25: Chapter 25 My obedient disciple has the destiny of a protagonist; he should break through realms on the spot.

Tens of thousands of gazes were like spotlights, locking onto the figure walking out from behind Lu Chen.

Leng Qingqiu wore red robes like fire, her crimson hair fluttering in the wind, and in her hand was that unsharpened Emperor Weapon embryo.

Her expression was cold and aloof, and every step she took on the bluestone slabs seemed filled with confidence.

However, when the crowd subconsciously extended their Divine Sense to scan her cultivation, the original atmosphere instantly became strange.

"Blood-Moving Realm... Great Perfection?"

In the crowd, it was unknown who muttered first.

Immediately after, like a drop of water falling into a pan of hot oil, the entire square erupted.

"Am I seeing this right? The disciple Emperor Yun took in is actually only in the Blood-Moving Realm?"

"The Blood-Moving Realm is the starting point of cultivation, right? My six-year-old grandson just broke through to the Wheel Ocean Realm the day before yesterday, this..."

"A sixteen-year-old in the Blood-Moving Realm would only be fit to be a handyman in a second-rate Sect. What kind of eye does Emperor Yun have?"

On the warship of the Zixiao Holy Land, Ziyang's originally tense old face froze for a moment, followed by an undisguised sneer.

"Emperor Yun, this Ancestor thought you had taken in some world-shaking Genius, but it turns out to be just a little brat who hasn't even opened their Qi Sea."

Old Ancestor Ziyang stroked his beard, his eyes filled with mockery.

"A sixteen-year-old in the Blood-Moving Realm—with this Aptitude, I'm afraid she wouldn't even be qualified to sweep the steps of my Zixiao Holy Land."

Ancestor Wanhua, Han Jing, also laughed sinisterly:

"It seems Emperor Yun is indeed 'injured' quite badly; even his eye for picking disciples has regressed to this point. If word gets out that this kind of trash can be a Great Emperor's personal disciple, people will laugh their heads off."

Facing the overwhelming ridicule, Leng Qingqiu's hand tightened around her sword.

In her past life, these ants would have died long ago, but now, she could only watch as these people humiliated her Revered Master.

She muttered in her heart: "I've noted down this grudge!"

A warm and powerful hand of spiritual energy gently pressed onto her head, and then a voice was transmitted into her ear.

"What's the rush? At a time like this, let Revered Master handle it."

Lu Chen was toyed with a white jade teacup in his hand.

"Ziyang, Han Jing, what did you two just say? Is a sixteen-year-old in the Blood-Moving Realm embarrassing?"

Lu Chen blew on the tea and said slowly:

"I'm only about four hundred years old this year, and I'm already a Great Emperor. You two together must be at least five thousand years old, right? You're still wandering around the Quasi-Emperor Realm, yet I haven't even looked down on you for being useless. Where do you get the confidence to look down on my disciple's Aptitude?"

"You—!"

The faces of the two Old Ancestors instantly turned the color of pig liver.

A four-hundred-year-old Great Emperor was a sore point in the hearts of all Cultivators in the entire Eastern Region and even the Central State.

"Sharp-tongued!" Old Ancestor Han Jing snorted coldly.

"In the path of cultivation, the Foundation is the most important. If one hasn't entered the Wheel Ocean by sixteen, that's it for this life. Emperor Yun, I'm afraid your eldest disciple will never even see the threshold of the Saint Realm in her lifetime."

At this moment, the Saint of the Wanhua Immortal Gate—a Genius who had reached the Dragon Transformation Realm in his early twenties—couldn't help but step forward.

He cupped his hands toward Lu Chen on the high platform, but his tone was full of flippancy:

"Emperor Yun above, this Junior is untalented but would like to test this Junior Sister on behalf of the two Old Ancestors. If I accidentally damage Junior Sister's Foundation, please do not blame me, Emperor Yun. After all, I really don't know how to pull my punches against a brat in the Blood-Moving Realm."

A burst of laughter erupted from the two major camps.

Wei Hongyu rested her fragrant cheek on her hand on the high platform, her beautiful eyes shimmering as she cursed in her heart:

What on earth is this bastard Lu Chen doing? This girl's Physique is clearly very special, yet he doesn't raise her cultivation. Does he really plan to watch his disciple get beaten?

Yao Xi, on the other hand, was staring closely at Lu Chen; she knew this man too well.

The more indifferent he appeared, the more it meant someone was about to suffer big time.

"Test her?"

Lu Chen finally set down his teacup, stood up, and stretched.

"Fine, since you feel that low cultivation is the original sin, then I'll help pull her up a bit."

Lu Chen shouted in his mind, "System, add some special effects for me. I want the most expensive kind. Don't give me any of that superficial stuff, just max out the coolness factor for me!"

"Ding! Received! Host, the 'Great Emperor's Head Pat · Creation Baptism' special effects pack has been loaded! This System is providing the effects at a loss, please enjoy your showing off to the fullest, Host!"

In the next second, Lu Chen raised his right hand and lightly tapped his index finger against Leng Qingqiu's brow.

"Qingqiu, close your eyes."

Lu Chen's voice was very soft, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Leng Qingqiu subconsciously closed her eyes, feeling a power as warm as jade pour down from her Revered Master's fingertip.

Boom—!

In an instant, the sky that was originally clear for ten thousand miles was suddenly covered by nine-colored auspicious clouds.

A golden pillar of light as thick as a dragon descended from the heavens, enveloping Leng Qingqiu completely.

In the void, dragons and phoenixes cried out in unison, immortal music lingered, and countless golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air beneath Leng Qingqiu's feet, each one flowing with a heart-palpitating aura of Laws.

"Is this a heavenly vision?!"

"No! Is this a forced Empowerment? Isn't the Great Emperor afraid of bursting his disciple with such Empowerment?!"

Before the crowd could finish their exclamations, the aura within Leng Qingqiu's body began to skyrocket at a speed that defied all common sense of cultivation.

Blood-Moving Realm Perfection, broken!

Wheel Ocean Realm Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage... Perfection!

"What? Breaking through a Realm every second!"

The eyes of the Cultivators in the square were about to pop out of their sockets.

But it wasn't over yet.

That golden pillar of light did not disappear; instead, it became even more solid. Vaguely, everyone seemed to see a majestic phantom emerge behind Leng Qingqiu—that was the will of a Great Emperor.

Dao Palace Realm Early Stage! Dao Palace Realm Middle Stage! Dao Palace Realm Late Stage!

The five visceral Dao Palaces within Leng Qingqiu's body crashed open, and five different colors of divine light radiated through her body, reflecting half the sky in five colors.

In just a few breaths, she had soared all the way from the Blood-Moving Realm directly to Dao Palace Realm Great Perfection!

Moreover, that aura was terrifyingly stable, and her Foundation was so solid that it even surpassed those old monsters who had cultivated bitterly for decades.

Lu Chen withdrew his finger, and the visions filling the sky instantly dissipated as if they had never appeared.

He patted Leng Qingqiu's shoulder and sat back in his chair, his tone as flat as if he were saying "this morning's breakfast was not bad."

"My hand slipped just now and I gave a little too much. Qingqiu, you weren't overstuffed, were you? Just make do with this Dao Palace Realm Great Perfection for now, don't be picky."

"After all, cultivation still depends on oneself. This kind of baptism method of mine isn't good for your body if used too much."

The Holy Son of Wanhua, who had been clamoring just now, was now standing frozen in place with his mouth wide open.

As a Dragon Transformation Realm, his fight against a Blood-Moving Realm was supposed to be a dimensional strike.

But now, in the blink of an eye, she had become a Dao Palace Realm Great Perfection!

Ziyang and Han Jing looked at each other, both seeing the same thought in the depths of each other's eyes.

Breaking through three Realms with one tap, and the Foundation isn't even hollow?

Is this something a human can actually do?