Chapter 35: Profound Realm Fifth Level

"Is there anyone among you skilled in array formations?" Nangong Yan called out. "If someone can break this grand array, I will allow them to enter the main hall first." As Nangong Yan's voice faded, many disciples skilled in array formations stepped forward, one after another, to attempt to breach it. However, the difficulty of this array far exceeded their expectations. All the disciples who tried returned unsuccessful. "Xueqing, stay close to me," Yang Lingchen whispered into Feng Xueqing's ear. "I'll take you to break the array." "You can break arrays?" Feng Xueqing's beautiful eyes showed a hint of curiosity. "There's a lot your man can do!" Yang Lingchen said, pulling Feng Xueqing towards the entrance of the grand hall. Just then, Nangong Yan spotted Yang Lingchen, and her eyes instantly turned cold. "You scoundrel, you're dead today!" "Stop!" Yang Lingchen quickly interjected. "I can break the array!" "I don't care if you can break it or not, I just want to kill you!" Nangong Yan declared, swinging her sword directly at Yang Lingchen. Yang Lingchen swiftly made a gesture with his left hand, pulling Feng Xueqing into the array in an instant. "Come on! Come and hit me!" Yang Lingchen stood inside the array, provocatively looking at Nangong Yan. *Clang... Clang... Clang...!* Nangong Yan was enraged by Yang Lingchen's taunts and furiously attacked the grand array. "My apologies, everyone," Yang Lingchen called out with a smile. "I originally intended to break the array and bring you all in, but you can only blame her!" With that, he led Feng Xueqing deeper into the hall. "Nangong Yan, you must give us an explanation for this!" "That's right, Nangong Yan! Because of your personal vendetta, everyone else is locked out. What do you intend to do?" Suddenly, leaders from the other three major sects began to question Nangong Yan. *Slap... Slap... Slap...* Nangong Yan's eyes turned cold. Her figure flashed, and in an instant, the few individuals who had just spoken were all left with swollen, bruised faces. "Does anyone else want an explanation from me?" Nangong Yan asked coldly. "You're in the Questioning Void Realm? How is that possible? How did you get in?" The crowd looked at Nangong Yan in disbelief. "Is it not allowed for me to break through after entering?" Nangong Yan retorted coldly. "Do you have an objection?" "No, no objection." .................................... Yang Lingchen led Feng Xueqing, sweeping through various halls. "Xueqing, take this Heaven-grade defensive artifact." "Xueqing, here are several boxes of mid-grade spirit stones, quickly put them away." Along the way, the two collected various spirit stones, artifacts, and top-tier cultivation techniques. However, Feng Xueqing didn't seem particularly interested in most of these items, only keeping the defensive artifact Yang Lingchen had given her. Just then, Yang Lingchen discovered a side hall, which was sealed off by an array. Yang Lingchen easily broke the formation and led Feng Xueqing inside. Upon entering the side hall, Yang Lingchen realized it was a cave dwelling. The two proceeded cautiously along the cave path, as no one knew if there were any traps inside. Suddenly, Yang Lingchen felt the spiritual energy within the cave, and it grew increasingly dense. He quickly pulled Feng Xueqing, moving swiftly towards the source of the spiritual energy. Before long, they reached the end of the cave. The spiritual energy here was incredibly rich; Yang Lingchen felt as if he were immersed in a pool of pure spiritual essence. "Holy cow, Myriad-Year Profound Milk!" It was then that Yang Lingchen realized the liquid dripping from the ceiling was actually Myriad-Year Profound Milk. And right beside it, there was a small pool filled with the profound milk. "You scoundrel, our luck is incredible!" Feng Xueqing exclaimed. "Quick, collect it!" Yang Lingchen quickly took out containers from his Vast Heaven Jade space and filled several barrels with the Myriad-Year Profound Milk. "Xueqing, there's too much, we can't collect it all," Yang Lingchen said. "Let's just cultivate in the profound milk! We'll refine as much as we can." Yang Lingchen quickly shed his clothes and jumped into the pool, sitting cross-legged in the profound milk. "You scoundrel, why are you naked?" Feng Xueqing's face flushed. "I don't have any other clothes," Yang Lingchen offered as an excuse. "This is the only set I have. If it gets dirty, how will I go out later?" "Xueqing, you should take yours off too!" Yang Lingchen continued. "Come in and cultivate quickly." "I'm not taking mine off!" Feng Xueqing retorted. "Move over a bit." Feng Xueqing didn't waste any more time and directly sat down in the pool. As the two continuously refined the profound milk, the spiritual energy within the cave completely enveloped them. Yang Lingchen furiously circulated the Vast Heaven Art, refining the profound milk. Feng Xueqing's speed in refining the profound milk seemed to be not much slower than his. Two days passed in a flash. "Profound Realm Second Level." "Profound Realm Third Level." "Profound Realm Fourth Level." *Boom... Boom... Boom...!* "Profound Realm Fifth Level Peak." In these two days, Yang Lingchen successfully broke through to the peak of the Profound Realm Fifth Level. And Feng Xueqing, astonishingly, also broke through to the peak of the Profound Realm Fifth Level. By this time, the profound milk and spiritual energy in the cave had been completely refined by the two of them. "Xueqing, you're truly a genius." At this moment, Yang Lingchen was genuinely impressed by Feng Xueqing's talent. "You're not bad either, you scoundrel," Feng Xueqing said playfully. "Since we both have such great talent, how about we have a child together?" Yang Lingchen chuckled. "I'm still so young! I don't want to have children yet!" ....................................... "Why haven't these two come out yet? Did they die inside?" someone from the Rakshasa Palace wondered. "Hmph, we'll just guard this spot," the leading disciple of the Netherworld Gate said coldly. "They think that just because they went in, the treasures are theirs. What a pipe dream." Nangong Yan, meanwhile, stared at the grand hall with an icy expression. "Look, they're coming out!" a disciple exclaimed. At that moment, Yang Lingchen and Feng Xueqing emerged, hand in hand, walking towards the outside of the hall. "How kind of you all to still be here welcoming us," Yang Lingchen said with a smile. "We're almost embarrassed." The instant Yang Lingchen stepped out, Nangong Yan, Wang Xuanfeng, and the leaders of the other two major sects all lunged at Yang Lingchen and Feng Xueqing. In their eyes, Yang Lingchen was now a walking treasure trove; whoever captured them would possess a mountain of riches. "Hmph!" Yang Lingchen let out a cold snort, wielding the Immortal Demon Sword in his right hand and the Sky-Piercing Staff in his left. At that moment, the leading disciple of the Netherworld Gate, who had charged forward, was struck by Yang Lingchen's staff, his head exploding. *Hiss!* The entire scene was filled with gasps of shock! This was a peak Profound Realm expert! Yet, he was killed by a single strike from Yang Lingchen's staff. This was truly terrifying! Nangong Yan was also stunned, as Yang Lingchen's strength was clearly no longer inferior to hers. Not long ago, this young man had been easily defeated by her, and now, in just a few days, he was her equal. *Bang...!* Just then, Yang Lingchen swung his staff again. The leading disciple of the Rakshasa Palace was instantly struck by Yang Lingchen's staff and died on the spot. "Ah... ah... ah..." At that moment, Wang Xuanfeng let out a series of agonizing screams. Feng Xueqing was seen swinging her staff, furiously attacking Wang Xuanfeng. In a short while, Wang Xuanfeng had his limbs broken by Feng Xueqing. The disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect stood frozen in place. Meanwhile, the disciples of the other major sects rushed forward. Yang Lingchen was no benevolent figure; he immediately unleashed the God-Slaying Sword Art in conjunction with the Immortal Demon Sword, beginning his slaughter.