Dream Picking Records

"How is it? No response yet?" Xue Rong asked.

"No, what you're looking for is probably not here."

Wang Xiao pulled back his hand and extended his middle finger, describing: "Everything in the space just now is clearly reflected in my mind, but unfortunately, no object caused any special reaction."

Xue Rong looked at Taichu Tianjing and, combined with Wang Xiao's words, proved that he was indeed not lying.

"Our king is incredibly powerful, and he's one of the best in history. Yun Kong, with his current level of cultivation, was able to counter him. This is absolutely extraordinary. If it's not here, where else could it be?"

Wang Xiao saw her whispering, so he spoke up to interrupt her thoughts.

"What are your plans next? Try again or go somewhere else?"

Xue Rong was startled; the other party was even more aggressive than she was. But before she could respond, a palm print pierced through space, striking Wang Xiao from an extremely tricky and mysterious angle. However, this attack pales in comparison to the assassin's leader.

"presumptuous!"

Xue Rong's voice was icy cold, and he shattered the palm print directly. At the same time, figures from the Holy Pavilion rushed out from all sides to protect them in the middle.

"It seems that Master Xue Pavilion really wants to protect him. In your eyes, our entire Jinghong Academy is not as good as him?"

Wang Xiao gazed in the direction of the voice. He saw the space there tremble, and a middle-aged man revealed himself. He was dressed in the attire of the Jinghong Academy, and his murderous intent was undisguised. A closer look revealed a striking resemblance between his features and Sima Jinghong's. Wang Xiao guessed that this man was most likely Sima Jinghong's father, who had died at his hands.

"Sima Nanqiang, I agreed with you guys before I came here not to use force. If you don't know what's good for you and disrupt my plan, don't blame me for suing you later!"

Seeing that Xuerong was confronting him head-on and showing no sign of compromise, Sima Nanqiang used the rhetoric he had prepared in advance.

"In my opinion, he does have talent, but it's not yet to the point where you, Pavilion Master, would value him so highly. Even if he truly is the most talented person in this world, then perhaps what we're looking for... is already on him. Don't forget, the most likely candidate in our speculation is his ancestor. What if he's kept the item somewhere else instead of on him..."

Xue Rong narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of hesitation. She hadn't been without suspicion, having tested the situation seven days ago when she gave the Taichu Tianjing to Wang Xiao, but had indeed received no response. But Sima Nanqiang's words today had woken her up. Who said something like that had to be carried around?

Seeing his rhetoric was working, Sima Nanqiang continued to exaggerate, "According to the report from my pawn Mo Kun planted in Yunshan Academy, this boy was still at the Self-cultivation Realm when he joined Yunshan Academy. It's only been a short time since he reached the Heavenly Fate Realm. It's hard not to suspect something!"

Sima Nanqiang's words made sense, and Xue Rong was shaken again.

"It's better to kill the wrong person than to let him go. Jinghong Academy is still a young boy. I believe the Blood Pavilion Master will make the right choice."

"Are you threatening me?"

Xue Rong gave him a sidelong glance, and Sima Nanqiang said with an apologetic smile, "No, no, I'm just helping the Pavilion Master sort out his thoughts."

Wang Xiao sneered inwardly. The man had so brazenly and openly plotted his plan right in front of him, apparently believing he was in his grasp. The cold light faded from Xue Rong's face, and a smile reappeared, but this smile was tinged with danger.

"What he said makes sense, don't you think?"

"Master Blood Pavilion, do you want me to prove myself? This is an empty accusation without any evidence. If that's the case, why not just attack me directly? I won't say another word of nonsense."

Faced with Wang Xiao's determination, Xue Rong did not express anything. Sima Nanqiang was extremely excited and ready to take action at any time.

"Keep alive."

Xue Rong finally made a decision, but before she could finish, Wang Xiao took the initiative and stretched out a palm. The aftermath alone killed or injured most of the surrounding Holy Pavilion assassins.

Several white bones sprouted from the blood banyan's back, each tip glowing red, as if dripping with blood. Wang Xiao delivered a solid punch, then used the force of the thrust to land far away.

"Netherworld Blood Skull..."

"The news is indeed true. Your physical strength is unmatched even by Sima Jinghong, who has undergone baptism by the Fearless Lion Clan." Xue Rong retracted the bone spurs on her back, a flash of surprise passing through her. Seeing Wang Xiao's composure in the face of danger, she stepped aside, making way for Sima Nanqiang.

"Since he's the murderer of your son, I'll leave him to you. Oh, and remember to leave him alive."

Sima Nanqiang was distraught at this. His son had originally been assigned the position of exploration for the Taichu Tianjing, waiting for Sima Jinghong to achieve his Heavenly Destiny breakthrough. Unexpectedly, he perished in the secret realm, unable to emerge. The grand vision of Jinghong Academy was shattered. However, the event that shattered everything was right before his eyes.

"Give Hong'er back his life!"

Sima Nanqiang used his palm as a knife, and the scorching air waves raged like his anger.

"Those who aid and abet the evildoers deserve to be put to death."

Wang Xiao slapped out a palm in the air, directly destroying his Jinghong Pomie Zhan.

"Little bastard! There's something!"

Sima Nanqiang's eyes fixed, and his left hand quietly pulled out a green dagger from under his loose embroidered robe. As expected, he chose to engage Wang Xiao in close combat.

"Old man, I have many tricks up my sleeve, but I'm afraid you won't survive!"

Wang Xiao said this, but he didn't dare to be careless in his actions, and was cautiously on guard against any conspiracy he might have.

"Snake Palm!"

Sima Nanqiang's wide embroidered robe fluttered fiercely, and his arms waved like a flock of dancing snakes. Wang Xiao was temporarily caught off guard, unable to track his movements.

"Boom!"

Wang Xiao's chest was struck twice in quick succession, his body swaying uncontrollably. Sima Nanqiang sensed the opportunity to strike, bending his waist like a venomous snake and launching a swift attack. Wang Xiao suddenly steadied himself, his right fist rising like the blazing sun, aiming for the opponent's head.

Sima Nanqiang didn't take it seriously, or perhaps he'd anticipated it. Just as the two were about to touch, the dagger in his hand reappeared, seemingly ripping and corroding space. At that moment, he was terrifyingly calm, his hatred completely forgotten. Even so, his emotions still wavered.

A golden roc flew out from the light of Wang Xiao's fist, carrying the force of fighting against the nine heavens and directly knocking down Sima Nanqiang's dagger.

"Hong'er!"

Sima Nanqiang's eyes flushed red. How could he not recognize the unique skills Sima Jinghong mastered? But his years of experience suppressed the waves of hatred. However, the matter was not over yet. The Peng bird swooped down, its body gradually transforming into a large black fish. It opened its mouth and swallowed the dagger. Wang Xiao tried to break it.

Sima Nanqiang laughed in anger, saying, "You're dreaming! You really think you can break the weapon I've nurtured for decades!?"

After saying that, he began to control the dagger to fight back.

The dagger-like light shone brightly inside the dark fish's body, and the green turned black, and the black turned purple.

Wang Xiao continued to exert his strength, and golden spots began to appear on Kun's body. The golden light grew stronger, and the dagger grew dimmer. He held one hand as black as ink, the other shimmering with golden light, and then suddenly clasped his hands together.

"boom!"

The smoke and dust in the sky dissipated, leaving only a light sentence.

"Nothing is Impossible."