50: Chapter 50

She took half a step forward through the ice mist, her pale yellow sleeve fluttering. Before the wind from her palm could reach, a wisp of Yin-cold energy bypassed the Puppet's ice silk and grazed past the side of its neck.

The Puppet's reaction was incredibly fast, flipping its body to the side to dodge the attack.

But at the moment its toes touched the ground, Mu Wanqing followed it like a shadow, her knuckles striking its chest as she unleashed a palm strike.

The Puppet's movements suddenly froze, and its body turned into ice shards that began to peel away inch by inch, as if it had never existed.

A golden-yellow ball of light appeared out of thin air, slowly floating down in front of Mu Wanqing.

She blinked her almond eyes and reached out to take the item from within the ball of light.

It was a bottle of fourth-grade elixir that could replenish Spiritual Qi. This kind of Medicinal Pill was something only a few high-level members of the Sect could enjoy, even within a Hegemon-level Force.

In addition to the Medicinal Pill, a flight of stairs leading to the upper floor also emerged.

Mu Wanqing put the Medicinal Pill into her storage ring, intending to give some to her Junior Brother and Junior Sister after returning to the Sect.

She glanced at the stairs that had appeared and, without much thought, stepped onto the second floor of the mirror heart trial tower.

Outside the tower!

When the crowd saw the golden light blooming from the second floor of that towering pagoda, even a fool knew what had happened.

She passed!

That woman just now actually passed the trial and went to the second floor... The crowd was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

This... how is it possible?

They had been discussing it confidently just moments ago, but reality had now given them a harsh slap in the face.

It turned out that this Puppet was not invincible; it was only because they were noobs with insufficient ability that they couldn't complete the challenge.

A slight smile curled at the corner of Chen Xuan's mouth as he said faintly, "Not bad."

"With this girl's Aptitude, reaching the eighth floor shouldn't be much of a problem."

The Fellow Daoist who had been answering Chen Xuan's questions earlier was now full of astonishment, while secretly feeling lucky.

Fortunately, he hadn't boasted earlier; otherwise, his face would have been swollen from being slapped by reality now.

Just as the crowd was marvelling and speculating about the Yellow-Skirts Girl's identity, the third floor of the mirror heart trial tower bloomed with a piercing golden light.

"The third floor?!"

"Am I seeing things? That woman actually broke through to the third floor."

"Holy cow, this talent is simply too Prodigy-level. If she's given another thirty to fifty years, this woman might become a Golden Core Realm expert."

Chen Xuan sighed softly, "This Disciple is not very useful; if the Second Disciple were here, they should be on the fifth floor by now."

The Fellow Daoist beside him twitched his lips. He really wanted to say, Senior, can you tone down your expression when you say such things?

He steadied his mind and asked tentatively, "Senior, who on earth are you?"

Chen Xuan smiled, "Have you ever heard of the Dao Seeking Sect?"

The Fellow Daoist froze for a moment, scanned Chen Xuan, and said in a heavy voice, "Senior is the Sect Master of the Dao Seeking Sect?"

"Good eye!" Chen Xuan praised simply.

The Cultivator immediately took out the ten Spirit Stones he had accepted earlier from his robe and handed them back to Chen Xuan, saying excitedly:

"Greetings, Sect Master. This lowly one cannot accept your Spirit Stones."

"Why can't you accept them? This is what you deserve." Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled and asked with a frown.

The Fellow Daoist shook his head and explained righteously, "In the past, for the Spirit Void Secret Realm, Cultivators like me who are like rootless duckweed didn't even have the qualification to enter."

"The resources of the Spirit Void Secret Realm were all occupied by the Five Great Hegemon-level Forces.

This time, if it weren't for Senior's Dao Seeking Sect taking action, where would Cultivators like us without backgrounds have the chance to enter the Secret Realm to seek Opportunity?"

He paused and continued:

"Although my cultivation Aptitude is poor, I still understand some basic principles of being a person.

Being able to enter the Secret Realm to seek Opportunity this time is entirely dependent on Senior's Dao Seeking Sect. Senior only asked a few questions; I absolutely cannot accept these Spirit Stones."

Chen Xuan thought for a moment and said, "If you don't accept them, then you're looking down on my Dao Seeking Sect to some extent."

"This..." The Fellow Daoist was helpless and could only obediently accept the Spirit Stones.

Chen Xuan let out a soft breath, feeling somewhat emotional. When he entered the Spirit Void Secret Realm earlier, he hadn't thought that much. He simply found the person blocking the way annoying and cut him down with a single sword strike.

He didn't expect to have done a good deed unintentionally.

A stick of incense later!

The ninth floor of that towering pagoda had already lit up with golden light, which meant that with only one floor left, the Yellow-Skirts Girl would pass the test of the nine floors of the mirror heart trial tower.

The surrounding Cultivators fell silent at this moment, with only the sounds of slight breathing and swallowing.

They all wanted to witness and see if this woman could really pass the nine-floor trial in one go. If she really did, how many Heaven And Earth Treasures would she obtain?

Time passed bit by bit, and more and more Cultivators gathered from all directions.

Soon, the golden light began to dim, and the Yellow-Skirts Girl walked out of the towering golden pagoda. Her dress had many scratches, and blood was faintly seeping out from her slender jade arms.

Her pitch-black hair was somewhat messy at this moment.

It seemed she had already done her best but still failed to clear the ninth floor.

Mu Wanqing turned her head to look back, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

The crowd sighed; some were amazed by the woman's incredible talent, while others lamented that she failed to clear the ninth floor.

But Mu Wanqing's success in the trial gave many people hope, knowing that the Puppet manifested by the mirror heart trial tower was not invincible. The crowd began to pour into the tower one after another.

"Pfft!"

A Cultivator wearing a Daoist robe spat blood as he flew out of the tower.

"Damn it, how is this manifested Puppet so fierce? How come I didn't know I had this kind of Aptitude?"

"It's too hard, simply too hard. It's completely impossible to win!"

"Ouch ouch... This old man is a dignified gentleman, so why did this Puppet use nothing but underhanded Moves? It even used Monkey Steals the Peach. Ouch ouch... that's too freaking sneaky."

"Revered Master, I did my best. I really couldn't beat the ninth floor!" Mu Wanqing said softly with her head lowered.

Chen Xuan reached out and patted her head, shaking it slightly, "Not bad, you actually reached the ninth floor, which is even better than I expected."

Not receiving her Revered Master's criticism, Mu Wanqing was somewhat surprised. A faint smile appeared on her face as she took out a pitch-black long sword and three small milky-white porcelain bottles from her storage ring.

"Revered Master, these are the rewards obtained in the tower; this Disciple offers them to Revered Master. There are some other things that Revered Master probably won't need, so I plan to give them to my Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters."

Chen Xuan took the pitch-black long sword and gave it a simple look.

The entire long sword was as if cast from ink jade, with a faint dark light flowing along the spine. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and its edge was tinged with a very faint layer of frost-white, feeling slightly cool but not biting to the touch.

It was a fifth-grade magic treasure!

He flicked the blade with his finger, and it hummed and vibrated softly without any discordant noise.

A fifth-grade magic treasure wasn't even qualified to enter the shelves of the System Shop, but after all, this was a long sword gifted by his Founding Senior Disciple, so it had a different meaning for Chen Xuan.

With a thought from Chen Xuan, the pitch-black long sword immediately turned into a streak of light and was stored in his storage space.

"I'll accept this sword. As for these third-grade elixirs, they aren't of much use to me, so keep them for yourself in case of emergency."