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Huang Tao was walking out from a Century-round Meridian. As a Heaven's Pride with a seventh stage martial talent, his strength was so strong that it would be difficult to fight him. Then, when he saw Hong Ling being sent into his Century-round Meridian, his eyes almost popped out. Huang Tao felt that he was not weak, but after getting injured by the Sword Qi that Hong Ling used to stab himself with his finger, he became extremely fearful of Hong Ling. But now, Fang Qian had actually sent Hong Ling into the Century-round Meridian that he had mirrored in. This was completely different from what he had imagined. Wasn't Fang Qian the one with the strongest Inherent Skill this time around? What did the Century-round Meridian mean by sending Hong Ling into his own mirror, was it to eliminate him? After all, he had already reached the seventh stage. However, why did Fang Qian do this?

He could not understand, but he did not dare to easily refute Fang Qian's actions. Fang Qian's cultivation was already unfathomably deep, and adding the fact that he was able to use a sacred weapon like the Century-round Meridian, he was definitely not someone that he and a small family behind him could provoke. How could Fang Qian have thought that just one casual action of his would cause Huang Tao to have so many connections? In fact, it was just that he did not want Hong Ling to be able to see that he and Lian Cheng Lie were a bit old and disrespectful.

"Senior Fang Qian sent you to the Century-round Meridian where my mirror image is, it seems like it is going to test your fighting strength. It just so happens that I want to see just how strong you are, someone who has surpassed the seventh level of martial dao talent. "Don't let that mirror strike you when the time comes, hmph!" Huang Tao stood on the spot, staring intently at the Century-round Meridian that was emitting the golden light.

Inside the Century-round Meridian, Hong Ling saw the mirrored figure getting closer and closer, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

"Isn't this fellow the same Huang Tao who bickered with me after I entered the main hall? I didn't expect it to be him!" The youth faintly smiled, "Hehe, since that's the case, then I'll take his purple gold sacred order and keep it in my bag!"

Weng, the Sorrow Spirit was buzzing, quietly floating around Hong Ling, with a thought, the dark golden long sword turned into nine swords, floating in the air around him, continuously releasing cold sword tips. Streams of sword intent, under the control of Hong Ling's willpower, was quickly unleashed from every single Sorrow Spirit. These swords that were constantly floating slowly formed a resonance with each other and formed a gigantic barrier of sword qi around Hong Ling. Hong Ling raised his eyebrows, and looked at the mirror image of Huang Tao who was accumulating force, and his eyes filled with a smile.

"Come, I want to see how different the mirror image of the seventh level is from the mirror image of the sixth level!"

In the hand of the mirror was a huge, heavy sword. It was as wide as a palm and more than four feet in length. It looked quite comical. However, Hong Ling would not underestimate him because of this. Being able to wield such a heavy sword was already a symbol of power. However, power didn't represent one's true strength. Although he acknowledged it, it didn't mean that he would be afraid. As if it had completed its accumulation of power, the mirror stepped onto the ground simulated by the Century-round Meridian, creating a crater filled with cracks as it rushed towards Hong Ling. The enormous sword in his hand was wreathed in raging flames, and the heat waves it emanated were extremely oppressive. However, for Hong Ling, these were not the most important aspects. What he wanted to see was exactly how strong was this kind of Innate Ranker who had reached the seventh level.

Bang! The great sword ruthlessly slashed at the barrier formed by the Sorrow Spirit, causing it to sway for a while. However, the barrier only rippled slightly, without a single crack. Hong Ling was a little disappointed. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the Mirror Image's strength was already very strong, but in his eyes, it was still not enough. He allowed the mirror to strike at the barrier, but did not retaliate. He only continued to sense the secrets of the Century-round Meridian. Unfortunately, a saint artifact was after all, a saint artifact. Even though he had defeated eight people in a row, he still did not have a clue about the Century-round Meridian s. This Century-round Meridian seemed to have completely surpassed his knowledge, he was unable to see through it.

The mirror once again struck the barrier, as if it had consumed a great deal of energy. Its energy was clearly somewhat depleted now. Hong Ling decided to not pay attention to the Century-round Meridian anymore and decided to end this battle that was a little boring. He had completely figured out the Mirror Image's strength. For those sixth level talents, this kind of mirror image was almost impossible to defeat. But for Hong Ling, it was not difficult at all. With a casual wave of his hand, the resonating nine Sorrow Spirit s instantly dispersed and lined up in front of him. With a thought, a sharp and threatening sword Qi appeared on the surface of the longsword.

"He's finally willing to make a move!" Huang Tao, who was outside the Century-round Meridian, gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction as he stared at the white-clothed youth who had a calm expression. He was on the verge of collapse. Even he had to spend a lot of time to deal with the mirror. However, Hong Ling only used his sword qi to form a barrier and easily blocked all of the attacks. With such a huge gap, Huang Tao found it hard to accept. I want to see just how strong your attack power is! "

Ignoring Huang Tao, who was almost hysterical, waved his hand casually. Swish swish swish. Countless sharp sounds of metal piercing through the air resounded within the Century-round Meridian. The mirror images continued to swing the big sword in her hand, knocking the Sorrow Spirit aside. However, the Sorrow Spirit was like a swarm of locusts, swarming towards him relentlessly. Chi chi chi chi. Deep wounds appeared on the body of the mirror as the speed at which he brandished the sword became increasingly slow. Finally, with a boom, the mirror shattered and disappeared.

Hong Ling kept the sword back into his body and walked out of the Century-round Meridian with a relaxed expression. Weng, a purple gold holy order flew out from Huang Tao's body and landed in the palm of the youth. Without looking back, Hong Ling found a place to sit down cross-legged. Huang Tao stared at Hong Ling hatefully. Abruptly, he seemed to have thought of something and walked into the Century-round Meridian where Hong Ling's mirror image was located. Since Hong Ling could defeat his Mirror and obtain the purple gold holy order of his own, why couldn't he do the same? However, the ideal was very full, and the reality was very hard.

Huang Tao walked into the Century-round Meridian where Hong Ling's mirror image was located. Before he could regain his senses, a ray of sword light tore through the sky and ruthlessly slashed at his chest, sending him flying. He was tough enough. He crawled up without saying a word, took out his broadsword and rushed forward once again. However, with another boom, he flew back miserably, and once again landed heavily on the ground. This time, he was unable to get up, and was teleported into the great hall by the Century-round Meridian. Huang Tao stared at the Century-round Meridian in exasperation, wanting to charge in again. However, his body bumped into the Century-round Meridian's body with a dang sound, and he was unable to enter the inner space. He snorted coldly and turned around. He picked a Century-round Meridian that only had the mirror image of a sixth stage martial talent and walked in. Now that Hong Ling had taken away a purple gold holy order, he could only choose to challenge opponents that were easier to defeat. As long as he gathered the ten more purple gold sacred tokens, he would be able to continue fusing the purple gold dragon tokens and gain the qualifications to enter Jixia Academy's trial.

Hong Ling could not be bothered to pay attention to the other people's battle, but instead looked at the ten purple gold sacred tokens that were quietly floating in front of him. As far as he was concerned, he had already finished the collection of ten purple medallions. Naturally, he had to create the medallion earlier. At that time, even if he completed Jixia Academy's request, he would be able to enter Jixia Academy to train, and maybe even get some news about his parents. The ten golden-purple holy tokens floated in the air quietly. The inscriptions on them were slowly lighting up. Hong Ling suddenly realized that the Authentic Qi in his body was on the verge of losing control. They were rolling and being pulled by a huge gravity, trying to enter the ten tokens.

Hong Ling released his control of the Authentic Qi and instantly, the surface of his body became a ball of dense dark golden fog. If one looked carefully, they would realize that this mist was all from the incomparably pure Authentic Qi of the Jiuzhuan Profound Technique. The ten purple gold holy tokens in the air continued to absorb the Authentic Qi and devour it. The engravings on the token became clearer and clearer as they slowly merged together. Bang! A ball of purple gold flames appeared, and wrapped around the ten order badge. In that instant, half of Hong Ling's Authentic Qi was devoured by the purple flame.

Hong Ling's heart trembled, he never thought that this purple flame would actually have such a strong power, capable of melting the purple gold holy order. Purple gold was an incomparably precious and tough metal. Even if it was Hong Ling, if he did not use the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame, it would be difficult to melt it. Very quickly, the ten purple gold holy tokens melted into a ball of purple gold liquid. The purple flame was slowly being absorbed by the liquid, slowly changing its shape bit by bit. Hong Ling's Authentic Qi was once again quickly being swallowed, the figure of the purple gold liquid becoming more and more clear.

Buzz. A melodious metallic sound rang out, and the purple flame dispersed. A palm-sized token appeared. On the front of the order badge, was a lifelike Five-clawed Golden Dragon, on the back, there was a large word "Chu".

"He actually managed to form the legendary 'Great Chu' Golden Dragon Token!" Fang Qian stared at the purple gold dragon medallion in Hong Ling's hand, his eyes filled with envy. Even when he was young, he wasn't able to condense a purple gold dragon medallion, and Hong Ling's age was even younger than the time he participated in Heaven Assembly. What a monster! "I wonder how this guy cultivates?"

Ignoring the burning gazes of Canfeng and Lian Cheng Lie, Hong Ling casually grabbed the purple gold dragon medallion and dripped a drop of his blood essence onto it. This was something that Fang Qian had instructed him to do a long time ago, so he was naturally familiar with it. Buzz. An indescribable aura surged into Hong Ling's body. He suddenly felt that there seemed to be something invisible within his body.

"The Purple Gold Dragon Decree is rumored to be inseparably linked to the fate of the Great Chu. Every Purple Gold Dragon Decree carries the destiny of Great Chu Empire, which can speed up one's cultivation, and can even change one's aptitude. I wonder if that's true or not!" Hong Ling curiously looked at the order badge, and after looking for a long time, he still did not find anything special. With a thought, he absorbed it into the Violet Palace Divine Palace. As soon as the purple gold holy order entered his Divine Palace, it started to buzz. Waves after waves of pure spiritual power was produced from the order badge, trying to make up for the loss of half of Hong Ling's spiritual power while forging the Sorrow Spirit. Very quickly, Hong Ling's originally long term regained consciousness, which originally needed a lot of time, had already returned to its peak. It had even improved quite a bit, which made Hong Ling very happy.

His cultivation was consolidated by refining spirit stones. Although his cultivation had increased, his soul consciousness was relatively weak, causing him to feel a bit weak. Now that he had the Golden-purple Dragon Token, not only did it heal his spiritual sense, it also raised it to the level of being on the same level as his cultivation. This made him feel that it was inconceivable.