180: Chapter 180 A stunningly beautiful woman with a fiery figure! An invitation…

From the moment the martial arts competition began until now, her gaze had never left Zhou Liangan.

Just now, when Zhou Liangan unleashed the Reincarnation Qi, the teacup in her hand paused slightly. And when Zhou Liangan destroyed the White Tiger Heaven-Splitting Claw with a single finger, a captivating smile finally curled at the corners of her lips.

"Interesting." She took a gentle sip of tea, her voice soft, sweet, and melodious, carrying a hint of playfulness. "This young man is truly interesting! Power of Reincarnation! To think he has already grasped the Power of Reincarnation while only at the first stage of the Enlightenment Realm! He is indeed a talent worth molding."

Standing behind her was an old man dressed in a grey robe.

The old man's hair was white, and his face was covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, and he exuded an unfathomable aura.

He was the Young Miss's butler and also a powerhouse at the Peak of the Nirvana Realm.

Hearing the Young Miss's words, the old man was slightly stunned. He looked up at Zhou Liangan in the center of the arena, his eyes revealing a look of astonishment.

"Power of Reincarnation?" The old man frowned. "Young Miss, are you sure you didn't see wrong? The Power of Reincarnation is a legendary power. Ever since the Reincarnation Emperor fell during the ancient era, no one has been able to grasp it. As a mere Cultivator in the Enlightenment Realm, how could he possibly master such power?"

The Young Miss turned her head slightly, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the old man casually, a faint smile on her lips. "Do you think I would see wrong? Although that aura just now was very faint, it was definitely the Power of Reincarnation. Moreover, his comprehension of the Power of Reincarnation has already reached a considerably high Realm. That single finger just now already contained a trace of the essence of the Law of Time and Space. Not to mention that you are only at the Peak of the Nirvana Realm, even a Half-Step Emperor might not be able to withstand that finger."

Upon hearing this, the old man's astonishment deepened.

He knew how sharp his Young Miss's judgment was, and her cultivation was unfathomable. If even she said so, then it absolutely could not be wrong.

"Young Miss, since this young man is so extraordinary, how about I go and recruit him?" the old man said respectfully.

For a faction like theirs, a Genius who could master the Power of Reincarnation was worth as much as an Emperor Weapon. If they could recruit him, it would be a huge boost to their strength.

The Young Miss nodded slightly and placed the teacup in her hand onto the side table.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the tall, straight figure in the center of the arena, a trace of appreciation flashing in her eyes.

"Go," she said indifferently. "Remember, you must absolutely not make an enemy of him. Although you have reached the Peak of the Nirvana Realm, you may not necessarily be this person's opponent. He didn't use his full strength in that move just now."

The old man was completely stunned when he heard this.

He widened his eyes, looking at the Young Miss, his face filled with disbelief. "Young Miss, what did you say? I might not be his opponent? He is only a Cultivator at the first stage of the Enlightenment Realm! Even if he has mastered the Power of Reincarnation and is gifted, the gap in Realm is there; how could I possibly be unable to beat him?"

The old man had experienced countless storms and had slain countless powerhouses in the Nirvana Realm.

He had never imagined that one day, he would be warned by the Young Miss that he could not beat a youth in the Enlightenment Realm.

If this were to spread, the entire cultivation world would surely laugh their heads off.

The Young Miss turned around, looking at the old man, her tone indifferent but carrying an unquestionable majesty. "You are right. This young man's talent is indeed terrifying to the extreme. I can feel that he is still hiding an even more terrifying power on his body—a power that even I have to be wary of."

She paused, her eyes becoming grave as she looked in several other directions of the VIP hall. "Moreover, someone has already set their sights on him. Go quickly; if you are late, it will be too late. Remember, your attitude must be good. No matter what conditions he proposes, agree to them first. Even if we cannot recruit him to our side, we must absolutely not let him become our enemy."

The old man looked at the Young Miss's serious expression and knew that she was not joking.

Although he was still somewhat unconvinced in his heart, he dared not say anything more.

"Yes, Young Miss." The old man bowed respectfully, then turned and walked quickly out of the VIP hall.

Just as the old man walked out of the VIP hall, four other distinct auras quietly rose from different directions of the martial arts arena and quickly approached Zhou Liangan in the center of the arena.

One aura was cold and piercing, carrying a thick smell of blood, clearly coming from a Demonic Path faction.

One aura was overbearing and fierce, carrying the unique majesty of the royal Family.

One aura was elegant and ethereal, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance.

And one aura was mysterious and unfathomable, leaving people unable to guess which Hidden Family it came from.

For a moment, dark currents surged throughout the entire martial arts arena.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the youth in the center of the arena.

And on the arena, Zhou Liangan did not care at all about the covetous gazes around him.

He had long known that after revealing the Power of Reincarnation, he would definitely attract the attention of various factions, and this was exactly the result he wanted.

He just looked coldly at the pale, teetering Patriarch Ye Cangxuan, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Now, do you know the gap between you and me?"

His voice was calm and waveless, yet it struck Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

Patriarch Ye Cangxuan gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Zhou Liangan, his eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.

But when he met Zhou Liangan's cold eyes, a fear that seeped into his bones instantly swept over his entire body.

From those eyes, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and saw the wandering Souls of countless powerhouses.

That was a gaze that had experienced countless cycles of life and death, a gaze that had slain countless gods and demons—it was simply not a gaze a youth should have.

He knew that if he dared to move even an inch, the next second, he would completely disappear from this world.

Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's body trembled uncontrollably; the arrogance and wildness from just a moment ago had vanished completely.

He looked at Zhou Liangan, his lips trembling, but he could not say a single word.

Zhou Liangan looked at his cowardly appearance and sneered disdainfully. "With just this bit of ability, you dare to flaunt your power in front of me?"

He slowly raised his right hand, and the familiar faint purple-silver light lit up at his fingertips again.

Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's face instantly turned as pale as paper, his pupils dilated to the extreme, and his face was filled with despair. "No... don't kill me! I was wrong! I beg you, spare me!"

He no longer cared about the dignity of a powerhouse. With a "thud," he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Zhou Liangan. His forehead hit the bluestone arena, making "thumping" sounds, and blood soon flowed out, staining the bluestone beneath his feet red.

Everyone in the stands was stunned.

No one had expected that Patriarch Ye Cangxuan, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, would actually kneel and beg for mercy from Zhou Liangan.

This scene shocked them even more than Zhou Liangan destroying the White Tiger Heaven-Splitting Claw with a single finger just now.

Zhou Liangan watched Patriarch Ye Cangxuan, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like pounding garlic, without a shred of pity in his eyes.

For someone like this who bullied the weak and feared the strong and treated human life like grass, he would never show mercy.

"You know you were wrong now? It's too late."

Zhou Liangan's voice was as bland as a cup of cold boiled water, devoid of any emotion.

The faint purple-silver light at his fingertips floated out slowly, its speed ridiculously slow, like a feather blown down by the wind, yet it carried an absolute will that could not be avoided.

Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's pupils shrank to the extreme, and the hair all over his body instantly stood on end.

The shadow of death, like a cold viper, coiled around his neck, making even breathing difficult for him.

He frantically circulated the remaining Nirvana Power in his body, wanting to retreat, wanting to resist, wanting to scream and beg for mercy.

But he discovered with horror that his body had been completely imprisoned by an invisible force; he couldn't even move, let alone blink an eye.

He could only watch helplessly as that insignificant faint light inched closer to his forehead.

"Puff."

A muffled sound so soft it was almost inaudible.

The purple-silver light spot sank into the center of Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's forehead, leaving a needle-sized blood hole on his forehead.

There was no expected gushing of blood, nor any shrill screams. That blood hole was like a bottomless black hole, instantly devouring all of Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's vitality.

Immediately after, the pale purple Power of Reincarnation spread out from the blood hole, wrapping around his body like a thin veil.

Patriarch Ye Cangxuan's eyes were still wide open, his face retaining extreme fear and despair, but his body began to turn transparent and dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From his fingertips to his arms, from his torso to his head, bit by bit, he turned into fine silver-purple light spots, drifting away into the air.

In just a short second, Patriarch Ye Cangxuan, the powerhouse at the third stage of the Nirvana Realm who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, had completely disappeared from this world.

Everything, except for the storage ring, was completely annihilated by the Power of Reincarnation.

As if he had never existed.

The entire martial arts arena instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The deafening cheers, discussions, and screams from just a moment ago all came to an abrupt halt.

Thousands of people opened their mouths and widened their eyes, staring blankly at the empty spot in the center of the arena, their minds completely blank.

The wind blew across the stands, sweeping up a few fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound that seemed exceptionally harsh in this deathly silent environment.

Three seconds later.

"Oh my god!"

A heart-wrenching scream broke the silence, like lighting the fuse of a powder keg, and the entire martial arts arena instantly exploded into chaos.

"He's dead! Referee Ye Cangxuan is really dead!"

"Not even a trace was left! What kind of power is that? It's too terrifying!"

"The third stage of the Nirvana Realm! Just like that, gone? He didn't even last one move!"

"Am I dreaming? A kid at the first stage of the Enlightenment Realm actually insta-killed a referee at the third stage of the Nirvana Realm?"

"This is no longer a Genius! This is a Prodigy! He is a reincarnated ancient powerhouse!"

The Loose Cultivators shouted and yelled like madmen; some jumped up in excitement, while others pinched their thighs hard, wanting to confirm if they were dreaming.

The round-faced Loose Cultivator who had mocked Zhou Liangan the most fiercely just now was currently slumped on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and his pants were soaked.

The moment he thought of the things he had just said, he was scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, fearing that Zhou Liangan would hold a grudge and come over to annihilate him with a single finger.

On the referee's stand, all the referees stood up, looking at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Annihilation... it was actually total annihilation..." a white-haired referee said, his voice trembling. "Even the Soul was erased, leaving no chance for Reincarnation. This power... this power..."

As he spoke, he trailed off, his eyes filled with fear and awe.

Just as everyone was immersed in shock and fear, five distinct and powerful auras erupted simultaneously from various corners of the arena.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Five figures, like lightning, landed on the edge of the arena almost at the same time, faintly surrounding Zhou Liangan in the center.

Standing on the far left was a man wrapped entirely in black robes, his head covered in black cloth, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes. He exuded a thick scent of blood and a cold aura; one look was enough to know he was a Cultivator of the Demonic Path.

Standing on the right was a middle-aged man wearing golden armor. He had a burly build, a resolute face, and a tiger-head broadsword strapped to his waist. He carried the iron-blooded Evil Qi of one who had long experienced the battlefield.

Standing directly in front was an old man in white Daoist robes. He had a crane-like appearance with a youthful face, carried a medicine basket on his back, and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.

Standing at the very back was a woman in a cyan dress, her face covered by a white veil, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as water. Her temperament was ethereal and refined, like a Fairy who did not eat the food of the mortal world.

She was the successor of the Hidden Family, the Murong Family—Murong Xue. She had the cultivation of the first stage of the Nirvana Realm, but the strength of the Murong Family was unfathomable, and no one dared to underestimate her.

Standing at the very front, closest to Zhou Liangan, was none other than the old butler of the Xuanyuan Family, Uncle Fu.

He was still wearing his grey robe, with a faint smile on his face, looking like an ordinary old man from next door. However, the aura he exuded was even more powerful than the other four combined.

The five of them stood there, forming a delicate balance.

The air seemed to have frozen, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire arena, making the Loose Cultivators in the distance unable to breathe.

Everyone understood that the real show was only just beginning.

The talent and strength displayed by Zhou Liangan had already alarmed these major forces that dominated various regions.

Next, it was time for them to fight over this peerless Genius.

Uncle Fu stepped forward, breaking the silence.

He first bowed slightly to Zhou Liangan with a respectful attitude, then turned his head to look at the other four. His smile remained unchanged, but his tone carried an unquestionable sense of confidence: "Everyone, my Young Miss is upstairs and would like to invite Mr. Zhou for a chat. You shouldn't object, right?"

As the words fell.

A flash of cruelty flickered in the Blood-Hand Old Demon's blood-red eyes. His hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.

He really wanted to make a move and snatch the person.

But in the end, he did not move.

He gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

He dared not. He had heard of Xuanyuan Qianqian's name; that woman was a lunatic.

Three years ago, in the Xuanyuan Star Domain, a powerhouse at the Peak of the Nirvana Realm offended her and was killed by her when she was only at the third stage of the Enlightenment Realm. Even the entire Family was razed to the ground by the Xuanyuan Family.

Provoking this crazy woman was definitely not worth the loss.

Qin Lie frowned, his right hand subconsciously gripping the tiger-head hilt at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He had come to the Transit Star Region this time under the Emperor's orders to find talented young Cultivators and recruit them into the imperial service.

But after hesitating for a long time, he finally slowly released his grip.

He sighed and shook his head.

The power of the Xuanyuan Family was too great.

Bai Yunzi stroked his white beard, a look of regret appearing on his face.

A complex light flashed in Murong Xue's clear eyes. She took a deep look at Zhou Liangan and then silently stepped back.

Although the Murong Family was a Hidden Family, compared to the Xuanyuan Family, they were still far behind.

Seeing that none of the four had any intention of objecting, the smile on Uncle Fu's face grew even brighter.

He turned to Zhou Liangan and made a gesture of invitation: "Young Master Zhou, my Young Miss is waiting for you upstairs."

Zhou Liangan stood where he was, watching this scene, speechless.

He had thought that the representatives of these major forces were all arrogant and bossy individuals who would definitely fight each other to snatch him.

As it turned out, the moment someone mentioned "my Young Miss," these four big shots who usually walked sideways in the Transit Star Region were like pricked balloons, instantly losing their fire and not daring to even let out a fart.

What on earth is this Xuanyuan Qianqian's background?

To be able to make so many people fear her to this extent?

Zhou Liangan shook his head helplessly. However, since they were so sensible, he couldn't say much more.

Furthermore, he was truly curious about this woman who could make Uncle Fu, a powerhouse at the Peak of the Nirvana Realm, willingly serve as a butler, and who could make all the major forces in the Transit Star Region tremble with fear. What did she look like, and what business did she have with him?

"Then I will trouble you to lead the way, Senior." Zhou Liangan smiled at Uncle Fu, his tone calm.

"Young Master is too polite. Please, lead the way." Uncle Fu quickly stepped aside, letting Zhou Liangan walk in front.

Zhou Liangan did not decline and walked down the arena.

When he walked off the arena, the crowd that had been packed tight instantly parted like Moses parting the sea, automatically scattering to both sides and clearing a wide path.

Everyone kept their heads down, not daring to meet his gaze, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

Those who were still discussing and mocking him just moments ago now wished they could bury themselves in the ground.

Zhou Liangan walked forward without looking sideways, turning a deaf ear to the surrounding gazes and discussions.

To him, killing Patriarch Ye Cangxuan was just a trivial matter, like stepping on an ant, not worth keeping in his heart at all.

Uncle Fu followed behind Zhou Liangan, looking at his tall and straight back, nodding inwardly.

He had seen countless Geniuses; some were successful at a young age, arrogant and domineering; others relied on their talent to be haughty and looked down on everyone.

But this was the first time he had seen someone like Zhou Liangan, who could kill a powerhouse at the third stage of the Nirvana Realm under the eyes of everyone and still maintain such a calm and indifferent state of mind.

No wonder the Young Miss valued him so much. This child's future achievements would absolutely be limitless.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, passed through the noisy crowd and walked up the stairs leading to the VIP room on the second floor.

The stairs were made of sandalwood, and there was no sound when stepping on them. On the walls on both sides hung several priceless ancient paintings, all depicting wonders of the Universe.

At the end of the stairs was a carved sandalwood door.

Uncle Fu stepped forward and gently pushed the door open.

"Young Master Zhou, please enter."

Zhou Liangan nodded and stepped inside.

The decoration in the VIP room was extremely luxurious, but not vulgar.

The floor was covered with a thick Persian cashmere carpet, which felt like stepping on clouds. A huge star map of the Universe hung on the wall, with the locations of various Star Domains marked in gold thread.

In the corner stood a shelf made of thousand-year-old agarwood, on which various antiques and Magic Treasures were placed; taking any one of them out would cause the entire Transit Star Region to go crazy.

By the window, there was a black leather sofa.

A woman was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed.

Her profile had perfect lines, a high nose bridge, and full lips painted with light lipstick.

The sunlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling window, falling on her, as if she were plated with a golden halo, beautiful enough to make one breathless.

She sat there quietly, lazy, elegant, and carrying an innate majesty of a superior, as if the whole world was under her control.

Zhou Liangan was stunned for a moment.

He had seen at least eight or ten thousand beauties; from the Nine Heavens mysterious ladies down to mortal stunners, he had seen all kinds of beauties.

But he had to admit that the woman in front of him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Her beauty was not the kind that was weak and needed protection, but a kind that was aggressive and dignified, like a blooming red rose, delicate and dripping, yet carrying deadly thorns.

However, this daze only lasted for a second.

In the next second, Zhou Liangan regained his composure, his eyes calm and waveless, without the slightest infatuation or blasphemy.

He had seen too many beauties and knew that the more beautiful a woman was, the more dangerous she often was.

Xuanyuan Qianqian had obviously noticed his arrival long ago.

Seeing that Zhou Liangan was only stunned for a moment before quickly regaining his calm, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in her eyes.

You have to know, even those old monsters who had lived for thousands of years could not help but lose their composure when seeing her.

And this teenager before her could actually have such strong willpower; it was truly rare.

She chuckled, her voice soft and pleasant, brushing across one's heart like a feather.

She pointed to the sofa opposite her, her tone casual: "Sit."

Zhou Liangan nodded and walked over to the sofa opposite her to sit down.

His posture was very relaxed, his back leaning against the sofa, his legs naturally apart, without the slightest restraint or nervousness.

It was as if he was not facing a Young Miss of the Xuanyuan Family with a noble status and terrifying strength, but rather chatting with an ordinary friend.

Uncle Fu poured a cup of tea for Zhou Liangan, then silently retreated to the side, standing behind Xuanyuan Qianqian like an invisible person.

Zhou Liangan picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip.

The tea was mellow, carrying a faint fragrance of orchids.

Zhou Liangan put down the teacup, raised his head, looked at Xuanyuan Qianqian, and asked directly: "I don't know why Young Miss Xuanyuan invited me here, what exactly is the matter?"

Xuanyuan Qianqian also put down the teacup in her hand, leaned forward slightly, looked at Zhou Liangan, and said with a charming smile on her face: "It's very simple. I want to invite you to join the Xuanyuan Family."