Chapter 911 Unexpected Joy, Mastering Magical Power

He told Li Chang’an that over six thousand years ago, that Celestial Pride who possessed both a Celestial Spirit Root and a Spirit Body indeed had quite decent aptitude. In terms of natural talent, even during the era of the Nine Great Sects, they would be considered extremely rare. However, their application of Magical Power was very poor. It wasn’t just them; the rest of the Purple Mist Sect disciples were exactly the same.

"In this current era, Cultivators blindly pursue better Cultivation Techniques and stronger Magic, but they neglect the control of their own power. The Magic they unleash might appear to have astonishing might, but in reality, a great deal of Magical Power is wasted."

In the eyes of the Artifact Spirit, although that person’s Magic was strong, the power was too scattered. Out of ten parts of power, they only brought out three or four; the rest was entirely wasted. Li Chang’an, on the other hand, was different.

"Your degree of control over your own Magical Power is much better. I genuinely suspect whether you’ve undergone the special training of the Nine Great Sects. You are completely different from the Cultivators of the present Cultivation Immortality Realm."

Hearing this, Li Chang’an came to a sudden realization. During the two lifetimes he dreamed of returning to antiquity, he had indeed received specialized training. Of course, due to the outbreak of the great tribulation, the time he spent training wasn’t long, making him unable to perfectly control his own Magical Power. Even so, he was still stronger than the Cultivators of the current Cultivation Immortality Realm.

"That person from six thousand years ago didn’t need perfect control over their power," the Artifact Spirit continued. "As long as they didn’t waste too much Magical Power, killing three hundred of them wouldn’t have been difficult.

"The Cultivators of the Purple Mist Sect always assume I am deliberately making things difficult for them. But I followed a Divinity Transformation expert, after all. Why would I bother making things hard for these Nascent Soul and Golden Core juniors?"

As for his own arrogance, the Artifact Spirit believed that, as the Artifact Spirit of a Divinity Transformation Immortal Sect, he had every right to be arrogant toward the people of these Nascent Soul Sects.

After saying this, he said no more and waved his hand, dismissing Li Chang’an from the assessment space.

Li Chang’an only felt his vision darken. When light returned to his eyes, he had already returned to the outside world. At the same time, Liu Xuanfeng and the others also appeared one by one. The expression on each person’s face was different.

"How did everyone fare?"

"Sigh, don’t mention it. Those Demon Beasts appeared far too quickly; I simply couldn’t kill that many."

"It was the same for me. We can only look to Senior Brother Liu..."

The results of the several geniuses were quite average, and their complexions did not look good. Soon, the Artifact Spirit appeared. Still wearing an arrogant expression, his gaze swept over the crowd as he announced their results one by one.

"Thirty-eight, forty-one, fifty-five..."

The results of these geniuses who followed Liu Xuanfeng were all between thirty and sixty, roughly in line with what Liu Haichao had predicted. As for Liu Xuanfeng, he had slain eighty-seven Demon Beasts, a result slightly worse than his father’s. Among the past Holy Sons and Saintesses of the Purple Mist Sect, this score could only be considered lower-middle-tier; it simply couldn’t compare to a top-tier Saintess like Zi Xi.

Because of this, Liu Xuanfeng wasn’t in a good mood either. He caught a glimpse of Li Chang’an out of the corner of his eye, guessing that Li Chang’an couldn’t have done much better. However, he soon heard a number that he found simply unbelievable.

"Ninety-five!"

Liu Xuanfeng trembled all over and turned to look at Li Chang’an. He could not accept that this Loose Cultivator, Li Chang’an, actually had a better result than he did. In other words, if they excluded various hidden trump cards and Treasures, and ignored the gap in their realms to fight a battle at the same tier, he would definitely lose to Li Chang’an!

He couldn’t help but ask, "Senior, did this person truly slay ninety-five Demon Beasts relying purely on his own strength?"

"What, do you suspect I am lying to you? What qualifications do you have to be lied to by me?" The Artifact Spirit’s expression was haughty, and his tone was extremely indifferent as he looked toward Liu Xuanfeng and the other few. "You all call yourselves Celestial Prides, yet you can’t even compare to a Loose Cultivator with a Low Grade Spirit Root. Calling you trash would be thinking too highly of you! If I were you, I would give up Cultivation as early as possible, lest you insult the word."

Hearing these words, those Celestial Prides were both furious and stifled. Simply because they truly were inferior to Li Chang’an, they had no idea how to retort, so much so that every one of their faces flushed red with suppressed anger. Before they could even think of a response, the Artifact Spirit waved his large hand.

WHOOSH!

A fierce gale swept over them. In an instant, the crowd was swept out of the ruins. This signified the official end of the assessment.

They looked at each other in dismay, then looked at Li Chang’an. Their expressions were incomparably complex, but ultimately, they could only leave. The return journey was much more silent than when they came; almost no one spoke. The other few had become reticent due to this blow, constantly reflecting on their own shortcomings in their hearts. Liu Xuanfeng, on the other hand, was filled with killing intent.

He thought, "Although Li Chang’an’s strength at the same tier is greater than mine, he only possesses Early Stage Golden Core Cultivation. I am already at the Late Stage of Golden Core, and I even have the Tier Four Card bestowed by the True Monarch. Killing him shouldn’t be difficult."

The Cultivation Immortality Realm wasn’t all that fair; not everyone would get the chance to fight at the same tier. Liu Xuanfeng didn’t plan on giving Li Chang’an the chance to grow up. The sole reason being that Li Chang’an’s performance this time had given him a severe sense of crisis.

He coldly reasoned, "The Cultivation Immortality Realm is currently in great chaos, and the Demonic invasion is growing more intense by the day. Zi Xi can’t protect him forever."

Suppressing the killing intent in his heart, Liu Xuanfeng formulated scheme after scheme in his mind.

A few days later.

The group smoothly departed from the Secret Realm. Upon arriving before Zi Xia True Monarch, they all bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Senior!"

"Greetings, Supreme Elder!"

Zi Xia True Monarch shot out a few streams of Magical Power to hold them up, then inquired about the results of this assessment.

They spoke one by one, reporting their respective results. Upon hearing Liu Xuanfeng say the number "eighty-seven," Zi Xia True Monarch and Zi Xi both remained very calm; only Liu Haichao revealed a smile. However, the smile on his face quickly stiffened when he heard Li Chang’an’s ninety-five.

This number matched Zi Xi’s prediction and was higher than Liu Haichao’s result back in the day. Even if he were to take the assessment again now, he might not necessarily be able to surpass his past record. Though his Cultivation was higher now than it was back then, the Cultivation of the Demon Beasts in the assessment space would also rise accordingly.

"Daoist Li’s potential truly isn’t low!" Zi Xi, despite expecting this, was still somewhat surprised.

Li Chang’an had slain only a few fewer beasts than she had, surpassing the vast majority of geniuses throughout the history of the Purple Mist Sect. With a Low Grade Spirit Root, he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the top-tier Holy Sons and Saintesses!