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Chapter 142 Fifth Level of the Mahayana Realm, Descendant of a True Dragon

Chapter 142 Fifth Level of the Mahayana Realm, Descendant of a True Dragon

“What’s that sound?”

“What’s going on? Did someone’s Tribulation Transcendence fail?”

“I don’t know. It seems to be coming from outside the sect!”

“Damn it, I almost developed a mental demon!”

“Ahhh, I was refining a weapon! My precious materials are all ruined!”

“Could it be an enemy attack?”

The disciples of the Jade Pure Sacred Sect were shocked. The elders also came out of seclusion and surveyed the surroundings.

Han Jue noticed the abnormality of the two little Golden Crows and couldn’t help but follow their gaze. However, he couldn’t see any divine beasts or demon beasts.

The surrounding mountains and rivers of the Jade Pure Sacred Sect were also in good condition. There were no signs of damage. It was obvious that the previous explosion had come from far away.

Han Jue used the simulation test to check the area within a hundred miles. He didn’t find any demon beasts or divine beasts.

He didn’t let down his guard and waited patiently.

Soon.

Daoist Nine Cauldrons and Li Qingzi arrived to ask about the situation.

Han Jue shook his head and said, “I don’t know what happened, either.”

The Black Hell Chicken, Xun Chang’an, Dao Comprehension Sword, and the others tactfully did not mention the abnormality of the Fusang Tree.

They were loyal to Han Jue and not to the Jade Pure Sacred Sect.

“I hope there won’t be another disaster,” Li Qingzi said worriedly.

He had been busy cultivating recently. After breaking through to the Soul Formation Realm, his cultivation level could no longer increase, making him very worried.

Even if the immortal mountain was filled with abundant spirit Qi, his cultivation potential was limited.

“Don’t worry. With me around, nothing will happen to the Jade Pure Sacred Sect. Go back and manage the sect. Don’t panic,” Han Jue said.

Daoist Nine Cauldrons and Li Qingzi nodded and did not disturb him anymore.

After they left, Han Jue looked at the sky again. What was it? The Fusang Tree shook every night after the world rumbled, but the source never came.

This continued for half a year. Daoist Nine Cauldrons came again.

“Half a year ago, the loud noise came from the demons. An ancient ferocious beast called the Three-Headed Wyrm King was born. This wyrm has a mixed bloodline and has a pair of wings. He can control the wind and summon the rain. He has a savage nature and is not far from our Great Yan,” Daoist Nine Cauldrons said with a solemn expression.

Three-Headed Wyrm King?

Han Jue asked, “Did this beast unite the demons?”

“That’s not the case. It’s said that the demons also reject him as he’s gluttonous. Back when he was a Demon King, he would often eat the demons under him. The demons were unwilling to serve him.” Han Jue heaved a sigh of relief.

He had thought that the demons would be like the previous demonic path cultivators and start a world war. Fortunately, the Three-Headed Wyrm King did not have the demons’ support.

Then came the question! The Fusang Tree was shaking, which meant that the Three-Headed Wyrm King was after the tree!

Why hadn’t the Three-Headed Wyrm King come yet?

Wariness?

Or was he plotting something?

Han Jue couldn’t figure it out. In that case, he could only use the Book of Misfortune to solve it.

Daoist Nine Cauldrons also talked about the recent development of the sect. He intended to nurture Murong Qi as the Eldest Disciple. He would have the authority to command the entire sect’s disciples. Other than his status being inferior to the elders, his actual authority would be higher.

Han Jue had no objections and let Daoist Nine Cauldrons do as he pleased.

Murong Qi had truly given Daoist Nine Cauldrons a pleasant surprise. He hadn’t expected this child’s potential to be so terrifying

Daoist Nine Cauldrons even wondered if the other disciples under Han Jue were as powerful as him.

However, he didn’t dare to ask. It was already good enough that Han Jue could make Murong Qi work for the Jade Pure Sacred Sect.

After Daoist Nine Cauldrons left, Han Jue took out the Book of Misfortune and started to curse the Three-Headed Wyrm King.

Great Yan North Region.

The Demon King Dian Su knelt on the snow, trembling. In front of him, amidst the flying snow, three pairs of scarlet eyes stared at him. The eyes were even larger than Demon King Dian Su himself. The being’s true form was definitely massive.

“The direction you speak of might lead to the Jade Pure Sacred Sect… I’d advise you to give up on that idea,” Demon King Dian Su said with a trembling voice. The fear that this demon gave him reminded him of Great Sage Green Python. In fact, he was even stronger!

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It was the Three-Headed Wyrm King!

A hoarse voice followed, “Is the Jade Pure Sacred Sect very powerful?” “Very strong. There might be an immortal living there.”

“Nonsense. How can immortals live in the mortal world?”

“In any case, they’re very strong. In the entire world, the Jade Pure Sacred Sect is definitely the most terrifying place. I even think that the Heavenly Immortal Manor is not as terrifying as the Jade Pure Sacred Sect.”

The Three-Headed Wyrm King fell silent.

He was originally sleeping underground, absorbing the spirit Qi of the land. However, as the Fusang Tree continued to grow, he was finally awakened from his slumber.

He broke through the surface, seeking the treasure that had attracted him.

But for some reason, as he hurried along, he felt inexplicably terrified.

He felt that he would die if he went.

Thus, the Three-Headed Wyrm King did not dare to rashly go forward.

He slowed down and asked the demons along the way.

He received a unified answer.

If there was a treasure in the Great Yan that attracted him, it had to be in the Jade Pure Sacred Sect. If it’s the Jade Pure Sacred Sect, don’t go! Previously, when Zhu Dou had flown into the Great Yan towards the Jade Pure Sacred Sect, it died.

Previously, when Great Sage Green Python had struck the Jade Pure Sacred Sect with unstoppable force, it died.

These things might have been forgotten in the human race, but among the demons, they were still terrifying legends.

“Is the Jade Pure Sacred Sect really that strong?” The Three-Headed Wyrm King silently thought.

He was at the sixth level of the Mahayana Realm!

Who in the world could kill him?

But that sense of unease didn’t go away! Dian Su was uneasy, afraid that the Three-Headed Wyrm King would become angry and eat him.

Finally, the Three-Headed Wyrm King left.

Dian Su heaved a sigh of relief.

Thirteen years passed.

Han Jue broke through to the third level of the Mahayana Realm!

The Fusang Tree also shook for thirteen years. Han Jue even suspected that it did that on purpose.

It could be a predatory action.

Like a man-eating flower.

With the two Golden Crows around, the demons and divine beasts in the mortal world would probably not dare to come.

However, Han Jue was still very cautious. Every once in a while, he would check on the Jade Pure Sacred Sect to prevent demons from infiltrating After breaking through, Han Jue consolidated his cultivation and tested the highest cultivation level in the sect.

11 IC SECL.

(Three-Headed Wyrm King: Sixth level of the Mahayana Realm, descendant of a True Dragon]

He was finally here!

Han Jue narrowed his eyes. A descendant of a True Dragon? Someone with a background?

Han Jue first selected the Three-Headed Wyrm King for a simulation trial.

This fellow was too weak. He was insta-killed.

Han Jue started to test the wyrm’s location. Immediately, he was speechless.

The Three-Headed Wyrm King turned into a young male disciple and knelt at the foot of the immortal mountain with several disciples, wanting to become Han Jue’s disciple.

Ever since Xun Chang’an, Murong Qi, and Fang Liang succeeded, there were always disciples kneeling at the foot of the mountain. They didn’t dare to make any noise and quietly kowtowed.

Especially with Murong Qi’s rise, the disciples idolized the Deity Slaying Elder even more.

“What’s this guy doing?”

Han Jue touched his chin and thought.

Forget it!

Let him continue kneeling!

Then, Han Jue closed his eyes and continued cultivating.

A year later.

The Three-Headed Wyrm King was still kowtowing. Han Jue felt that he couldn’t continue like this, so he asked Xun Chang’an to fetch him into the cave abode. To prevent anything from happening to Xun Chang’an, he told the two Golden Crows to land on his shoulders to protect him.

The Golden Crows were at the seventh level of the Mahayana Realm. Would they be unable to defeat a sixth-level Mahayana Realm cultivator?