- 220: Dreams (1)


    : : Dreams (1)


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    Atop the Sword Clouds, this pinnacle made entirely of Red Crystals basked in light, scattering a rosy glow that dyed arge swath of the sky crimson, stunning in its breathtaking beauty.


    At the very top of the pinnacle, there was a bare tform, made of stone and without a single treethis was the summit.


    The newly emerged Elder Xu, breaking through the clouds, saw two people lying side by side on the edge of the cliff, continuously vomiting towards the cloud sea.


    Blech


    Blech???


    Blech


    The alternating sounds of retching from the two left Elder Xu covering his face as hended his sword on the tform. He really couldnt understand how a Mortal Realm martial artist, having only drank six cups of alcohol, could vomit so profusely.


    After a while, struggling, Tang Luo managed to raise his head. His face regained rity. He took a cloth from his bosom and ced it on his face in one swift motion.


    No need to hide, there are no strangers here! Elder Xu teasingly crouched beside him andughed, It seems like I need to drink with you more often, otherwise, what will you do in the future! free webno vel


    At this moment, Mi Bai also regained hisposure, rolling over and lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his stomach still roiling.


    Though both their alcohol tolerance was poor, it wasnt to this extent. It was just that they had witnessed the exhrating cheers of children, Tang Luos high difficulty maneuvers in mid-air had caused their organs to churn. Not to mention the extreme flight into the clouds, as soon as Tang Luo set him down on the tform, he couldnt help but vomit.


    And when Tang Luo heard his vomiting sound, he followed suit. Thats the scene Elder Xu had walked into.


    Tang Luo, having recovered, wiped his face carefully. He then took out another cloth from his bosom and threw it onto the gasping Mi Bai, shaking his head wearily, Alcohol, its truly lethal.


    Eh~ Ah! Elder Xu said with a grin, Alcohol tolerance, thats something trained. Just drink more and youll be fine.


    Forget it, Id rather drink less. Tang Luo shook his head and sat down cross-legged.


    He didnt want to get drunk again. That drastic change in disposition, he also didnt want to experience it another time.


    At the same time, Mi Bai also stood up, picked up the cloth from his bosom, wiped his face, and leaned against a crystal-like rock, panting heavily.


    Both people who had been vomiting were sitting on the summit as if someone had hit them in the head, in a dazed state.


    Heh~ Elder Xu chuckled, simply sitting down cross-legged as well. He could tell, these two were not in the mood to chat, so he might as well enjoy the view.


    The whole sea of clouds before him was dyed red, while the distant sky was a deep azure. Having traveled thirty thousand miles, this was the first time he had witnessed such a spectacr sight, definitely worth thoroughly appreciating.


    Finally regaining his breath, Mi Bai propped himself up on the crystal-like rock, sat down next to Elder Xu, looking at the sea of clouds beyond the cliff, utterly awestruck.


    So the three of them sat on the summit of Red Cloud Peak, staring nkly at the crimson sea of clouds and the vast clear sky. In moments of emptiness, people always unconsciously recall certain things.


    They could clearly see that the expressions of the three men were bing more and more hazy, as if each of them were filled with countless worries.


    Gazing out, Elder Xu moodily spoke, I have a dream.


    With his hand holding his chin, Tang Luo stared at the sea of clouds and casually remarked, A goal dreamed by a Saints son must be quite extraordinary.


    Heh. Elder Xu let out a bitterugh, filled with self-mockery, Extraordinary, indeed.


    This unexpected bout of bitterness startled Mi Bai and Tang Luo. The two exchanged nces. They had never imagined that such a helpless, self-mocking expression would appear on the face of a son from a Saints royal family. In their minds, he had never shown a trace of weakness.


    Speak up, what kind of dream is so difficult? Tang Luo asked with a furrowed brow.


    Old Master Xu looked back at Tang Luo, ced his hands on his knees, and sat upright. He spoke seriously, I want to prove to the Xu n that there are no superior or inferior bloodlines. Even the lowest-ranked mortal-level 9th-grade bloodline, if developed to its zenith, can equallypete with those powerful bloodlines!


    Being a saintly family renowned for their expertise in sword arts and bloodline study, the current three-tier, 9th-grade bloodline standard under heaven was set by the Xu n, used to measure the strength of bloodlines worldwide.


    Moreover, within the Xu n, a trend to distribute resources based on bloodline rank had emerged. Even a foolish martial artist, once they awakened a high-grade bloodline, would be treated like a treasure by the family.


    This trend is growing stronger, and many young martial artists in the Xu n no longer attach importance to martial arts cultivation; instead, they focus their minds on awakening a high-grade bloodline. If this trend continues, who will still devote themselves to practicing martial arts wholeheartedly?


    Although Mi Bai didnt understand much about martial arts, he could hear Old Master Xus unyielding spirit in his words. He said with respect, I wish you sess, Brother Xu!


    However, Tang Luo was not so easily fooled. He felt that Old Master Xu was walking down a path to death.


    In history, those who had made a historic mark were powerful bloodline martial artists. Otherwise, how could the fragile human race withstand the gifted beasts?


    Old Master Xus dream was nothing less than defying the Heavens. He aspired to ovee the upper ranks with a low-grade bloodline.


    But the reason dreams are called dreams, not goals, is because the sess rate of dreams is infuriatingly low.


    So, how do you n to do it? Tang Luo, as a researcher of martial arts, could not simply wish him well. Because he understood how formidable a martial artist with a bloodline was, the key to whether Old Master Xu could fulfill his dream lies in whether he could find a method. bender


    Old Master Xu stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, his hands behind his back. A method? The powerful Heaven-level bloodline all have unpredictable power. Hes currently overwhelmed even by Tang Sens unparalleled strength, not to mention others.


    But the more this is the case, the more he wants to prove, With my mortal-level, 9th-grade bloodline, I aim to overshadow the world and be the next Saint Lord of the Xu n!


    This is his deepest ambition, never mentioned to his rtives. But here on Red Cloud Peak, he revealed it to Tang Luo and Mi Bai.


    Everyone only sees the result of Young Master Changfeng bing the Xu ns current Walking Saint. But no one knows how much he has given.


    The young man, who awakened the lowest-ranked Attract&Supplement talent, was once abandoned by his family because his talent was just too mediocre.


    By having intercourse with females and absorbing their spiritual power, but each female can only be absorbed once, and it requires having the females reach ecstasy and release their yin essence.


    When the bloodline researchers of the Xu n understood the bloodline Old Master Xu awakened, they immediately gave up on him because they didn t believe this bloodline, with its harsh triggering conditions and no enhancement tobat power, had any future.


    As the son of the mighty Sword Saint Changfeng, awakening the lowest-grade bloodline, everyone believed that Old Master Xu could at most be amon swordsman.


    Until Old Master Xu broke through the mortal realm at fifteen and began avish lifestyle, leading the Xu n topletely lose hope in him.


    Starting with the maids and ves around him, Old Master Xu sessively dragged them into his bed. After having slept with a ve, he moved onto the maids, even the kitchen maids and female servants were not spared.


    The entire Xu mansion became his yground, and every time he was seen, he would be rolling on the bed with a woman.


    Later on, whether they were nobledies or prostitutes, Young Master Changfeng never refused anyone. Even the old prostitutes who were unpopr in the red-light district didnt disgust him.


    In just two or three years, Old Master Xus reputation hadpletely decayed. Everyone in Middle Ying City talked about Young Master Changfengs lust and faithlessness, saying that as soon as he put on his pants, he disowned people. The female rtives in the n avoided him like a snake and a scorpion, afraid of having contacts with him. His cousins saw him as a disgrace to the Xu n. But nobody expected that, at the age of eighteen, Old Master Xu, with his semi-aplished Tongming Sword Body and near infinite spiritual power, crushed all the martial artists of the Xu n in the Mortal Realm, taking the position of the Walking Saint of the Xu n in one fell swoop.


    Underdogs overthrowing their superiors, thats it!


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