183: When Lao Tzu ascends to the Gold Saint level, even Hades can't stop him!

Inside the Nether God Temple, twelve squads of Xuanming Guards were lined up in the great hall.

They were imposing and filled with Killing Intent.

Although killing Nether Spirits did not result in gushing blood, Lin Chuan felt as if he saw monstrous bloody light emanating from these more than one hundred Monarch-rank Spirits.

He wondered if the effect of the [rank fruit] was applicable to the Xuanming Guards?

If it was, these Monarch-rank Spirits could also slaughter King-rank Nether Spirits!

With Ming Shuo's help, the squads had almost entirely slaughtered the Monarch-rank Spirits in this area over the past few days.

Five to six thousand monarch-rank soul orbs had half been consumed by the remaining nine Monarch Rank captains, leaving two to three thousand.

Lin Chuan immediately threw them all into the Nether Domain Space.

In an instant, the gray fog within the Nether Domain Space surged endlessly, and the thick mist in the distance seemed to thin considerably, all being drawn over.

In just a moment, the number of 'people' inside the Nether Domain Space, which originally only had twenty or so, instantly increased by more than a hundredfold.

Over two thousand Monarch-rank Spirits automatically formed a square formation and knelt on one knee.

"Greetings, my Lord!"

"Rise. Ten spirits per squad, await orders," Lin Chuan said calmly.

"Understood!"

After exiting the Nether Domain Space, Lin Chuan pondered his next plan.

Monarch-rank Spirits did not significantly boost his overall strength, and this scale was temporarily sufficient.

If he sent them all out, the Nether Spirits in the surrounding Elementary areas would not be enough to hunt.

Calculating it, the Monarch-level Nether Beasts in one area would, at most, only be enough to simultaneously Cultivate twenty or so spirits to the King-rank threshold in one go.

After that, he would have to wait for them to regenerate, or for the subordinates below to advance, which required time.

A Mid-level Temple Nether King, counting the subordinate Elementary areas, typically controlled about twenty King-rank Nether Spirits effectively, and perhaps another twenty or thirty who harbored ulterior motives.

Lin Chuan’s short-term goal was to at least be comparable to an Intermediate area, only then would he have enough confidence to expand rapidly.

Lin Chuan did not plan to touch the four areas belonging to the Ming Clan.

As the saying goes, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, and these four areas served as Yu Ming Academy's best protective umbrella.

And the Elementary Temple belonging to the You Clan was Lin Chuan's target...

After clarifying his thoughts, Lin Chuan waved his hand, and two king-rank soul pearls landed in the hands of Nether Four and Underworld Five.

"Go and advance."

"Thank you, my Lord!"

"You four King-rank Nether Spirits, act as Protectors for them."

"Yes."

Having spoken, the six spirits left the Temple in sequence.

Afterward, Lin Chuan gathered the remaining hundred-plus spirits and put them all into the Nether Domain Space.

"Your twelve squads are disbanded.

Each of you will lead a team individually.

Starting today, only those who reach the King-rank threshold will be granted a name."

"Understood!"

Having dealt with this, Lin Chuan waited quietly.

Waiting for what?

Waiting for the sound of thunder, of course.

Otherwise, being startled would be terrifying; being mentally prepared beforehand made things much better...

"Boom... Boom..."

Two startling claps of thunder exploded again in the ears of everyone inside the Academy Secret Realm.

"Headmaster, are you sure you aren't going to check? This is the third time?" Xia Yuan whispered.

"You damn well know it's the third time, do you think the other three are just decorations? It's already uncontrollable, damn it!" Leng Hong cursed.

"But if this continues, the Secret Realm is doomed! Why don't you go and discuss it with that Temple Nether King, ask him to keep sleeping and stop causing trouble.

There's no reward for working so hard to hit quotas!"

"If you want this Old Xia to die, just say so; no need to beat around the bush.

Isn't it just the position of Headmaster? Wouldn't it be fine if I passed it to you?"

"That would be great, cough cough... I mean to say my qualifications aren't enough yet; I need to at least be a true King-rank."

"If you know that, why aren't you Cultivating quickly? Scram!"

"Oh."

Having said that, Xia Yuan turned and left directly.

"Don't you dare go beg Xia Jing, he has more important things to do!" Leng Hong suddenly called out from behind him.

Xia Yuan paused his steps, then said in a deep voice, "Understood."

The entire Secret Realm, whether the military camp or the academy, was immersed in an atmosphere of solemn Killing Intent.

In less than two weeks, there had been three consecutive King-rank Nether Spirit advancements.

Everyone was numb, and an atmosphere of despair spread throughout the Secret Realm.

"Clap... Clap... Clap."

Lin Chuan heard someone knocking on the door, so his consciousness returned to his main body.

"Damn, you finally decided to come out of seclusion?" Without opening the door, he knew it could only be Xia Siye.

"Damn, I advanced to Gold Rank, and even a Temple Nether King couldn't stop me!" Xia Siye declared bombastically.

"What does that have to do with the Temple Nether King?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"Damn it, a clap of thunder almost caused me to suffer Qi Deviation.

Do you think there's a connection?

Luckily, I stabilized myself and benefited from the misfortune.

I even suspect whether this bunch of Temple Nether Kings agreed amongst themselves to specifically advance when I am advancing, damn it!" Xia Siye grumbled and cursed.

He had completely lost the cool image of the elegant Young Master he once held.

"Ahem... It's not easy for those Temple Nether Kings either, finally advancing to King-rank..." Lin Chuan was still rambling on the side.

But Xia Siye interrupted him, "Let's go, let's go out for a drink, my treat!"

"Alright." Lin Chuan was idle anyway, so he did not refuse...

The two arrived at the largest restaurant in the school area.

Before they even entered, they saw a large group of people streaming out.

Passersby quickly moved out of the way.

Leading the group was Long Chenhao, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

A bunch of lackeys surrounded him, looking very imposing.

"Yo, isn't this Xia Siye, the eternal second place?

You advanced to Gold Rank, but too bad, you're still one step slower than me, haha." Long Chenhao was slightly drunk, but he still recognized Xia Siye immediately.

"Old Xia, you have a nickname like that?" Lin Chuan laughed from the side.

Judging by what Long Chenhao said, it seemed they were competing on leveling speed?

"Second place? I wouldn't dare claim that.

It seems the fastest person to advance to Gold Rank this year is Lin Chuan, right?

Long Chenhao, you are the second place." Xia Siye said expressionlessly.

"Lin Chuan? Damn." When Long Chenhao heard Xia Siye mention that name, he sobered up halfway.

He turned his head and saw that annoying fellow right in front of him, didn't he?

Now, he was completely sober.

"Damn it, you dare show up in front of me?" Long Chenhao roared.

Just because the Dragon Clan hadn't dealt with him yet didn't mean Long Chenhao had forgotten.

Whether it was the extortion in the College Entrance Examination Secret Realm or stealing his title as this year's top student... the new grudges and old hatreds were etched into his bones.

"Why wouldn't I dare? Did you bring enough Spirit Stones today?" Lin Chuan said with ill intentions.

"Damn!" Long Chenhao subconsciously touched the Storage Ring on his finger.

Fortunately, it was hard and still there.

"How dare you speak to Young Master Long like that? Do you have a death wish?" A few lackeys nearby couldn't stand it and immediately stepped forward, ready to fight.

Whether they could win or not was secondary; at least they had to show attitude.

"Going to fight? Everyone look, he was the one who struck first..." As he spoke, Lin Chuan casually extended his fist and blocked a punch.

Only a "crack" sound was heard, and that person's arm broke.

He fell to the ground, screaming miserably.

This move immediately stunned most of the lackeys.

"Holy crap, I didn't even use force.

Are you trying to frame me for injury?" Lin Chuan stared straight at Long Chenhao and said, acting as if Long Chenhao was the one trying to frame him.