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After bidding farewell to Mu Xinling, the two continued to deal with their miscellaneous tasks.

After some investigation, they learned that status within the Linghu Organization was entirely determined by the rankings in Liuying Hall.

In other words, whoever had the bigger fist was right.

Cultivation was too superficial and could not be used for accurate comparison, so practical combat data was referenced, and Liuying Hall was the best choice.

There, within the Heaven Sword Immortal Sect, lay tens of thousands of years of heritage, countless Dragon and Phoenix children, and no lack of individuals with inconceivable methods.

The two discussed it and quickly decided on the idea of challenging the Hall. This move would not only attract the Revered Master's attention but also raise their status within the Organization, and even deter some petty scoundrels.

"The Liuying Hall, praised to the heavens, this young Revered Master shall see what legendary qualities it possesses today!"

"Speaking of which, Brother Tan, should we first improve our cultivation before challenging that Hall? After all, the stronger we are, the greater our chances of success."

Wang Longzhi scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

Li Tan sighed inwardly at this. When he first met Wang Longzhi, though he couldn't be called cunning or shrewd, he was certainly not foolish.

In contrast, now, major and minor matters all required his suggestion, as if he had grown accustomed to this feeling of dependence, instinctively asking for his opinion when faced with indecision.

Li Tan said casually:

"When I first entered the Immortal Sect, I planned to quietly accumulate strength in obscurity, but I never expected... the situation to be like this now."

"Outer Sect Disciples barely survive, picking up scraps to get by, while inner Sect Elders are incompetent, allowing Disciples to scheme against each other and suppress one another in the dark."

"A kind person is bullied, and a kind horse is ridden."

Wang Longzhi suddenly understood, and eagerly said:

"If we want to change the current situation, then our own strength must be formidable enough to break through the encirclement!"

"One mountain cannot hold two tigers, unless... his opponent is merely a fox borrowing a tiger's might!"

..............

One day later.

Liuying Hall, soaring into the clouds, with a magnificent Aura, like an immortal palace at the peak of the heavens, exuding a profound and mysterious Aura that inspired awe.

It stood silently, narrating tens of thousands of years of history, of changing fortunes.

The ink-black rune arrangements flickered faintly, making it truly impregnable.

Before this colossal entity, Cultivators appeared so small, so insignificant.

The two stepped in together, their vision somewhat hazy, their minds empty.

Darkness surrounded them, and spiritual power could not be activated in the slightest. A rustling sound came from their ears, making Li Tan restless.

Fortunately, this abnormal sensation came and went quickly. When he opened his eyes again, what greeted him was an independent small space.

Wang Longzhi had already disappeared from beside him, and a transparent barrier firmly covered the area, forming a small arena.

"Disciple Li Tan, Liuying Hall records the 320,613,000th challenger...."

A emotionless voice entered his ears, and thoughts collided in Li Tan's mind.

"It must be a type of living Physique refined by an Old Ancestor within the Sect, but to be so miraculous, it's probably a Nascent Soul powerful being!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe such an existence? It's no exaggeration to call it a fantasy."

Before his thoughts could settle, a phantom gradually solidified before his eyes. It was a young boy, yawning.

Li Tan did not hesitate, raising his hand to summon the Blood Thorn Blade!

"Slash!"

A flash of blade light, and the boy's head flew high, his figure gradually dissipating.

"Killed in one strike?"

The result before him greatly surprised Li Tan. He never expected this boy to be so weak.

He had only used the strength of a sixth-level Qi practitioner, and he had directly cut him down. Could this be a warm-up?

"Disciple Li Tan, Liuying Hall ranking 320,000,000."

As the voice fell, the enemy before him re-condensed....

This was a scruffy big man, holding a wine gourd in his hand, his fourth-level Qi cultivation not concealed.

"Slash!"

The result was the same as before; the big man's head fell to the ground, and his figure gradually dissipated.

"Disciple Li Tan, Liuying Hall ranking 230,000,000."

The phantom reassembled again, transforming into a beautiful woman, dressed in a red robe, very pretty.

Her slender, long legs swayed constantly, and her beautiful eyes blinked from time to time.

Her dark hair exuded a captivating fragrance, and her red lips conveyed charming illusions from across the space. Seeing Li Tan unmoved, she gradually became bolder.

First, she lifted her robe, revealing a large expanse of skin.

She blew a kiss from afar, then twisted her slender waist, walking slowly towards him.

Li Tan frowned, "It's just a phantom, yet it can exude a seductive scent and an Aura that bewitches people's hearts."

This Liuying Hall was indeed as rumored, a truly astonishing creation, a treasure left by time.

"One who disturbs my Dao Heart, you shall die!"

Without hesitation, his hand rose and fell, and the woman's head fell heavily to the ground, her eyes filled with unwillingness and surprise.

"Disciple Li Tan, Liuying Hall ranking 30,000,451."

After the cold words were uttered, Li Tan thought for a moment that he had misheard. How could the woman before him, with no offensive power, have such a high ranking?

Could it be a malfunction? But that didn't make sense; how could the methods of a Grand Cultivator be understood by him?

Could it be that he misheard? But that shouldn't be the case; Cultivators had long since transcended the mundane, and every part of their bodies had undergone a qualitative change.

He thought it must be due to excessive pressure recently, causing some hallucinations before his eyes, even affecting himself....

Li Tan nodded slightly, believing the last guess was the most realistic. How could a powerless enchantress resist the path of a Cultivator?

As before, the phantom dissipated and reassembled....

An exquisite wooden pavilion slowly appeared in Li Tan's eyes, and a graceful young girl was drinking tea and playing with birds there.

Butterflies circled around her, and flocks of birds chirped, vying to be stroked by her, even the ants on the ground were showing her favor.

At some point, a jade flute appeared in her hand, and she smiled charmingly at Li Tan from a distance, captivating his soul.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to hear a tune from this humble girl?"

The woman's voice was charming and enchanting, her slender jade fingers flowing with elegance.

Although Li Tan was surprised that the phantom before him could speak, the principle that delay leads to change was already imprinted in his heart.

Without delay, he held the Blood Thorn Blade and rushed directly towards the woman!

But at some point, a thin barrier appeared before her, causing the Blood Thorn Blade to stop in mid-air.

"Fellow Daoist, do not make a move, I have highly valuable information here!"

The woman's voice trembled, filled with urgency. Clearly, Li Tan's strike had not been easy for her to endure.

She had expected the man before her to hesitate for a moment, but to her utter surprise, Li Tan surged forward again!

"You are merely a phantom, a dead person, how can you negotiate terms with me?"

"Even if you were a Golden Core True Person in your lifetime, once dead, you are dead, at most a wild dog by the roadside!"