one thousand and naturally assumed that Li Wudao was not on the list, but little did she know...
Li Wudao's ranking is so high, even much higher than hers?!
Jiang Churan clenched her fists, and the image of the boy who always had a lazy smile appeared in her mind, his handsome face flickering.
She felt that Li Wudao in this life was like a fog, and she could hardly understand him anymore.