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Nine Dragons Mountain, also known as Eagle's Nest Mountain, is one of the Nine Dragons range, with a relatively low elevation of just over three hundred meters.

After getting out of the car, Li Xiaoyao ignored the crowd around him and looked up towards the mountain peak.

With his mental perception, at the summit of Nine Dragons Mountain, there was an elderly man in a Taoist robe, with hair white as a crane's feathers and a youthful face, holding a horsetail whisk in one hand and his other hand behind his back. He resembled an immortal about to shatter the void and ascend, only lacking an east wind to set him aloft.

That man was none other than He Lang, with an extraordinary demeanor and an extraordinary cultivation level.

Li Xiaoyao roughly gauged the other party's cultivation level, second stage of the Spirit Cultivation Realm, who could be crushed to death with just a finger.

This level of cultivation was, indeed, not bad. After all, with the favorable feng shui of Zhu Island City and the exceedingly rich spiritual energy, as long as one's natural talent wasn't particularly poor and they were willing to cultivate diligently, they could basically reach this cultivation level by this age.

But such strength, Li Xiaoyao somewhat looked down upon.

He had killed countless cultivators of the Spirit Cultivation Realm. Cultivators of He Lang's level posed virtually no threat to Li Xiaoyao.

From his superior position, He Lang looked down and spotted Li Xiaoyao, determining from his aura that this person was indeed Li Xiaoyao.

At the foot of the mountain, the crowd was buzzing with discussion, most of them surprised by Li Xiaoyao's youthful appearance.

"So young?"

"Could there be a mistake, this young man is about the same age as my son, yet he possesses such formidable abilities?"

Ren Li followed half a step behind Li Xiaoyao, and when he saw him looking up at the mountain peak, he too looked upwards.

But with Ren Li's vision, what could he see from three hundred meters up in the sky? Nothing at all!

"Are you Li Xiaoyao?"

A young man stepped forward, asking with a disdainful look.

Li Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze, glanced at the young man's face, and said, "Do you know me?"

The young man seemed to hear something hilarious, burst out laughing, and said, "Would I know a nobody like you?"

"Since you don't know me, get lost then," Li Xiaoyao said indifferently.

The young man's face darkened, and he said, "Hmph! Truly arrogant, but your arrogance ends here. You've killed my senior brother, and today my master will use your blood to pay homage to him."

"Senior brother? So you are Ding Zhen's fellow disciple."

The young man was Ding Zhen's junior brother and He Lang's closed-door disciple, Yang Bo.

Yang Bo declared proudly, "Offending my Xuan Kong Sect only leads to a dead end. Even if you kneel and beg for mercy today, you won't escape death."

Li Xiaoyao said nonchalantly, "Someone will die today, but not me."

Just then, an angry roar descended from the sky, crashing through the thick clouds and exploding in everyone's ears.

"Li Xiaoyao, come up here and meet your death!"

The crowd was shocked, and the cultivators who had arrived were even more astonished.

"Master He is truly formidable. From this shout alone, it can be seen that Master He has probably reached the Spirit Cultivation Realm!"

"I reckon that young man's cultivation is only in the Qi Cultivation Realm. There's a rumor that he killed Ding Zhen, but I suspect that news might not be true."

"Hehe, rumors are just rumors after all. Were there any cultivators present when these events happened? They were all ordinary people; what they saw cannot be taken seriously."

"However, this kid has the courage to come and face the challenge. It just seems that he might be too confident now."

Li Xiaoyao ignored the whispers and discussions, smiled indifferently, and suddenly stomped on the ground. His entire body shot up like a rocket towards the mountain peak.

"What!"

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"What is he doing..."

"He can actually fly! Could it be that his cultivation level has reached the Nascent Soul Realm?"

"No, he isn't flying, he is using the strength of his legs alone, stepping on the ground, leveraging the force of the bounce and the recoil to create the illusion of soaring into the air."

"This lad is not simple at all, his mere physical body has reached such a terrifying realm, based on what he just displayed, I'm afraid he has already reached the Innate Realm!"

"It seems that the rumors of him killing Ding Zhen are not necessarily false."

Li Xiaoyao leaped up, and this spectacle of relying solely on physical strength shocked everyone present.

Atop the mountain peak, He Lang's pupils slightly widened in surprise as he watched the black silhouette grow larger in his field of vision, and he thought to himself, "The physical cultivation of this young man has indeed reached such a level, it's somewhat possible that Ding Zhen died by his hand."

In the blink of an eye, Li Xiaoyao had leaped to the top of the mountain, controlling his posture to stand firmly on a protruding rock.

On the summit, the fierce wind howled, tousling Li Xiaoyao's hair and clothes, giving him an indescribable aura that made him seem like a recluse who had attained the Tao. His eyes were deep and dark, and his black robe seemed to carry a sort of solemn ritualistic feeling, causing He Lang to feel an inexplicable palpitation.

Below, the cultivators had excellent vision, and the three hundred meters of altitude could not obstruct their sight. Like He Lang, they looked at a person on a rock, as if some mysterious conception had naturally formed.

It was more like attaining the Tao through nature.

"Your physical cultivation is indeed not bad," He Lang tried to dismiss the heart palpitations, and with a disdainful tone said, "But if that's all, today will be the day you die."

Li Xiaoyao looked at him, his gaze calm and composed, without a hint of unnecessary emotion, which made He Lang feel uncomfortable.

"I just need a whetstone," Li Xiaoyao said coldly, looking at him.

Just now, he had felt an extremely comfortable sensation from nature, a feeling beyond description, only to be understood.

In that moment, he felt as though he fused with the world, his eyes only filled with the sky, the clouds, the mountains, the water.

He seemed to see through the mysteries of the world, the origin of life, such profound moments were a luxury that lasted even one second longer.

In a mere two seconds, Li Xiaoyao experienced myriad emotions; after awakening, he was surprised to discover that his spiritual power had actually grown.

That was truly an unexpected joy.

He had heard of such a phenomenon before, it seemed to be called sudden enlightenment.

But sudden enlightenment was too precious, and among thousands of cultivators, there might not even be one who could experience it.

Without a great opportunity, one could not witness it.

Although sudden enlightenment was precious and hard to come by, it did not greatly help a cultivator's cultivation level.

But for the spiritual power and state of mind, the benefits were beyond words.

Imagine, in that instant, you experience the lifetimes of millions of people. At that time, what would your understanding of life be?

Only two seconds, but it felt as though hundreds, thousands of years had passed.

Your mentality matures in an instant, your thoughts sublime in an instant.

And now, Li Xiaoyao just wanted to engage in a spirited and unrestrained battle to fill the emotional repression and excessive anger.

"Madman!"

He Lang, disdainful, gave his horsetail whisk a gentle flick, straight and bound like a rigid sword, the sound of the wind brushing by like the rustling of leaves.

Their gazes met, as if two beams of sword light clashed.

"Battle!"

Li Xiaoyao roared low, taking the initiative to strike first.