Chapter Eleven: Abandoning Cultivation

  Back to the yard, quiet and still.

  He could sense the situation in several rooms with just a slight extension of his spiritual power.

  Zhao Fu, Wang Chong, Fang Ming, and also Lin Tianping, were all fast asleep.

  Wang Xuanyang slowly let out a breath. After today, these roommates would probably leave Wuyin Sect and he might not have the chance to see them again.

  Although he was extremely displeased with Lin Tianping, the feud had been avenged and the hatred had dissipated. From then on, the two of them no longer had any dealings with each other and went their separate ways in life.

  Back in his room, Wang Xuanyang lay down on his bed, closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

  However, three hours later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed out, illuminating the entire hall.

  Although he had slept for only three hours, his spiritual fatigue has fully recovered now.

  As he became a great master of the Tao, his spiritual power expanded outward, and his own spiritual adjustments became more precise. He could almost instantly enter deep sleep at will, sleeping for as long as he wanted, waking up immediately when he wanted to, not a second too soon or too late. This was his spiritual consciousness, having conscious control over the body's biological clock.

  The courtyard is quiet and still.

  It's clear that several roommates have already gone to the assessment site.

  But it's still not too late now.

  After washing up, he felt refreshed all over and then walked calmly towards the examination site.

  There is a special examination hall for candidates of Confucian classics.

  During the assessment, it's not only the assessment of nominal disciples, but also the assessment of outer door disciples and even inner door disciples. Even if there are no vacancies in the sect, they will still recruit the next batch of nominal disciples at this time.

  So, this assessment is extremely important, representing someone leaving, someone entering, and others being promoted.

  Outside the assessment hall of the registered disciples, a vast square gathered tens of thousands of registered disciples, in groups of three or five, some were joyful, some were pessimistic, some were tense, and some were expectant, with all sorts of expressions revealed on their faces, evoking deep emotions.

  At the entrance of the square, Wang Xuanyang saw the grey-clothed youth.

  He seems to be waiting for someone.

  However, as soon as Wang Xuanyang appeared, a hint of joy flashed across his face, and he hastily welcomed him, looking somewhat awkward.

  "Thanks again, kind person."

  The youth in grey said, "My name is Su Xiaofeng. I don't know who my benefactor..."

  "Don't call me a benefactor, among fellow disciples, helping out is nothing, just call me Wang Xuanyang directly!"

  Wang Xuanyang waved his hand.

  He could see that Su Xiaofeng was the kind of person who would repay a drop of kindness with a fountain.

  "Then I'll call you Brother Wang!"

  Su Xiaofeng hastily said: "Wang Shixiong, the people from Chiyan Association have blocked the entrance of the square and claim to prohibit us two from participating in the assessment. They are really too despicable."

  Wang Xuanyang looked towards the entrance and indeed saw more than a dozen members of the Chi Yan Society, each with a cultivation level that was not low. The bald-headed youth who had been taught a lesson before was also there, but Wang Xuanyang discovered that the leader was not that bald-headed youth, but rather a handsome yellow-clad youth with an otherworldly aura, looking extremely delicate and refined.

  He gave off an extremely dangerous aura from his body.

  At least one hundred foundation cultivators above.

  But now Wang Xuan no longer takes him seriously, the difference in their abilities is just too great.

  In addition, more than a dozen other members of the Chi Yan Hui were also extremely formidable named disciples, and no one was worse than the bald-headed youth.

  As Wang Xuanyang appeared, those dozen or so people all turned their heads to look over, with a hint of scrutiny in their eyes.

  "Little one, isn't it unbearable to have your spiritual cultivation crippled?"

  The bald young man had a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and his hatred for Wang Xuanyang was so strong that he thought it would be easy to capture him, but unexpectedly, he suffered such a big loss in Wang Xuanyang's hands, which he considered the greatest shame.

  But now, Wang Xuanyang was crushed by Hong Shixiong's spiritual pressure, his symbol kind was shattered, and his cultivation was completely destroyed, he became a useless person, just like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

  "If I were you, I'd pack up and leave quietly. Otherwise, even if you want to leave later, you might not have the chance."

  The bald young man said with a sinister tone, his threatening intent extremely clear.

  "It seems last time's lesson was not enough!"

  Wang Xuanyang shook his head and said, "Scram."

  With his soft drink, a formless spiritual pressure was transmitted.

  In an instant, the bald young man's whole body shook violently and he sat down on the ground with a thud, emitting a foul odor, having been so frightened that his buttocks let out a fart.

  Most importantly, Wang Xuan Yang at this moment directly used his spiritual power to penetrate his mind and thoroughly shatter his symbol.

  For such a despicable guy, it's better to abandon spiritual cultivation altogether.

  Anyway, we've already fallen out, so there's no need to worry about anything.

  The bald young man's eyes became dull and stupid, as if he had been scared out of his wits. His whole body was trembling, and finally he let out a shrill cry: "Ah, you...you actually broke the seal? You actually didn't have your cultivation abolished? How is this possible?"

  His face was filled with incredulity, and he had completely lost all hope.

  Once the symbol is abolished, he can't pass the assessment at all and can only be completely kicked out of the symbol sect.

  Before, he had a bright future ahead of him. With his sixty-seven base symbols' cultivation, among all the unnamed symbol sect's registered disciples, he could almost be ranked within the top three hundred. After entering the outer gate, he would definitely receive focused nurturing and could be said to have a bright future. But now, with all the symbol kinds collapsing, it means that his entire cultivation has been completely abolished.

  Although he can still continue to condense his spiritual symbols, he no longer has the opportunity to do so, because after the assessment, he will be kicked out of the Unspoken Symbol Sect.

  He's finished!

  He suddenly became extremely regretful, why did he provoke Wang Xuanyang, why... Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

  The delicate-looking young men who were originally watching with cold eyes all stared blankly.

  They could keenly sense that the symbol dao aura on the bald youth's body was completely dissipating, which meant that the bald youth's cultivation had been ruined!

  How is this possible?

  Hong Shixiong didn't say that Wang Xuanyang had already been spiritually crushed by his own Symbol Kind, thoroughly becoming a useless person.

  Logically, Master Hong would never lie, and he has already advanced to the level of a great master. Unless someone is a named disciple with over 300 foundation levels of cultivation, they absolutely cannot withstand his spiritual pressure.

  But now, the bald young man has been abandoned by Su Zhong.

  Although they did not feel Wang Xuanyang's spiritual pressure, the fact that the bald-headed youth's cultivation was abolished is a fact, it's impossible for him to abolish his own cultivation, right?

  All that can be said is that Wang Xuan Yang's cultivation was not abolished, and his cultivation reached an extremely terrifying level, where he could abolish the cultivation of a 67th base symbol cultivator in silence.

  Possessing such ability, it's probably only those exceptionally talented disciples with a cultivation base of over 300 who can achieve this.

  Isn't it...?

  They were already sweating bullets, but they thought about it some more.

  Really hit the nail on the head.

  Although their cultivation is good and they are among the top disciples in terms of reputation, compared to a three-hundred-basis saint, they are nothing.

  Su Xiaofeng on the side was also thoroughly shocked.

  He had thought that even if Wang Xuanyang's cultivation was strong, it would be within the range of a hundred foundation-building cultivators, but now he had actually silently and effortlessly defeated the bald young man, this was also too much?

  No wonder they dare to confront groups like Chi Yan Hui!

  This is enough capital!

  At this moment, his gratitude towards Wang Xuanyang has gradually turned into admiration, and he has a strong desire to become stronger!

  "Get out!"

  Wang Xuanyang's eyes flashed with cold light as he looked towards the other dozen or so members of the Chi Yan Society.

  These dozen or so people suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had been stared at by some kind of ferocious beast. Without thinking, they shifted their feet and made way for him.

  Wang Xuanyang calmly walked in, while Su Xiaofeng hastily followed close behind.

  Not far away, many of the named disciples saw this scene, and they were all stunned, hardly daring to believe what they had just seen. Among these dozen or so people, which one was not a famous figure among the named disciples? Now, being scolded by one person, they didn't even dare fart.

  It wasn't long before someone recognized Wang Xuanyang as one of the two people who had remained in the Symbol Stele Plaza during the joint cleanup operation by several major factions half a month ago.

  They suddenly realized, no wonder they dared to confront several major groups, it turns out they really have this strength!

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