PFC Chapter 288 I didn't criticize you earlier, so how should I address you now?
Chapter 288 I didn't criticize you earlier, so how should I address you now?
Li Wudao looked down at the dark gray fragment in his hand, his eyes flashing with contemplation.
The tower spirit's last words still echoed in my ears.
"This involves a matter of immense cause and effect; whether it brings fortune or misfortune depends entirely on fate..."
Since that's the case, this seemingly insignificant fragment probably hides an astonishing secret.
Its value may be even more precious than the legacy passed down from the patriarch.
He carefully collected the fragments and placed them in his storage ring along with other inherited items before looking up at the space inside the tower.
It's time to go out.
……
Outside the tower.
As time ticked by, the atmosphere in the square gradually grew increasingly tense.
"It's been a quarter of an hour, why haven't they come out yet?"
Some disciples couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"There's not a sound at all. Could Junior Brother Li... could he be dead inside?"
"That can't be right. Even if you fail to pass the level, you should be teleported out."
"This is the first time I've ever seen something like this. Junior Sister Jiang failed the trial back then, but she came out very quickly."
A stir ran through the crowd, and whispers rose and fell.
The sect's higher-ups gradually became uneasy.
Murong Yan frowned, staring at the silent giant tower, his fist unconsciously clenching in his sleeve.
If the Holy Son were to encounter an accident inside the tower in the future, it would be an irreparable loss for the Xuan Tian Sect!
The smile on Nangong Cheng's face had vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.
He turned to look at Xia Gucheng and whispered, "Old Xia, what do you think?"
Xia Gucheng stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his face calm as still water.
But upon closer inspection, one can see that his fingers, which are holding the wine gourd, are slightly white.
"hold on."
He spoke softly, his voice devoid of emotion.
The senior elders were already as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
The Burning Heaven Ancestor paced back and forth, flames rising and falling around him: "No! I have to go in and take a look!"
"Nonsense!" Master Ziyang shouted. "The Illusionary Demon Tower has ancestral rules that outsiders are not allowed to interfere with the trials! Do you want to break the rules?"
"Which is more important, the sect rules or the Holy Son?!" Ancestor Burning Heaven glared.
Jian Chenzi closed his eyes and concentrated, the ancient sword on his back trembling slightly, as if sensing the aura within the tower.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and said, "The life force inside the tower has not been extinguished, so there should be no problem."
Despite this, the worries in everyone's hearts did not diminish in the slightest.
Wu Shaotian stood in the crowd, watching this scene, a barely perceptible sneer flashing deep in his eyes.
It would be better if he were dead...
If Li Wudao really died inside the tower, then all his plans would be easily resolved.
Pure Yang Holy Body? Future Holy Son? He's nothing but a corpse.
Wang Zhao, Qiu Zishi, Li Nanzhi, and others were extremely anxious.
"Godfather...you absolutely can't be hurt..."
Wang Zhao muttered to himself, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Jiang Churan stood quietly in front, her cool eyes fixed on the tower gate, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing together inside her sleeve.
She knew better than anyone how dangerous this ordeal was; Li Wudao's ability to hold on for so long had far exceeded her expectations.
But the longer it lasts, the more intense the battle often becomes...
Just as the reactions from all sides were varied and the atmosphere reached its most tense point—
"Buzz!"
At the bottom of the Illusionary Demon Tower, the light curtain at the tower gate rippled gently.
A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the light screen.
His white clothes were torn and stained with blood; his hair was disheveled; and his face showed signs of exhaustion.
But those eyes were as bright as stars, revealing a calmness and sharpness that had been tempered by bloody battles.
It was Li Wudao.
The whole audience was silent.
All eyes were on him, and the air seemed to freeze.
Then——
"It's Junior Brother Li! He's alright! He really passed the hidden trial!"
The gasps of surprise erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly igniting the entire square!
"What Junior Brother Li? Now you have to call him 'Holy Son'!"
"Exactly, don't you have any sense of propriety? How dare you call someone Junior Brother Li?"
"I've met the Holy Son!"
"Meet the Holy Son!"
A wave of cheers swept across the square, the words "Holy Son" echoing everywhere, deafeningly loud.
Li Wudao stood in front of the tower gate, taken aback by the sudden address.
No, what happened?
Is this someone calling me?
He subconsciously looked around to make sure no one else was nearby, then blinked blankly.
Holy Son? What Holy Son?
While he was still in a daze, several figures suddenly surrounded him.
"This must be young friend Li, right? He is indeed a handsome and distinguished man!"
Master Ziyang rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with smiles.
Where was the slightest trace of the dignity of the Supreme Elder? He looked like a wealthy old man who had just discovered a treasure.
Ancestor Burning Heaven pushed past True Man Purple Sun and grinned, saying:
"Young friend, you've had a tough time climbing the tower! Are you injured? I have a few Grade 9 healing pills here, please take them quickly!"
As he spoke, he actually took out a jade bottle and stuffed it into Li Wudao's hand.
Although Jian Chenzi did not speak, his eyes were frighteningly bright as he looked Li Wudao up and down, as if admiring a peerless piece of jade.
The other elders were not to be outdone.
They chatted back and forth, showering Li Wudao with compliments and subtly inquiring whether he had any teachers and whether he wanted to become one of their disciples.
Li Wudao's head was buzzing. Surrounded by these old monsters, he was momentarily confused about the situation.
"Can you old guys just shut up? Don't scare them."
Nangong Cheng coughed, stepped forward, and gave a wink, signaling the others to move aside.
"Oh dear, I couldn't resist when I saw such a fine person, haha."
"Don't be afraid, young friend Li, hehe."
The elders quickly stepped back, forcing smiles like chrysanthemums, trying to "use love" to influence the boy before them.
After a long while, through the explanation of Nangong Cheng, this living fossil, Li Wudao finally understood what had happened.
Nine chimes of the warning bell signal the birth of a holy son—this is the last instruction left by the patriarch Chen Xuanfeng.
And he became the first Holy Son in the ten thousand years since the founding of the Xuantian Sect.
But soon, he was at a loss for words, both laughing and crying.
Originally, he just couldn't stand the petty people targeting him and wanted to use the tower challenge to establish his authority and slap those people in the face.
In other words, he just didn't want to lose.
But he never expected that he would become number one on the list, even surpassing the founder.
He even became the first Holy Son without really knowing what was going on.
"This...uh..."
Li Wudao pondered for a moment, then gave up thinking about it.
Since things have come to this, let's just let nature take its course.
The position of the Son of God means a higher status and more resources, which is not necessarily a bad thing for him.
Murong Yan stepped forward, his expression one of satisfaction, and said, "Wu Dao, you've worked hard... Are you injured?"
He carefully examined the boy and saw that although his clothes were stained with blood, his breathing was steady and his eyes were bright, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"In this tower challenge, you not only proved yourself, but also triggered the warning bell tolling nine times, thus achieving the position of Holy Son. This is an unprecedented event in the history of our Xuantian Sect!"
At this point, Murong Yan looked around at everyone, raised his voice, and his voice echoed throughout the square:
"From this day forward, Li Wudao shall be the Holy Son of my Xuantian Sect, with a status equal to that of the Sect Master, enjoying the highest level of resources allocated by the sect and being revered by the entire sect!"
He looked at Li Wudao, his eyes full of expectation:
"You are the future of the sect, the hope for the resurgence of the Xuantian Sect. This burden may be heavy, but I believe you can shoulder it."
"Sect Master, you flatter me."
Li Wudao smiled wryly, "This disciple has only been in the sect for a year, and my cultivation is still shallow, I'm afraid..."
“Cultivation level can be improved gradually.”
Murong Yan interrupted him, saying solemnly, "But this talent and this temperament are one in a million. The position of Holy Son belongs to you alone."
After the little episode.
Under the intense gazes of the crowd, Li Wudao suddenly remembered something.
His sharp gaze swept around, finally landing on the five disciples who had provoked and questioned him for no reason.
At that moment, the five people stood alone in the corner, their faces pale and trembling.
One of them even collapsed to the ground, as if he had fainted.
Li Wudao was a man who held grudges and would often settle scores on the spot.
Having overcome numerous dangers to break through the tower, they certainly won't let those who caused trouble off easily.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he quickly approached the five people.
Upon catching sight of the man lying on the ground, Li Wudao was slightly puzzled: "What happened to him...?"
"Oh, he fainted from fright at your wisdom and might, Godfather!"
Then Wang Zhao grinned, showing his big teeth, and walked forward excitedly.
"ha?....."
Li Wudao was somewhat bewildered.
But then Wang Zhao grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up, slapping him twice across the face.
"Damn it, still playing dead? Get up!"
The disciple's cheek quickly swelled and bled, which terrified the other four, who turned ashen-faced.
"I...what's wrong with me..."
The disciple who had fainted stood up unsteadily, wincing in pain as he opened his mouth.
He looked up again and saw Li Wudao, and immediately trembled, lowering his head and stammering, "Junior Brother Li... Junior Brother Li..."
His attitude was humble and respectful, a complete change from his previous demeanor.
"How dare you! How dare you address Junior Brother Li as that?"
Wang Zhao let out a strange cry, glaring at the five trembling men, his tone low and menacing:
"You called me 'Godfather' and 'Junior Brother Li' earlier, and I didn't argue with you. But now... how should you address me?"