My Master Only Breaks Through on the Edge of Death

In recent times, that ten-mile-long ring road has become the nightmare of all disciples in the sect.

Even the powerful disciples like Wang Xuanxin and Xiong Li, have managed to cover only a little over half the distance.

Admittedly a nightmare, but it is also their goal.

The moment they get some free time, they immediately go to the Secret Realm to challenge the ring road.

Today, Han Feiyu came to the exterior of the ring road through the teleportation array once again.

An endless pressure was constantly battering Han Feiyu’s immortal body and spirit.

“Senior Brother Feiyu, today we must give it our all until we reach the four-mile post,” Sword Wuji clenched his fists and declared resolutely.

Last time, both of them fell just a hundred meters short of the four-mile marker.

“Alright, today we have to be forcibly sent back by Pu Tao.” Han Feiyu looked at the ring road, his eyes were filled with determination.

When a disciple’s limit was reached and it started to harm their origin, Pu Tao would forcibly send them back to the sect.

Due to the large number of disciples challenging the ring road, Pu Tao set up 10,000 areas like this.

Han Feiyu and Sword Wuji, the two of them were walking on this ring road as if they were old ladies out for a stroll.

The endless pressure was pulling at them, and it seemed like, with just a slight gust of wind, both of them would collapse.

“You guys are here too, how far did you manage to go during your last attempt?” A voice sounded behind the two of them.

Turning their heads laboriously to look at Wang Xiangchi, they said: “Master, the rules are slightly unique here, we hope you would forgive us for not paying formal respects.”

Here, if one were to bow, there would be a question if they could stand up again.

“I understand, let’s go together.”

Wang Xiangchi seemed to be faring slightly better than his two disciples, but only marginally. The difference was akin to that between an old man and an old woman.

Thus, the three of them proceeded to amble along the ring road together, at a snail’s pace.

“Master, I heard through the grapevine that the new area the sect has recently established is for…” Sword Wuji said.

“Yes, you’re right. My old man wants to gather all his predestined loves from his past life around him.” Wang Xiangchi said indifferently. He had come to terms with this matter during this period of time.

“Should Feiyu and I prepare some gifts?” Sword Wuji asked.

“What gifts can you prepare? If you need some Mysterious Yellow Qi, you can accompany me to greet my aunts when they arrive and I can guarantee you will make a killing.”

“Feiyu, are you going?” Wang Yulun turned his head to look at his senior disciple.

“I’ll go with Wuji, I heard Master’s aunts are at least at the Saint realm, and I want to widen my horizons,” Han Feiyu remembered the illusion he once experienced in front of his Master Ancestor.

“Alright, when they arrive, I’ll call you to go with me,” Wang Xiangchi said with a laugh.

As they chatted, the trio had unknowingly walked a mile.

Considering the current conditions of the three men’s Immortal body and spirit, they could still walk comfortably for a while.

At this moment, with the help of two puppets, Qian Wanbing was taking one step at a time, walking faster than the trio.

“Senior Brother Qian, isn’t this cheating?” Sword Wuji pointed at Qian Wanbing and disagreed.

“How is it cheating? Puppets are part of my power,” Qian Wanbing chuckled. He had thought up an efficient way to pass the challenge.

One-inch-round crystal of Hongmeng purple qi was money. If it was an opportunity to earn, Qian Wanbing would never give it up.

Not paying much attention to the three of them, Qian Wanbing swiftly moved away with the help of his puppets.

However, the two puppets didn’t endure for long as they shattered into fragments just about 150 yards ahead of the trio.

A miserable cry echoed out, the sound piercing through the heart, as though he had lost a loved one.

“My top-grade golden immortal Puppets!!”

“In this place, any object with a spirit will be subjected to the pressure of realm gravity,” Wang Xiangchi stated indifferently.

“Then why aren’t the construction puppets from the Sect affected?” Sword Wuji asked laboriously, pointing at a puppet mining field in the distance.

“The protection of the Great Dao from your Master Ancestor has been applied to them, of course they are not affected,” said Wang Xiangchi.

At that moment, Wang Xiangchi noticed a problem.

“Feiyu, you’ve spoken very little today. Is something bothering you?”

As a good Master, he should care, whether it’s about life or cultivation.

Han Feiyu just shook his head without saying anything.

An hour later, 50 meters away from the four-gauge mark, Wang Xiangchi and Sword Wuji were already forced to lie on the ground. The two of them stared dumbfoundedly at Han Feiyu, who was still moving forward with gritted teeth.

“Master, next time we challenge, chatting is forbidden.”

After Sword Wuji finished speaking, two balls of sacred light surrounded them, forcibly teleporting them back to the Hidden Spirit Sect.

Han Feiyu, however, still gripped his teeth and bore the discomfort of his immortal body and immortal soul, inching forward little by little.

He was only three allons away from the four-gauge mark.

At that moment, a strong, big hand slapped Han Feiyu on the shoulder.

“That’s substantial, Feiyu. I never realized before that you were this strong,” the hearty voice of Xiong Li rang out.

Afterwards, a sphere of Holy Sun Power enveloped Han Feiyu, forcibly teleporting him back to the Hidden Spirit Sect.

Xiong Li stared blankly at the hand still suspended in the void.

“I hope the First Rich won’t be angry.”

Han Feiyu, who had been teleported back to Hidden Spirit Island, had a somewhat blank look in his eyes.

He was about to touch the four-gauge mark when he was unexpectedly smacked away by a slap.

“Senior Brother Xiong Li, I hate you!!”

In the small courtyard, Xu Fan lay leisurely in a lounge chair, watching the news from the Three Thousand Realms and unlocking the System Rune Sphere.

At that moment, a figure slowly descended into the courtyard.

“Master, your disciple has returned,” said Xu Gang.

Xu Gang had gone to the Chaos Territory to cultivate recently.

“So what did you gain from your time in the Chaos Territory?” Xu Fan asked with a smile.

A mass of Chaotic Spirit Fire appeared in Xu Gang’s hand, causing spatial fluctuations.

If the power of that Chaotic Spirit Fire was to increase further, it could burn through space.

“Not bad, you’ve comprehended the Chaos Dao Law. I believe it won’t be much longer before you achieve the Quasi-Saint.” Xu Fan said approvingly.

“Master, I would like to comprehend the Chaos Five Elements before becoming a Quasi-Saint,” Xu Gang said respectfully.

“You can. With your current strength, comprehending the Chaos Five Elements and then advancing to a Quasi-Saint is pushing it, but you can do it,” Xu Fan calmly replied.

A Jade Disc emitting the qi of Chaos hovered in front of Xu Gang.

“This contains an outline of the principle of Chaos Five Elements Dao that I have summarized. It will help you to comprehend the Chaos Five Elements,” Xu Fan said. He had prepared this long before for his disciples.

“Thank you, Master.”

“What’s with the formalities? You’re like family. As my front-man in the future, the stronger you are, the better,” Xu Fan lazily said as he gently swayed in his lounge chair.

“I understand, Master. I will definitely become a Sage-Level strongman in the future,” Xu Gang said with determination in his eyes.

“A Sage-Level strongman?”

“But you’re my senior disciple, this aspiration is too small.”

“Your target should be the Chaos Great Sage.”

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