The Supreme One

After a holiday and a whole month of reading, Xia Xian wanted to gain more. But it was obvious that even though he was now acquiring new knowledge faster than before when he read blindly, it was still not enough to make a breakthrough.

After all, when it comes to knowledge related to the human body, it seems that they can be classified into one category, but in fact they can still be subdivided into countless small categories.

There is so much knowledge involved, and he has only roughly improved his advanced knowledge system of the human body, but he still has not found the point that can trigger a quantitative change.

Take this step forward thoroughly and stand firm!

Xia Xian never grasped the key point and could only continue to absorb the wisdom of his predecessors by reading books.

Perhaps, at some unexpected moment, he can get this key point through the collision of the sparks of wisdom of his predecessors.

Of course, this is also because his current physical fitness skills are already enough to put him at the forefront among his peers, so he is not in a hurry to make a breakthrough.

Just wait and see, one day it will be completed.

With such a natural mentality, Xia Xian entered his third year in the school.

As expected, in the opening test, Xia Xian's results finally came to the forefront.

"Not bad, not bad, 3.7. Xia Xian, you are finally taking it seriously. Practice well and keep up the good work."

Old Yang said these encouraging words against his will without any joy at all.

She didn't even believe what she said.

Xia Xian will work hard? That's obviously impossible!

Xia Xian could only cooperate with this and smiled happily: "Of course, of course, Lao Yang, don't worry, I will definitely keep working hard."

Then, just like before, after spending a little time at school to complete his daily training tasks, Xia Xian and Sheng Wuya came to the library again.

It seemed that there was no difference from the past. Xia Xian was still reading and studying seriously, trying to deduce a more efficient body refining technique.

Sheng Wuya was still the same as always, just reading some random books to kill time.

But even though he looked like he wasn't practicing, and he wasn't actually practicing, his physique had basically reached the peak of the Light Consolidation Stage.

I don’t know what delicious food I ate at home, but after reaching this stage, if I want to improve further, although there are still some treasures that can be used, they are already relatively rare for their Holy Family.

During this period, Xia Xian seemed to be able to see a trace of sadness on his face as he was always doing nothing and lacking interest.

However, he had been advised many times to practice seriously, but to no avail. Xia Xian could only let him do as he pleased and let him think it through himself.

Of course, maybe he really doesn't need to practice that hard.

According to what he said, the atmosphere in their family is already very flat, and there are hardly any elders in the family who have made great efforts to cultivate themselves.

But they still followed the procedures step by step and got to where they are today.

This is the legacy accumulated by their countless predecessors and ancestors.

The so-called cultivation among the human race is actually the process of constantly refining and improving the degree of blood fusion while accumulating energy.

During this period of cultivation, as long as the realm of the strong person who is the source of the fused bloodline is high enough, there will basically be no bottleneck before reaching the corresponding realm.

Of course, this corresponding realm has a corresponding calculation formula, which is related to the realm of that strong man and the degree of blood fusion and compatibility of this person's blood.

As for their Holy Family, the fine-tuning of family genes caused by the fusion of bloodlines over countless years has accumulated, and the degree of blood compatibility has almost reached a limit.

This makes it very easy for them to improve the degree of blood fusion, so correspondingly they basically do not need to practice too hard to reach a high enough level.

The only troublesome thing about human cultivation is obtaining the blood of stronger people and races of higher levels, but this is obviously not a difficult task for the Holy Family with a long heritage.

So they really don't need to practice much, and the reason why Sheng Wuya feels a little sad now is that after all, he has been with Xia Xian for a long time, and has more or less been influenced by him and has some higher pursuits.

And he obviously felt that with his current level of cultivation efforts, the future path of cultivation might not be easy.

Even after the bonus period of their family's blood legacy has passed, the gap between their realm and Xia Xian's will probably become larger and larger, and they will soon be unable to keep up with Xia Xian's pace.

Of course, this is slow relative to Xia Xian, but in fact, at the world level, the height he can easily reach is far beyond the maximum height that most humans, or even most other races, can reach in their lifetime.

In his eyes, he trusted Xia Xian's abilities very much. Even Xia Xian himself did not trust himself that much, but Sheng Wuya absolutely believed that as long as there were no accidents during Xia Xian's practice, there would be no obstacles that could trap him.

But this idea was a little too far-sighted. Even though he believed in Xia Xian so much, he also knew that it would take hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years to reach the heights of their family.

It is precisely because every breakthrough in a realm will greatly increase one's lifespan, so he absolutely believes that Xia Xian can reach a very high realm step by step.

Therefore, it is because the future he predicted is still a long way from now that he is struggling now as to whether he should work hard at cultivation.

After all, the future he foresaw was still a long way from now. Should he start moving forward quickly from now on, or wait until the time is right before speeding up?

He also believed in Xia Xian's ability, and believed that he would definitely be able to research some more powerful methods of cultivation. By then, he might be able to rely on Xia Xian's methods of cultivation to quickly move forward and keep up with Xia Xian's pace.

Although I will need Xia Xian's help at that time, it won't be a big deal given their relationship.

It was only after Xia Xian talked with him and learned about his thoughts that he gave up trying to persuade him and let him make his own choice.

After all, there is nothing wrong with his ideas, and it is indeed still too early.

He also had confidence that he would be able to research some enhanced methods of cultivation by then, and he might even be able to ask Sheng Wuya to experiment and increase some experimental data.

Of course, in addition to the methods of cultivation, he also needs to study some combat methods.

After all, the prerequisite for being able to get to the end is to ensure your own safety. However, being in the territory of the Sen tribe, the intensity of the battle is really too low.

Therefore, he currently does not have too high aspirations for combat law enforcement. The correct choice is to focus all his energy on improving his own realm.

Moreover, his current means are almost enough, but before leaving, he must first master enough combat power.

Xia Xian also thought that there would be no more twists and turns during his time in school, but he did not expect that an accident would come so unexpectedly.

On a very ordinary weekend, Xia Xian came to the library early in the morning to continue reading as usual.

As time passed, the books Xia Xian read became older and older, and the platform he was on was getting lower and lower.

But even though Xia Xian is now hundreds of meters underground, it still does not affect the light emitted by the surrounding tree walls, making the entire library as bright as day.

But in this position, Xia Xian could basically hear no sound. The surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that some people even felt a little scared.

But for Xia Xian, it is a perfect environment for reading, allowing him to immerse himself more deeply in the world of books.

After reducing external interference, Xia Xian's experimental comparison showed that the speed of reading has indeed improved.

In fact, on normal days he is so focused on reading that he can't even hear someone approaching him.

But in reality, there is still a part of his consciousness that he cannot control and will be disturbed by various external factors.

This should also be part of the human body's self-protection consciousness. After all, if you want to survive in the world, observation of the environment is essential. This is an ability that a race must evolve over countless years.

It's just that something unusual seemed to happen today.

On weekdays, Xia Xian was immersed in reading, and when it was time to go home, he needed Sheng Wuya to come down and call him.

Today, Xia Xian heard from afar some noises coming from above his head.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Spare my life!"

A series of intermittent shouts echoed among the giant trees in the entire library and reached Xia Xian's ears from afar.

Especially in this cry, Xia Xian could clearly capture the fear and despair contained therein.

No matter how focused Xia Xian was on reading, he was not really deaf, so he was naturally woken up by the shouting.

Xia Xian put down the book in his hand, stood up and looked up in confusion.

Although blocked by layers of platforms, it was impossible to see what the scene above was, and the cries for help and pleas for mercy coming from above seemed a little distorted due to the changes in the people's emotions.

But Xia Xian still managed to identify the source of the sound, which made him even more confused.

"What is Brother Fang Ming doing? Who has offended him and has come to the library?"

After hearing clearly who it was, Xia Xian felt relieved.

Anyway, as long as it’s not Sheng Wuya, it’s fine. As a staff member in the library, Fang Ming is naturally at home.

I think even if it screams so miserably, it won’t be a big deal, right?

"Ah! I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I really didn't mean it!"

"Ahhh! If you keep hitting me, be careful or I'll resist! I'm really going to resist!

This is a library, you are going to destroy it!"

Well, although the screams were terrible, it was obvious that Fang Ming had done something wrong, and they should be familiar with each other, so I don't think he would kill him.

So Xia Xian just listened twice more, and after making sure that Sheng Wuya was not involved, he planned to pick up the book and continue reading.

A guy like Fang Ming who flirts with girls everywhere will eventually encounter something like this one day, and Xia Xian had already anticipated this.

He just didn't expect that he had been here for such a long time and this was the first time he encountered someone coming to his door, so Xia Xian couldn't say he was surprised.

But before he opened the book, he saw that Fang Ming in the book really had no intention of being a human being.

It seemed that he could not resist and stop the abuser with his words or body, so he decisively chose to use someone as a human shield.

However, in this library, no one else can be seen for months and years, and it is obvious that there is no one else who can be brought here.

"Crow, save me, you lunatic, stop it now! This is a member of the Holy Family, you can't afford to pay for it if you break it!"

"Oh my god, you're still here! You're really crazy, bitch!

Isn't it just that you got drunk and recognized the wrong person? Is it necessary to do this? If you really hurt the crow, even the old man can't protect you!"

There was an obvious "bang bang" sound of dull blows coming from above, and it seemed that the blows were getting more violent.

Xia Xian's heart immediately began to lift. He wondered what kind of ruthless person Fang Ming had provoked.

Moreover, this guy was so shameless as to drag a child to be a meat shield. It seemed that he really pissed off the other party and he didn't seem to hold back at all.

Now that Sheng Wuya was dragged into it, Xia Xian could no longer stay there. He could only quickly put down the book in his hand that he had not yet had time to open, and went up to check out the situation.

As a result, before he reached a few platforms, a figure flashed in front of him.

After taking a closer look, it turned out to be the unreliable Fang Ming. At this time, Sheng Wuya was held in his hand with a speechless look on his face.

But Fang Ming seemed to be afraid to let go of the person in his hand. Before Xia Xian could react, another figure flashed past him in an instant.

In an instant, a fist was about to hit him, and Xia Xian had no time to react at all until the fist hit with a "bang" and a strong gust of wind from the fist brushed Xia Xian's face and hit the tree wall beside him.

This fierce punch caused a noticeable dent in the tree wall that had been immortal for billions of years, but it recovered in the blink of an eye.

But the wind from the fist also blew Xia Xian away without any resistance. Fortunately, he reacted to the punch just now.

I found myself flying in the air without knowing how. I reacted immediately, quickly grasped my surroundings, and then found the right position to land steadily on the next platform.

As a result, as soon as he landed, Fang Ming, who had been fighting for several rounds, quickly dodged over, leaving him, a powerless child, as a target.

"Xianzi, please save me quickly. If you don't save me, I'll be beaten to death!"

"Don't come over here! If you come over here again, we will both be beaten to death!"

Xia Xian didn't hesitate at all when he saw the figure in front of him stop and seem to be breathing.

He didn't even look at it, but quickly hid aside and snatched Sheng Wuya from Fang Ming's hand and hid aside.

"Brother Fang Ming, you have to bear the consequences of your own actions. How can our weak bodies bear it?"

Only then did Xia Xian have time to look at who was beating Fang Ming up, but he never expected that it was just a petite woman.

Although her hair was disheveled and she looked violent at the moment, one could still tell that she was somewhat gentle from the hair covering her face.

Of course, her expression at this moment was not soft at all. Instead, she grinned with a crazy smile and stared fiercely at Fang Ming beside her, her eyes bulging with bloodshot.