Chapter 47: Soul-Receiving Divine Art

Pfft—

Xiao Ziming spat out a mouthful of blood, the Phantom Image behind him swaying precariously. He knelt on one knee, one hand propped on the ground to keep himself from collapsing.

“H-How is this possible?”

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Jiang Yan already had his Saber pressed against Xiao Ziming’s neck, his expression calm and unruffled.

“You’ve lost.”

The arrogance Xiao Ziming had shown moments ago vanished, replaced by a defeated Aura. Yet, faced with the undeniable reality before him, he had no choice but to accept it—he had truly lost.

And not just lost, but been utterly crushed.

Jiang Yan turned to the others.

“Now, none of you are qualified to challenge me one-on-one, because…

I’m going to attack all of you at once.”

Jiang Yan raised his Saber and charged forward. The Haste Trait combined with the Nine Leaps Continuous Steps allowed him to move so fast that only After-Images remained. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Li Qingle.

Li Qingle’s eyes flickered with surprise. She hadn’t expected Jiang Yan to be this fast. In a hurried motion, she raised her spear to block.

Clang!

Jiang Yan’s Saber blade collided with the spear shaft, the immense force sending Li Qingle flying backward.

Mid-air, Li Qingle frantically adjusted her posture, barely managing to disperse the impact before landing on the ground.

One move was enough to reveal the full picture—this person was terrifyingly strong.

Jiang Yan paid no further attention to Li Qingle and instead rushed toward the Taoist.

Zhang Daoran formed hand seals with his fingers, and a thick earthen shield suddenly materialized in front of him.

Boom!

Jiang Yan’s Saber shattered the earthen wall, the blade now aimed directly at Zhang Daoran’s face.

Zhang Daoran’s eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected his spell to fail to block even a single strike. Pushing off with his feet, he retreated gracefully into the air, where he once again formed hand seals and began chanting under his breath.

The next moment.

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky out of nowhere.

Jiang Yan ignored the damage—his 100% defense bonus was no joke.

The Gengjin affinity spread outward, the absolute sharpness of his blade and his absolute defense making Zhang Daoran grow more and more alarmed with each exchange.

“It seems I can’t harm him?”

Resolving himself, Zhang Daoran bit his finger and swiftly drew a talisman in the Void.

“Guide the Heavenly Might, Array the Supreme Purity, Dao Arts Descend, Ancestors Reveal Their Power!”

Boom!

A surge of immense power erupted from Zhang Daoran’s body.

His Taoist robes were completely destroyed, his muscles swelling to an exaggerated degree. The humanity in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold indifference that regarded all things as mere straw dogs.

An overwhelming Heavenly Might radiated from his body. His expanded height had now reached three meters, a stark contrast to his previously refined and scholarly appearance.

The exam’s Live Stream Room was quickly covered in pixelation. The commentator, drawing from his extensive knowledge, began explaining the origin of Zhang Daoran’s move.

“The Soul-Receiving Divine Art is a secret technique of the Heavenly Dao Gate, never passed on lightly. After use, it allows the caster to borrow the power of the ancestors, temporarily multiplying their strength severalfold. It can even grant partial access to the Divine Abilities of ancient sages.”

“Rumor has it that only core Disciples are qualified to learn the Soul-Receiving Divine Art, and its difficulty is extremely high. It seems that despite his youth, Zhang Daoran’s mastery of Dao arts is quite profound.”

“It’s the Yuanqing Ancestor, who specializes in the Physical Body.”

Zhang Daoran was inwardly overjoyed. He hadn’t expected to summon such a powerful Doppelganger.

The gentleness in his eyes was replaced by wild, domineering arrogance as his entire Aura surged to an unprecedented peak.

The Yuanqing Ancestor had forged its own path, disregarding conventional spells and instead focusing wholeheartedly on the Physical Body. Its strength ranked among the upper-middle tier even among the ancestors, making it undeniably formidable.

At this moment, the tide of the battle had turned.

Zhang Daoran, who had always kept a low profile, unexpectedly became the strongest among them. No one had anticipated that the Heavenly Dao Gate would attach such importance to this College Entrance Exam, sending such an outstanding Disciple into the world.

Boom!

Zhang Daoran’s muscles bulged all over his body as he transformed into a half-giant and charged toward Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan appeared minuscule before this colossal figure, yet the Aura around him did not diminish in the slightest. He actually rushed forward to meet the fierce assault head-on.

System Log updated:

You are experiencing an exhilarating battle. Your Physical Body is rapidly strengthening, your Battle Saint Armor is undergoing a minor Metamorphosis, and your comprehension of Saber Technique is improving.

How exhilarating!

Since the exam began, there had finally been an opponent who could bring him pressure.

If Jiang Yan were not present, Zhang Daoran, empowered by the Dao Ancestor, would undoubtedly have been the biggest dark horse of this exam, overpowering all the Prodigies from both capitals to claim first place.

What Jiang Yan now faced was not an ordinary Disciple of the Heavenly Dao Gate, but the Yuanqing Ancestor, renowned for its physical techniques!

Although it was only a Doppelganger, it was enough to make Jiang Yan take it seriously.

Boom!

Jiang Yan’s Saber clashed with Zhang Daoran’s fist, the immense recoil causing the blade to crack and shatter into fragments that fell to the ground the next second.

“Truly useless.”

Jiang Yan shook his arm, actually using his fist to block.

Yellow Grade low-tier Martial Skill—Wild Bull Strength!

The Battle Saint Armor erupted with powerful force, the Geng Metal Primordial Qi within his body rapidly circulating. The Demon Scale channeled his other attributes into strength, creating a terrifying might that even threatened to surpass Zhang Daoran’s.

As their fists collided, the giant was instead sent flying backward.

“Hahaha, come again!”

Jiang Yan pressed his advantage, launching a fierce assault.

“Your Physical Body has slightly improved.”

“Your Talent is evolving.”

“Your Geng Metal Primordial Qi is Tempering your body.”

Indeed, only in battle could one rapidly improve oneself.

“All of you, come at me together!”

Jiang Yan shouted at the others.

Xiao Ziming gritted his teeth, still somewhat hesitant.

“Waste.”

“Damn it, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Xiao Ziming’s hot temper flared, and he no longer cared about martial ethics. He raised his sword and charged forward.

Shang Xingren followed closely, his figure slipping into space, hiding in the shadows.

Li Qingle also set aside her pride. Since she couldn’t win anyway, she might as well use him to hone her spear technique.

Several proud individuals finally united in a common front.

Jiang Yan’s fist struck again, sending the arrogant Zhang Daoran’s Physical Body flying once more. Then, he swiftly leaned forward and backhanded Xiao Ziming, who was about to attack.

With a kick, he sent this weakling flying. Jiang Yan clenched his fist, catching a spear tip in his hand. Li Qingle pulled with all her might but couldn’t gain an inch.

Crack.

Jiang Yan twisted the spear tip as if it were clay, deforming it.

As the spear tip broke free, Jiang Yan also rewarded Li Qingle with a kick. The fierce blow struck her chest, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly backward like a kite with its string cut.

Li Qingle knelt on one knee, her hands and legs trembling weakly. A feeling named despair spread from her heart.

At this moment, only Zhang Daoran, possessed by the Ancestor, could barely withstand a few punches from Jiang Yan.

But unfortunately, the Spirit Summoning Art was not invincible.

Zhang Daoran’s Aura gradually weakened, and his size slowly shrank. It was believed he would soon revert to his original form.

Zhang Daoran grew increasingly desperate as the fight dragged on. Even at his peak, with the Dao Ancestor’s power channeled through him, he could only barely hold his own against Jiang Yan. Once the divine summoning period ended, he wouldn’t stand the slightest chance of victory.

“Are people in the outside world all this monstrous nowadays?”

Finally, Jiang Yan landed a punch that sent Zhang Daoran flying. His massive body crashed into the ground, carving out a large crater.

Lying bruised and battered in the pit, Zhang Daoran felt as if his bones had been crushed by a steamroller. He couldn’t muster even a trace of Qi.