Chapter 9: Settling Old Scores

  Before long, three days and three nights had passed.

  Wang Xuanyang condensed one hundred and eight talismans.

  With less than five days left until the assessment period, he must condense the last 185 symbols in the remaining five days.

  The burden is heavy and the road is long.

  He had hardly rested at all before, and had concentrated all his energy on condensing the symbols. Three days and three nights later, he only managed to condense a total of 108 symbol seeds.

  "It seems like we can only try harder."

  Wang Xuanyang took a deep breath.

  Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked fiercely at a figure sitting cross-legged not far away.

  It was indeed the boy in gray clothes.

  Only saw the gray-clothed youth suddenly open his eyes, and in the opening, a flash of essence sparkled, and a symbol shadow could be faintly seen hidden in the essence.

  "Did it succeed?"

  Wang Xuanyang was shocked in his heart and soon felt a little relieved.

  Such a person with courage, vision and sufficient willpower, if he cannot set foot on the path of Tao, is really too wasteful.

  Fortunately, he succeeded.

  Wang Xuanyang was delighted for him.

  The youth in grey had an ecstatic look on his face, but he was resolute and didn't shout like others. Instead, he forcibly suppressed it, as if he sensed Wang Xuanyang's gaze, suddenly looked over, and revealed strong gratitude in his eyes.

  This is from the heart.

  He knew that without Wang Xuan Yang's High Grade Return Spirit Dan, he would never have had the chance to condense out a Symbol Kind.

  Only he knew how much effect the high-grade Return Spirit Pill had achieved.

  He had already regarded Wang Xuanyang as his benefactor and vowed in his heart that he must repay Wang Xuanyang well.

  Wang Xuanyang smiled slightly and nodded his head, which was a congratulatory gesture.

  He immediately closed his eyes and continued to ponder the next basic symbol.

  The youth in grey stood up, took a deep look at Wang Xuan Yang's back, and then walked out of the Symbol Stele Square. He had not eaten or drunk for three days and nights, and was now extremely hungry. Moreover, he had condensed out the symbol species, and his heart felt incredibly light and excited.

  Two more days have passed.

  Wang Xuanyang once again condensed seventy-five talismans.

  There are still 105 species left.

  He now has 260 symbols condensed, which means his cultivation has reached the level of 260 symbol apprentices.

  Suddenly, Wang Xuanyang only felt his breath suddenly suffocating, and his spirit was frozen. The original smooth operation of the spirit seemed to have been subjected to terrible compression, making it extremely difficult to operate.

  Immediately, he felt a terrible pressure coming from one direction, like a landslide or tsunami, endless and relentless, wave after wave.

  "What is this?"

  Wang Xuanyang opened his eyes and was shocked beyond measure.

  This spiritual pressure is truly too terrifying, almost materializing into a genuine spiritual force assault.

  Apparently, some people have reached the level of great perfection of the apostles, and further progress can open up spiritual channels and release spiritual energy from their minds.

  Wang Xuanyang hastily looked over, and the one emitting this aura was a white-clothed young man. He stood proudly, with layers of light and shadow around him, as if forming a symbol that surrounded and revolved around him. The most terrifying thing was that these symbols seemed to be revolving simultaneously, mobilizing the power between heaven and earth, with him at the center, and waves of air rolled in.

  This is just a Great Perfection cultivator, if it were a true cultivator of the Dao, Wang Xuan Yang couldn't even imagine how terrifying that would be?

  "Haha, I've finally gathered all the elemental symbols, and the Great Circle is now complete."

  That white-clad figure let out a maniacal laugh.

  The sound shakes the fields, and its power is unmatched.

  Outside the stele square, the registered disciples of the Chiyan Society shouted in unison, "Congratulations to the master, advancing to the great perfection of the Fu Disciple, qualified for direct promotion to the inner gate."

  This white-clad figure was none other than the leader of the Red Flame Society, Master Hong.

  He was the first among the five to break through to the Great Perfection level of the Disciples.

  The other four people suddenly opened their eyes, and they all showed a complex expression.

  However, some people remained calm and closed their eyes, continuing to ponder the stele.

  "Four of them, Hong someone left first."

  A figure in white clothes, with a handsome and elegant appearance, burst out laughing and strode towards the outside of the Symbol Stele Square. However, he suddenly turned to look at Wang Xuan Yang, his eyes flashing with sharp lights, countless symbol shadows forming a whirlpool, as if a violent and terrifying spiritual force was about to erupt, creating a terrifying spiritual pressure, like a huge wave, sweeping in, as if it would engulf Wang Xuan Yang.

  Wang Xuanyang's face changed slightly.

  He is now far from reaching three hundred moves, and there is a huge gap with Master Hong, the great master of moves.

  Fortunately, his soul was extremely strong, and although his spirit was shaken by this terrifying spiritual pressure, he was not injured.

  Even if it's a real symbolist with twice the soul strength of Wang Xuan Yang, they probably won't be able to easily harm him.

  "Listen up, kid. I hate it when people overestimate themselves. Let me teach you a lesson. You need to know your place and have some self-awareness. People who don't know their limits won't live long."

  Hong's voice was calm, but full of a strong overbearing tone, with an air of command that did not allow anyone to go against his will.

  After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Wang Xuanyang again and walked straight out of the Fu Bei Square.

  In his view, the spiritual pressure he had just exerted was something that even three hundred Symbol Masters like Wang Xuan Yang could not withstand. Now that he had suffered severe damage to his spirit, it would be difficult for him to recover even if he consumed high-grade Rejuvenation Pills. His future achievements might have reached their limit.

  That's Hong Shixiong's ruthless personality.

  Whoever dares to go against his will, he absolutely won't let this person off.

  Wang Xuanyang's face turned pale, his mind was turbulent and his spiritual power was almost out of control, wreaking havoc everywhere.

  Fortunately, his soul was strong and all the symbols condensed into substance, almost collapsing. Otherwise, he would have been afraid of damaging his soul, losing control of his spiritual power, and even causing the symbols to collapse.

  Hong's sinister intentions made Wang Xuan Yang extremely angry.

  "Today's enemy will be repaid a hundredfold tomorrow."

  Wang Xuanyang made a vow in his heart.

  If it weren't for his own soul being more than twice as strong as that of ordinary people, he would have truly been in a tragic situation this time.

  What a ruthless and poisonous person!

  Wang Xuanyang was furious.

  He knew that Brother Hong would not let him off so easily and what had just happened was only the beginning.

  Wang Xuanyang felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

  If one cannot reach the state of great perfection before the assessment and directly become an inner disciple, it's feared that they will end up in a miserable situation.

  Wang Xuanyang took a deep breath, calming down his anger and thoroughly composed himself. He then consumed a high-grade Revival Dan and continued to study the Symbolic Stele, condensing the fundamental symbols of the Symbol Kind.

  Time flies quickly, Wang Xuanyang crazily condenses symbol seeds.

  At this time, another person reached the level of a great saint, an absolutely beautiful girl, cold as ice and frost. Even from afar, one could feel the aura that repelled people thousands of miles away.

  This woman did not speak disrespectfully to Wang Xuanyang like Hong Shixiong, and even when leaving, she didn't look at Wang Xuanyang from start to finish.

  Boom!

  As the 300th Basic Symbol congealed, Wang Xuan Yang's entire body shook, and all the symbols in his mind vibrated, unexpectedly reaching a strange resonant state.

  This resonance is getting stronger and stronger, with a hint of wanting to tear apart the brain sea, breaking out.

  His eyebrows were all pricked up with pain.

  As the resonance grew to a certain extent, Wang Xuan Yang's body gradually had a shimmering light shadow, getting stronger and stronger, finally forming a series of extremely illusory symbol shadows, like stars, surrounding his body.

  This is an unusual phenomenon that will only occur when you have collected three hundred different types of coins.

  As this strange phenomenon appeared, several others who were contemplating the stele were also startled.

  They cast their eyes over and looked extremely surprised.

  Condensing three hundred talismans, this is no ordinary talent. Even if it can't compare to theirs, the gap isn't far off either.

  It wasn't until a good while later that Wang Xuan Yang finally completely calmed down the three hundred talismans that were resonating together, and continued to comprehend the talismans.

  He didn't waste any time.

  Time is running out, there's only a little more than one day left.

  There are still more than sixty kinds of basic symbols that have not been condensed.

  At normal speed, it's simply impossible.

  "Right, can I condense two types of symbols at once?"

  Wang Xuanyang's heart skipped a beat.

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