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After that, Qin Rufeng sat cross-legged on the peak of the mountain. There was still a long time until all the clans gathered.

In this period of time, he had to make full use of his remaining time to improve himself.

Based on his cultivation realm as a Zhizun realm cultivator, it could be said that he had very little control over Zhizun realm.

Legend has it that Martial Saints are able to split mountains and break rivers, and their unparalleled divine power is able to protect the peace of the Profound Realm Continent.

However, right now, Qin Rufeng could not display such a great strength at all.

Thus, Qin Rufeng guessed that he had yet to fully enter the Sovereign Realm.

Perhaps his mystical Qi cultivation had already stepped into the Martial Saint Realm, tempering his spirit and preventing him from entering the Martial Saint Realm.

For Qin Rufeng, the fact that his mystical Qi had entered the Sovereign Realm would not be of much help to him. Only when his spirit had entered the Sovereign Realm would he be able to raise his cultivation to its peak.

There was no way that he would be able to last against the Nine Yin Demon Clan.

From the looks of it, Qin Yi, the ancestor of the Qin Clan, might have had a cultivation ten times, hundreds, or even thousands of times higher than his own.

But up until now, he couldn't display the strength of his ancestors, let alone fight against the Nine Yin Demon Clan.

If the middle and low levels of strength were not as good as the Nine Yin Demon Clan's, then once they lost their high-end combat strength, no matter how hard the Xuan World tried, they would be devoured by the Nine Yin Demon Clan, eventually becoming stagnant water like the other continents.

This was a mission left behind by generations of his ancestors. He definitely couldn't allow the Profound Realm continent to be devoured by the Nine Yin Demon Clan, becoming a stepping stone for them to support him.

Qin Rufeng smiled faintly as he made an unprecedented decision.

He decided to once again enter the illusory magic array and continue his experiential learning, waiting for the arrival of many people from various families.

Following a blinding flash of light, a solid stone wall formed on Qin Rufeng's body.

Regardless of whether they were looking from afar or close up, Qin Rufeng looked like a real stone statue as he sat there motionlessly.

In actuality, Qin Rufeng's soul had already passed through the void and landed on the body of the person she was last in.

Qin Rufeng abruptly opened his eyes.

As expected, it was still in Xuanyuan Pavilion.

"Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up and come over. Today is Xuanyuan Pavilion's tournament. "

A disciple of the Xuanyuan Pavilion called out to Qin Rufeng.

Qin Rufeng was slightly stunned. Looking at the familiar surroundings, he knew that he had once again come from the real world to this training ground.

In his previous life, he had cultivated his mystical Qi to the Martial Saint Realm.

In that case, in this training, he would have to train his soul to the Martial Saint Realm.

Only by merging the two of them together would one be able to reach Zhizun realm and unlock the secrets behind Zhizun realm transcendent divine might.

"Alright, I'll be there right away. You guys go first, I'll be there shortly."

Qin Rufeng called out to the surrounding disciples, then closed his eyes and entered into meditation.

What he cultivated was the realm. First, it used the meridians of the external body as the main, and the profound energy that was not thick in the body circulated around the meridians several times.

Now, Qin Rufeng was finally certain of his current cultivation level.

It was at this time that the Xuan Yuan Pavilion's great competition for promotion was held.

The main purpose of the competition was to find more outstanding disciples for Xuanyuan Pavilion.

The process of cultivation continued for a full two hours before stopping.

Qin Rufeng opened his eyes, and a pure gaze shot out from the corner of his eyes. It lasted for several tens of meters before it slowly dissipated.

Qin Rufeng faintly glanced at the light dissipating in front of him.

His current physical condition was the best he had ever cultivated to this point. If the disciples of Xuanyuan Pavilion were to advance, there should not be any mishaps.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Rufeng stood up and walked towards the training field of Xuanyuan Pavilion.

He believed that in this Lin Da Plaza of Xuanyuan Pavilion, he would definitely be promoted to a Xuan Level disciple of Xuanyuan Pavilion.

Using Illusory Shadows Art, he felt the mystical Qi in his body surge, as if it was a bucket filled with water. With just a slight movement, a large amount of water would gush out.

It was like the mystical Qi in his body. He had made all the profound energy and meridians in his body become one.

While Qin Rufeng was using the Cultural Swimming Festival, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the mystical Qi in his body.

Even though his profound energy was filling up his meridians, there was a slight blockage on his chest, which was not as smooth as before.

Qin Rufeng hurriedly stopped himself.

In the midst of meditation, Qin Rufeng immersed his mind into his own body.

He astonishingly discovered that there was only a thorn the size of a bamboo stick in front of his heart.

This thorn was neither gold nor iron, neither stone nor wood. For a moment, Qin Rufeng felt a little strange.

When did this appear on her heart?

Unknowingly, he had already pierced through the location of his heart.

The circulation of mystical Qi slowed down, but it was not a small matter.

A thousand miles was the difference between a wrong move and a wrong move.

If Qin Rufeng was in battle. The circulation of the mystical Qi in his body slowed down a little.

Following which, Qin Rufeng hurriedly used the thick profound energy in his body to surround that thorn.

After that, when Wu Feng used his mystical Qi and pulled the thorn out, he discovered that the person had nailed himself firmly onto his chest without being able to move at all. With just the slightest bit of force, the thorn would pierce deeper into his chest, and the circulation of his mystical Qi would become slower.

Qin Rufeng had no choice but to give up using his mystical Qi to pull out the thorn at the location of his heart.

He then circulated the mystical Qi within his body; it was indeed a level slower than his previous speed.

If he did not remove this thorn, then it was very likely that he would fail the Large Competition later on due to the circulation speed of the mystical Qi in his body.

The corner of Qin Rufeng's mouth curved into a cruel smile. With a swoosh, he took out a short and small dagger from his wrist.

She gathered all of her exhausted profound energy into her own heart meridian.

He would avoid bleeding profusely if he was to be operated on later. That way, he really wouldn't be able to save himself.

After stabbing the knife into his heart, Qin Rufeng immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from the location of his heart.

In an instant, black clouds billowed in the sky, and the originally bright light gradually dimmed.

In the time it took for lightning to flash, a huge ancient castle suddenly appeared nine days later.

A towering aura appeared in midair, and Qin Rufeng instantly pulled out the blade in his chest.