92: Chapter 92 The Cultivation Level of the Purple Cloud Sword Master

Lin Xueyue's answer caused Ji Taichang to raise an eyebrow, and he couldn't help but take another look at Nangong Qingya.

"This woman's name is fake, and her late husband isn't even Lin Zhanwu!"

"There's something wrong with this woman's background!"

"Could it be that she isn't Lin Fan's mother? Is she a demonic cult mole hiding in the Lin family?"

Ji Taichang subconsciously associated Nangong Qingya with Luo Hongyi.

But he quickly dismissed this speculation.

Over the years, Nangong Qingya had lived a very difficult life in the Lin family, raising Lin Fan all by herself while constantly being marginalized and bullied; she could not break into the true power core of the Lin family at all.

Such a mole would be completely meaningless.

"Forget it, since there is Cultivation ability to claim, I'll raise her favorability first!"

"Purple Cloud Sword Sovereign... What an impressive title, I hope it doesn't disappoint me!"

Ji Taichang secretly anticipated it.

He casually found an excuse, quietly left the Alchemy Assembly venue, and rushed straight out of the Royal Capital!

With Qin Miaoyi and Steward Wang by Lin Xueyue's side, and Emperor Jingxuan and many other experts at the Alchemy Assembly venue, Ji Taichang did not need to worry about the safety of Lin Xueyue and Yang Yao. Even if the Lin family were given a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to make a move in public!

After arriving at a remote place outside the Royal Capital, Ji Taichang silently thought to himself: "System, claim the Purple Cloud Sword Sovereign's Cultivation!"

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10% of the Purple Cloud Sword Sovereign's Cultivation!]

As the System's prompt sound faded, Ji Taichang's body trembled. A surge of majestic power appeared out of thin air within his Dantian and was instantly absorbed by his Nascent Soul and Supreme Sword Bone, each taking half.

Ji Taichang's Nascent Soul blossomed with brilliant light, gripping a golden phantom sword, and now, a wisp of purple Sword Qi circled around the Nascent Soul.

Ji Taichang's aura of Cultivation surged, rising to the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage!

The Supreme Sword Bone absorbed half of the power and also lit up with intense radiance. An ancient and supreme Sword Intent flickered in and out of existence, becoming increasingly profound and terrifying, like a surging volcano.

In Ji Taichang's mind, there was also an additional comprehension of a Cultivation Technique called the Purple Cloud Sword Art, as if he had been painstakingly cultivating it for decades.

"Half of the 10% of the Purple Cloud Sword Sovereign's Cultivation actually allowed me to advance by a small Realm."

"Doesn't this mean that the Purple Cloud Sword Sovereign was at least at the Peak of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage during his lifetime, and possibly even a Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse!"

Ji Taichang opened his eyes, feeling very excited.

The improvement of a small Realm might seem insignificant, but for ordinary Nascent Soul Stage experts, it usually takes thirty to fifty years of seclusion to possibly break through a small Realm!

Moreover, the Purple Cloud Sword Art was incredibly powerful; it was actually... a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivation Technique!

The Purple Cloud Sword Art allowed Ji Taichang to maximize the power of the Supreme Sword Bone, significantly increasing his combat strength!

"Besides Luo Hongyi, there is another target available for conquest!"

Ji Taichang was in a great mood and hummed a little tune as he returned to the Star-Plucking Platform.

At this time, the competition at the Alchemy Assembly was extremely intense. Alchemists from all states were giving it their all. Although Yang Yao was struggling a bit, she still successfully defeated her opponent and entered the next round of competition.

The one who performed the best was undoubtedly Lin Fan.

He displayed extremely exquisite and powerful Alchemy attainments, refining a flawless second-grade Medicinal Pill, suppressing the Alchemists from various major Sects and forces.

"Sister Yue, how did I do? Was I impressive?"

During the halftime break, Lin Fan couldn't wait to run to Lin Xueyue, looking at her with excitement and anticipation.

"Not bad."

Lin Xueyue nodded slightly.

This lukewarm attitude caused the excitement on Lin Fan's face to dissipate a little.

"Xiaofan, you should just give up."

From Lin Fan's ring came a gentle voice: "Lin Xueyue doesn't like you at all. On the contrary, the way she looks at that Ji Aotian is full of tenderness and admiration. While you were refining medicine, I even saw them secretly holding hands and linking arms..."

Lin Fan's body trembled as if struck by lightning!

"No... I will not give up!"

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, his gaze firm, and he secretly swore in his heart: "In those dark days in the Lin family, Sister Yue was the only person besides my mother who cared for me and looked after me. She is the white moonlight in my heart, and I will never give up on her!"

"Ji Aotian... he just happened to get to know Sister Yue a step before me. Now that I have an Exotic Fire, have awakened the Heavenly Spiritual Root, and have joined the Medicine King Valley, I will definitely rise rapidly and become a peerless Prodigy. By then, I will surely be able to win Sister Yue's affection again!"

Inside the ring, Yun Qiyao heard Lin Fan's words and couldn't help but sigh softly, continuing to persuade him: "You had better give up as soon as possible. Your Revered Master has seen countless people. The look in Lin Xueyue's eyes when she gazes at Ji Aotian carries unyielding love and loyalty. Their relationship must be intimate to the extreme; they must have already married. You have no reason to wedge yourself in between them..."

Lin Fan's heart trembled once again.

But his gaze became even more firm: "Even if Sister Yue has become someone's wife, I will not give up!"

Yun Qiyao: "...?"

You brat, are you also a Cao Thief??

The third round of the Alchemy Assembly competition started very soon.

Lin Fan looked at Lin Xueyue with reluctance, and then quietly glanced at Ji Taichang, his gaze meaningful.

It even... carried a trace of hidden killing intent!!

Although Sister Yue was close to this person, if Ji Aotian died, wouldn't he have a chance?

Although this thought only flashed through Lin Fan's mind, it took root like a seed and quietly began to grow.

"This Lin Fan... is a bit of an eyesore."

Ji Taichang also narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he didn't know what Lin Fan was thinking, he could sense Lin Fan's admiration for Lin Xueyue.

This made him somewhat unhappy.

It had always been Ji Taichang targeting other people's women; now, someone actually dared to target his woman?

With this thought, Ji Taichang's gaze turned to Nangong Qingya, who was standing to the side.

It had to be said that although Nangong Qingya was not young, she still retained her charm.

Although her appearance wasn't stunning, the more one looked at her, the more moving she seemed, possessing a mature and sensual temperament.

Especially her figure—plump and rounded, tall and curvaceous—it was almost on par with Lin Xueyue's.

After noticing Ji Taichang's gaze, Nangong Qingya turned her head to meet his eyes, smiled, and appeared quite poised and natural.

"Oh?"

Ji Taichang suddenly raised an eyebrow, having noticed something amiss.

"Madam, you... seem to have a serious chronic illness. Let me check it for you."

"Ah, no need..."

Before Nangong Qingya could finish her sentence, Ji Taichang had already grabbed her wrist and placed his fingers on her pulse.

Nangong Qingya's delicate body stiffened.

She felt the warm and powerful touch on her wrist, and it was as if she had been struck by a bolt of electricity, with a strange sensation surging through her entire body.

After a while, Nangong Qingya asked in a low voice: "Senior Ji, is... is it done?"

Ji Taichang took a deep breath, his expression grave: "Madam, your condition... is extremely serious!!"

Nangong Qingya's heart skipped a beat, but she still smiled, pretending to be nonchalant: "Senior, you must be mistaken. Although I have no Cultivation, I am quite healthy and have never been ill."