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Lan Minghua stood beneath the vast expanse of the sky, his hair whipping wildly in the wind, his tattered robes fluttering.
His gaze was like lightning. He slowly raised his sword fingers and uttered in a low voice, "Sword Nine: A Weary Horse, Yellow Wine, and Six Thousand Li!"
Before his voice had even faded, the world was plunged into an abrupt silence, as if time itself had frozen in that very instant.
Immediately after, a sword qi of unparalleled brilliance erupted from Lan Minghua's fingertips, like the Silver River pouring down from the heavens, stretching across the entire sky.
This sword qi was not sharp or aggressive; instead, it carried a sense of desolate grandeur and heroic spirit, as if it bore the weight of a thousand years of mortal joys and sorrows, love and hate.
The sword qi flowed like a great river, vast and mighty, extending for six thousand li.
Wherever it passed, heaven and earth lost their color. Even the sky, which had been dyed crimson by the blood-red sword qi, was now illuminated in a sheet of silver-white.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. With a deafening roar that shook the heavens, the silver-white sword qi violently collided with the blood-red sword qi, the Sun Holy Sword, and the Golden Trident.
In that instant, the world trembled violently, and the entire continent seemed to shudder under the force of this single blow. A furious wave of energy swept out in all directions, tearing the clouds asunder, cracking the earth, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to flow backward.
However, Lan Minghua's sword qi remained as steadfast as a monolith, single-handedly blocking the attacks of the three deities. The blood-red sword qi was swallowed by the galactic river of Sword Nine, the light of the Sun Holy Sword was suppressed, and the might of the Golden Trident was forcefully cut off.
"So what if you are gods? This is a sword of the mortal realm!"
Lan Minghua's voice echoed between heaven and earth. His Sword Nine, "A Weary Horse, Yellow Wine, and Six Thousand Li," shattered the blood-red sword qi and shot straight into the Divine Realm.
In the Divine Realm, a silver-white sword qi tore through the void and struck the Asura God. The God-King was knocked back, and the spot on his shoulder where he was hit sizzled and smoked. He was clearly injured.
He looked down upon the mortal world, his gaze meeting Lan Minghua's across the infinite distance. "A sword of the mortal realm? Not bad at all! Lan Minghua, is it? You are the first human to ever earn my genuine respect."
However, he did not continue his attack. As the God of Judgment, he could not openly violate the rules of the Divine Realm.
Although he refrained from acting further, that old fox, the Sea God, had already made his move in secret. He used his divine power to transport Tang San and Dai Mubai to Sea God Island and sent Qian Renxue and the others from Spirit Hall back to their headquarters. Because the Sea God himself had acted, even Yunshan was unable to react in time.
Lan Minghua narrowed his eyes, his gaze seeming to cross an endless distance to land upon the Sea God.
"The Sea God, is it? Clearly, any god who would choose someone like Tang San as his successor is no good. If the experience card's duration were long enough for me to run rampant in the Divine Realm, I would have twisted your head off at the very least."
However, after what had just transpired, he had also discovered the upper limit of the "Rotten Life Hua Peak Experience Card." Although it could rival a God-King, it couldn't make him truly invincible in the Divine Realm. Therefore, to become stronger, he couldn't rely solely on the Rotten Life Hua template.
"It seems that to dominate this backwater fantasy world, relying on the Rotten Life Hua template alone is not enough. I can only place my hopes on the lottery system now."
Lan Minghua was not overly worried. After all, his current strength was more than enough to let him do as he pleased on the continent.
He cast a cool glance at the sky and then descended.
On the ground, Oscar and the others watched this scene, their hearts filled with utter shock.
"So… so strong. Is this Master's true power?"
It wasn't just the new disciples like Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er; even Oscar and the others, who had been with Lan Minghua for a long time, were witnessing his true, all-out power for the very first time.
However, Lan Minghua paid them no mind. His gaze swept over the now-empty ruins of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"Where are they?"
Hearing this, Yunshan stepped forward with a look of shame. "Sect Master, due to a moment of my negligence, they were rescued and taken away."
Yingxian and the others stood in fearful silence. Letting Qian Daoliu and his group escape was their failure.
Lan Minghua, however, didn't seem to mind. After a moment of thought, he issued his commands to the group.
"Yingxian, the five of you are to go and annihilate the Clear Sky Clan. Qinglong, you four will destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Yunshan and Wusong, you two will personally make a trip to the Heaven Dou Empire."
Just as his voice fell, Yunshan asked, "Sect Master, what about Spirit Hall?"
Spirit Hall had suffered the fewest casualties in this conflict; it could not even be said that they had been seriously wounded. Only some insignificant people had died. Apart from Golden Crocodile Douluo, none of the other Titled Douluo had perished.
Lan Minghua shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Let them cling to their miserable existence for a while longer. If I kill them all now, wouldn't the future be incredibly boring? Go. By tomorrow, I want to hear the news I wish to hear."
"Yes, Sect Master." Yunshan and the others vanished in an instant. The continent was on the verge of a momentous change.
Feng Qingyuan and Shui Ningshuang felt incredibly fortunate that they had not stopped Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er from becoming Lan Minghua's disciples. After all, Lan Minghua had just decided the fates of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Clear Sky Clan, and the Heaven Dou Empire with but a few casual words.
Lan Minghua had no desire to linger at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. He swept up Oscar and the others and shot into the sky, leaving only a single sentence for Shui Ningshuang and Feng Qingyuan.
"I am taking them with me. Return to your respective academies. You will naturally be protected by the experts of the Heavenly Dragon Gang."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyuan and Shui Ningshuang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Without Lan Minghua's promise, they would have had to live in constant fear. They were only Spirit Douluo; against a behemoth like Spirit Hall, they were nothing but a small boat in a raging storm. The slightest misstep would mean a death with no burial. Now, with Lan Minghua's promise, they no longer feared retaliation from Spirit Hall.
In the sky, Oscar asked, "Master, where are we going?"
"Where? Back to the Heavenly Dragon Gang, of course. What, did you want to go back to Shrek Academy?"
Faced with Lan Minghua's question, Oscar gave an embarrassed laugh but still nodded.
Lan Minghua was puzzled, thinking he was truly that attached to Shrek Academy. However, Oscar's next words left him speechless.
"Um, Master, could I possibly bring Teacher Li Yusong and the others to live at the Heavenly Dragon Gang as well? I'm a little worried about leaving them at Shrek Academy."
"Tch, that's hardly a big deal," Lan Minghua said, rolling his eyes and tapping him on the head. "Once I get you all settled, I'll personally go and pick them up."
"Hehe, I knew you were the best to me, Master," Oscar said, rubbing his head with a silly grin.
Lan Minghua shot him an exasperated look and then brought them to the Heavenly Dragon Building. Although the building had been constructed by just Jianglong and Fuhu, it was in no way inferior to the headquarters of clans like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. It was just a little short on people and things, but in every other aspect, it was on par with any major clan.
Lan Minghua set them down, told them to find their own rooms, and then returned to his exclusive office.
He collapsed into his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
If the Asura God and those other bastards had disregarded the rules of the Divine Realm and were determined to kill me, I might not have survived.
"Hah, my strength is still a bit lacking. And after this, the fact that my combat power fluctuates is no longer a secret. I hope the upcoming lottery draw gives me a pleasant surprise."
With that, Lan Minghua began to take stock of the Master Points he had accumulated.
First, Oscar and the other three had placed in the top four of the Spirit Master Exchange Tournament, earning him 8,000 Master Points. Then, taking on Shui Bing'er and Feng Xiaotian as disciples had netted him another 1,600. During the tournament, Oscar's Golden Light Curse had broken through to the great success stage. Adding in all the other miscellaneous points, he now had over ten thousand Master Points.
Lan Minghua was quite satisfied with this. He silently chanted in his mind.
"System, give me a hundred consecutive draws, right now!"
(End of this chapter)