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Chapter 128 Soul Palace Protector, Ascending to the Cloud Mist Sect

Chapter 130 Soul Palace Protector, Ascending to the Cloud Mist Sect

Xiao Yan turned his head and noticed Yun Yun's pale face. He then glanced at Gu He's dazed expression, as if he had seen a ghost. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke casually, as if he were chatting about everyday things: "It's nothing, I just broke through."

This seemingly casual remark exploded like a bombshell in Yun Yun and Gu He's hearts.

Yun Yun's shapely chest heaved a few times, her pale pink lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word; the shock in her beautiful eyes was almost overflowing.

Dou Zong, that's a legendary realm that doesn't even exist on the surface in the entire Jia Ma Empire, how could it be easily broken through?

But the aura that made her soul tremble was undeniable.

Thinking of this, her hands gripped the corners of her sleeves even tighter, her fingertips turning white, and she couldn't suppress the tremor in her voice: "You've reached the Dou Zong level?"

Yun Ling, who was standing to the side, was shocked and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

A Dou Zong?!

Did he hear that right? The sect leader asked if the young man was a Dou Zong?

Where did the Fighting Master come from in the Jia Ma Empire?

This boy looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, barely grown up yet. How could he possibly be a Dou Zong? Could it be that I'm getting senile and misheard?

Yun Yun and Gu He shared the same thought.

Xiao Yan didn't answer directly. He simply raised his hand to wipe his nose, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Just a fluke."

A stroke of luck?

This noncommittal yet undeniably confident demeanor was, in Yun Yun and Gu He's eyes, no different from an outright admission.

Both of them were instantly stunned.

How old is Xiao Yan? Seventeen? Or eighteen?

An eighteen-year-old Dou Zong? That's simply unbelievable, unheard of!

Guhe felt his head buzzing.

He had lived most of his life and seen his fair share of geniuses, even considering himself one. But compared to his young master, he was nothing.

It's like comparing heaven and earth.

Ordinary people spend their entire lives trying to reach the threshold of Dou Zong, but he, with a casual remark of "just broke through," stepped into a realm that countless people dream of.

Gu He, who had initially become Yao Lao's disciple in order to curry favor with him, suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake in his move.

An eighteen-year-old Dou Zong! How far can he go in the future? I dare not even imagine!

"A stroke of luck? Master's talent cannot be summed up by the word 'luck'!"

Guhe snapped out of his daze, his face instantly burning with respect. He hurriedly bowed, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Congratulations, Master, on breaking through to the Dou Zong realm! It is truly an honor for this disciple to be able to become your disciple! With Master's progress, your future achievements are unimaginable!"

His cry of "Master" was crisp and loud, making Yunling's eyelids twitch and almost bite his tongue.

Gu He, the number one alchemist in the Jia Ma Empire, actually called this young man "Master"?

The question marks in Yunling's mind were piled up higher than a mountain.

Moreover, this young man is a Dou Zong who is unique in the entire Jia Ma Empire.

Did we encounter a ghost today?

But since even Furukawa has confirmed it, it seems—it's true.

Yun Ling stood aside, watching Yun Yun's absent-mindedness and Gu He's fanatical expression, and then looking at the young man's calm and collected expression, his mind was completely blank.

The words "Dou Zong" kept popping into his head, giving him a headache.

He had never seen a Dou Zong in his entire life.

Is there really such an outrageous thing in this world? Could it be some kind of old monster with the secret to eternal youth?

Yun Yun gazed at the tall figure amidst the clouds and mist, and felt a sense of disorientation.

That somewhat reckless and naive boy in the Monster Mountain Range not long ago was, three years ago, a "fallen genius" who was trapped in place by the third level of battle qi and became a laughing stock.

It's only been three years.

How did the boy who was once a laughingstock suddenly become a Dou Zong that even she had to look up to?

This gap, like a chasm, stood between the two of them, making her feel a little bitter for no reason.

Xiao Yan ignored Yun Ling's surprise and doubt, and even more so Gu He's flattery. His gaze fell on Yun Yunhuang's face, as if he could see through Yun Yunhuang's thoughts. A warm feeling spread through his heart like water flowing over a lake, bringing a shallow sense of pleasure.

Is it really enough for Yun Yun to be alarmed by my mere breakthrough to the Dou Zong realm?

Little did she know that, in terms of true combat strength, even if she jumped to a higher realm, she wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Xiao Yan's thoughts suddenly plunged back to Wutan City three years ago.

Three years ago, Nalan Yanran was able to come to the door to annul the engagement with a Yunlan Sect steward, and the elders of the Xiao family were even encouraging it. Apart from saying "Don't underestimate a young man's potential," he couldn't even put up a decent resistance and could only watch helplessly as she walked away triumphantly.

But now, standing outside the gates of the Yunlan Sect, he sees the entire sect, even if all of them were combined, as nothing more than ants to be kneaded at his mercy.

Yun Yun, the sect leader of Yunlan Sect, was someone he once looked up to, but now he had to look up to her. Even someone like Gu He had to bow down and call her Master.

This sense of control that comes from power is more real than any praise.

This change was something that even the girl who came to the Xiao family's main hall three years ago probably never expected, let alone herself.

Xiao Yan even remembered that Nalan Yanran sat in the center of the hall with an arrogant expression, while the Xiao family elders hid to the side and sneered, not even leaving him a seat in the main hall.

At that time, whether it was Nalan Yanran or the elders and clansmen of the Xiao family, they all thought he was useless and that it would be better for him to agree to annul the engagement and obtain the Qi Gathering Powder.

This matter, which should have been a secret within the Xiao family, was even spread, and other families in Wutan City learned about it.

They practically trampled Xiao Yan, the son of the clan leader, underfoot.

But now?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that was about to spill from his brows and eyes, and placed his feet on the territory of the Yunlan Sect.

"Nalan Yanran, I've arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unusual fluctuation suddenly crashed into his senses.

Xiao Yan suddenly turned his head.

Thousands of meters away, a thick, impenetrable black fog hovered in the clouds, like a lurking, venomous eye, silently watching this side.

"A soul entity at the Dou Zong level?"

Xiao Yan was stunned.

The other party's way of being was very special. Unlike their own teacher, they were shrouded in a layer of sinister black mist, which was completely out of place with the elegant style of the Yunlan Sect.

"Are they from the Soul Palace? Aren't they supposed to be capturing souls? How come they look like this themselves?"

Almost the instant his gaze swept over, the soul in the black mist trembled violently as if pricked by a needle. Without daring to linger for a moment, it transformed into a black streak and fled into the clouds thousands of meters away. Protector Lu was enveloped in the black mist, fleeing at top speed, his heart filled with turmoil.

"In this remote place, there actually exists an alchemist whose soul power is at least comparable to a high-level Dou Zong?!"

He was ordered to take control of the Yunlan Sect, and incidentally, to see if he could capture a few alchemists' souls so he could pay his share.

When Xiao Yan unleashed his soul aura just now, he thought it was Yun Shan who had broken through, and he was cursing the old man for hiding it so well. But when he looked closely, he found that it was someone who had appeared out of nowhere.

What alarmed him even more was that he had clearly used the Soul Palace's secret technique to conceal his aura, so how could this kid have discovered him?

When that gaze swept over, it carried a sharpness that chilled his soul, as if it could pierce through his black mist and see the true form of his soul.

Something's not right—something's really not right—

The guardian's black mist tightened even more, increasing their escape speed.

"Heh heh, a soul comparable to an eighth-grade alchemist. Once I report this to the elder and have this kid's soul taken away, the news alone will be enough to keep me from paying for soul bodies for several years."

Thinking of this, Protector Wu was in a great mood.

Why didn't that young-looking strongman catch up?

Never mind, run first! Protector Wu dared not think any further, transforming into a black streak and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye—

"Pfft, a bunch of rats serving as dogs for the Soul Palace." Yao Lao's voice slowly drifted over, tinged with disdain.

Upon hearing his teacher's voice, Xiao Yan realized that his teacher, who should have been by his side, was nowhere to be found.

"I have concealed myself," Yao Lao explained, his voice tinged with amusement.

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow: "Teacher, why didn't you catch him?"

The old doctor chuckled, "You didn't do anything either, did you? Why bother with these ants?"

Xiao Yan nodded, his gaze returning to the depths of the Yunlan Sect. Yes, just ants. It wouldn't be good to waste today's time on such ants.

Let's settle Nalan Yanran's matter first.