317: It's so good to have met my master!

Chen Xuan raised his hand and took a sip of the wine, the spicy taste spreading through his throat. His eyes narrowed slightly as he already had a plan in mind.

Based on this calculation, in the next battle, the opponent would likely have three Void Refining Realm experts overseeing the situation.

He glanced sideways at Li Pingan, who was still coughing, then scanned Zhao Jingchen and the other person, who looked uneasy, before turning to Chu Haotian and asking:

“What is the situation with the other Demon Suppressing Towers?”

Chu Haotian replied after a moment of deliberation, “The seventh Demon Suppressing Tower is under the jurisdiction of our Tianque Sect. The Tower Revered Master's cultivation base is at the seventh level of Void Refining, and only two Great Demons at the second level of Void Refining are imprisoned in the tower, so they are nothing to fear.”

“As for the fourteenth tower, the Tower Revered Master is an expert in Formations, also with a cultivation base at the seventh level of Void Refining. However, there are no Void Refining stage Great Demons entrenched within the tower.”

At this point, he frowned slightly, his tone adding a bit of gravity,

“But if that person sets up a killing Formation in advance to ambush us, I'm afraid it will add a lot of trouble and delay our journey significantly.”

Chen Xuan lightly tapped the jade bottle with his fingertips. After thinking for a moment, he said decisively:

“Then let's go to the seventh tower first.”

“It's also a good opportunity to settle the Disciples properly.”

Hearing this, Chu Haotian's gaze instinctively fell on Zhao Jingchen and the other Disciple.

Earlier, when the Yao Race in the Demon Suppressing Tower were fleeing in all directions, these two Disciples of his could only shrink to the side like quails. Compared to the blood-soaked Li Pingan, the gap was truly too large.

But what could be done?

Taking Disciples always depends on fate. Zhao Jingchen is upright, and Xiuqin is cautious; they are already considered decent Disciples.

As for talent, it wasn't that his two Disciples were incapable, but rather that young friend Li was simply too Heaven-Defying.

If things continued at this rate, in another twenty or thirty years, his cultivation base might even be on par with his own.

Zhao Jingchen and Xiuqin took in Chu Haotian's gaze, feeling their cheeks burn. They hung their heads in guilt, feeling that they were holding their Revered Master back.

Chu Haotian collected his thoughts and nodded to Chen Xuan:

“We shall do as you say, Fellow Daoist.”

“Coincidentally, I also want to find out exactly why that Tower Revered Master, who came from the Tianque Sect, would betray the Sect and defect to the Yao Race.”

About two hours passed before the door to the private room was gently pushed open. Master Qing Xuan stepped in, a hint of unavoidable fatigue on his face. Before he could speak, he first sighed.

“The situation isn't optimistic?”

Seeing this, Chu Haotian immediately asked in a deep voice.

Master Qing Xuan nodded, his tone grave. “The Formation of the Demon Suppressing Tower is already profound and complex. Now that the Formation eye is severely damaged, it will take at least two months to even talk about repairs.”

“Then wouldn't that...” Chu Haotian's heart sank, and his words abruptly stopped.

“I have temporarily set up two trapping Formations to barely suppress those Soul Emergence stage beasts in the tower.”

Master Qing Xuan said deeply, “I have also arranged for several Elders of the Demon Suppressing Tower to keep watch here. By the way, the Tower Revered Master of this tower has been missing for five years. During these five years, all matters in the tower have been decided by Fairy Hanyan.”

Chu Haotian nodded in understanding, stood up, brushed the wrinkles on his robes, and said loudly:

“Since everything here is settled, let us set off immediately.”

...Yunxi City, Guiyan Inn.

In the Heaven Suite No. 1, the window lattice was half-closed, and the warm daylight poured in through the thin gauze, landing right on the young girl on the bed.

The girl had a pretty face and exquisite features. At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged, with a lustrous celadon jade bottle floating in front of her.

Wisps of pale gold Spiritual Qi dissipated from her pores and were then entirely sucked into her Dantian. The cycle repeated with a mysterious rhythm.

Just a day ago, she had taken the eighth-grade elixir gifted by her Revered Master—the soul refining primordial pill.

The moment the pill entered her stomach, an extremely gentle warm current rushed straight to her crown. The stabbing pain that had plagued her day and night due to her damaged Divine Soul instantly dissipated like melting snow.

She felt her Sea of Consciousness become clear and transparent. Her previously damaged Divine Soul was being repaired and solidified at a visible speed, like a dried-up riverbed being soaked by a clear spring, with every inch radiating vitality.

Even the place where she had forcibly erased the Slave Seal with a brutal method was slowly healing under the nourishment of this warm current.

Once her Divine Soul was completely stabilized, Yun Xuanxuan took out the Heaven Rank High Grade Cultivation Technique passed down by her Revered Master, the “Taishang Dragon Transformation True Art,” and focused her mind to circulate her spiritual power according to the Mind-Cultivation Technique.

As soon as the technique was activated, a domineering and pure dragon power rose from her Dantian and traveled throughout her body along her Meridians.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the girl made a light beckoning gesture with her slender hand.

A colossal Dragon Clan phantom appeared out of thin air.

As soon as the giant dragon appeared, it caught sight of Yun Xuanxuan below. In a daze, it seemed to remember those solid slaps it had received. Its originally majestic posture instantly retracted, and it swam over submissively, wagging its dragon tail, its massive head slightly lowered as if inviting the girl to ride it.

Yun Xuanxuan took light steps and stepped firmly onto the dragon's head.

In an instant， A powerful and majestic dragon force surged into his body from the dragon's head.， Merging and merging with the spiritual energy in the meridians。

This power was fierce but not violent, like a divine dragon that had been dormant for ten thousand years suddenly waking up. Wherever it passed, the originally narrow Meridians were widened by several degrees.

Her Fourth Level of Soul Out-of-Body Stage, which had barely been stable, was now as indestructible as a rock, with no further signs of loosening.

As she got into the rhythm of the chant, a circle of clear ripples suddenly spread from Yun Xuanxuan's palm. Wisps of water patterns spread out like a spider web, instantly forming a thin water curtain around her.

This water curtain seemed as soft as water, but it actually contained the pressure of the Dragon Clan. It could absorb all the surrounding moisture and, when facing an enemy, turn into thousands of water threads to bind the opponent's limbs and bones. This was precisely the Divine Ability that matched the Dragon Clan's water-controlling power.

She raised her jade-like finger slightly, and a drop of glistening white translucent water condensed at her fingertip. The water drop suspended in mid-air, faintly emitting the clear cry of a dragon.

With just a thought, this water drop could turn into a hundred-zhang water dragon, sweeping out with the momentum of toppling mountains and overturning seas. It could both resist enemies and control water to protect herself. This was the second Divine Ability she had comprehended during this cultivation session—the Dew Condensation Dragon Transformation Art.

Now, even though Yun Xuanxuan was only at the Fourth Level of Soul Out-of-Body Stage, even if she faced Li Pingan, it would be enough to make him fall into a bitter struggle, and the outcome would be uncertain.

Moreover, the girl also hid a heaven-rank magic treasure, the sea calming pearls, giving her a deep pool of trump cards.

After a long time, Yun Xuanxuan slowly finished her cultivation, opened her mouth to exhale a breath of turbid air, and a sharp light flashed through her eyes.

The stabilization of her Realm was not the thing that made her the happiest.

The girl stood up and walked slowly to the dressing mirror on the side.

With a thought, the layer of fine golden scales on her arm quietly receded beneath her skin and vanished.

Her entire arm was slender and fair, lustrous like jade, no different from an ordinary woman's.

This was the true transformation ability of the Yao Race.

If she wished, she could also turn into a nimble little golden dragon, revealing her Yao Race original form, without any of the strange appearance of Half-human, Half-demon beings.

Yun Xuanxuan looked at herself in the mirror. Although her features were somewhat different from before, the light green wings and sharp bird claws were no longer visible.

She stared blankly, a wave of indescribable warmth rising in her heart. It turned out that being alive was not all bad.

“When Sister Fang sees me like this, she will definitely be shocked.” The girl muttered to herself, and before her voice fell, the figure in the mirror gradually blurred.

A warm emotion quietly surged in her heart. She raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes and said softly:

“It's great to meet Revered Master.”