The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 272 - 218: Remarkable Achievement_2

Chapter 272: Chapter 218: Remarkable Achievement_2

Currently, there are two participants in the nine-star disciple rankings: one is Gao Yan, and the other is Li Cheng. Li Sheng currently holds the highest student ranking, and his age combined with his rank gives him a distinct advantage. As such, most people believe Li Sheng will emerge victorious.

Some spectators think Wang Julong will win, considering his ability to deal with Rong Ming. Most of Wang Julong’s supporters are nobles seeking to establish relations with the Wang Family.

Other nobles are betting on Gao Yan, with the theory that due to his frequent interactions with the Rong twins, he may have learned some mid-ranked Martial Arts Techniques. If his techniques prove to be superior, he is likely to win the tournament.

There are also those rooting for Yan Xiaobao’s victory. These individuals are mainly fans captivated by flyers detailing one particular attack he hasn’t yet used as well as the fact that he has remained an enigma to others.

Among the audience, everyone knows that Yan Xiaobao possesses a past that offers him substantial advantages, yet he remains a cultivator ranked at the student level.

In the midst of these discussions, Yan Xiaobao ignored everyone who came to greet him. Instead, he focused solely on his transforming weapon skill’s sword form, a smile briefly flickering across his face only to be replaced by a frown.

"Controlling a sword is much harder than handling twin blades," he murmured, gazing at the sword formed from his solidified Qi before sighing. Unfortunately, it could only maintain its shape for about three minutes before dissolving into vapor that evaporates into the air. Each sword consumed about one-fifth of his internal Qi and lasted only a brief time, demonstrating that swords are still unreliable for Yan Xiaobao in actual combat.

Despite this, happiness radiated from the young boy, as he observed how the sword now manifested—even if only for three minutes—marking vast improvement from its previous long tubular misty spinning form.

After sighing again, Yan Xiaobao sat beneath a tree in the courtyard, preparing to enter meditation once more when a sudden thought struck him.

Wang Julong was currently training in a neighboring courtyard. Although he had defeated Rong Ming, it was clear that Wang Minglong had won due to Rong Ming’s blunder. Evidently, Rong Ming was attacked right at the outset, leaving Wang Julong with insufficient time to craft the twenty Qi Lightning bolts poised to strike his opponent.

While Thunder Lightning is considered an advanced skill suitable for both defense and offense, it obviously comes with a major limitation—its reliance on significant time to channel Qi essence into the lightning.

At this moment, Yan Xiaobao was convinced he could use his transforming weapon to defeat the Thunder Lightning, yet deep down he felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment, akin to experiencing a pit of filth within his stomach.

Winning solely due to his higher-ranked Martial Arts Skills wouldn’t feel like a proper victory. It was a predictable triumph, prompting Yan Xiaobao to climb a tree to observe the neighboring courtyard.

Entering the courtyard was impossible. Each courtyard was surrounded by inscriptions, ensuring only the masters and teachers could access it. Even sound couldn’t escape the inscription barrier. However, noises within the courtyard, such as knocking, were audible.

Sitting atop the tree, Yan Xiaobao could see into the adjacent courtyard. As he contemplated, he picked up a branch and tossed it into Wang Julong’s residence.

As expected by Yan Xiaobao, the branch didn’t land peacefully but instead struck an invisible force, breaking apart mid-air and scattering into small wood chips.

Nevertheless, the branch accomplished its purpose. A thunderous noise reverberated from the courtyard, prompting an infuriated Wang Julong to rush outside.

At first, Yan Xiaobao was puzzled by the stormy look on Wang Julong’s face. However, as he observed the boy standing in the center of the courtyard, something suddenly didn’t add up to him.

A single realization struck Yan Xiaobao, causing him to lose his balance and fall off the branch he was seated on. Grateful that no one outside the courtyard could hear him, he breathed out a sigh of relief because he had no desire for anyone to approach him right now.

His face flushed a deep red, his mind a chaotic mess.

"He has breasts," Xu Yue remarked, peeking at the stone wall separating the two first-year prodigies. "Truly," he added, referring to the nickname "Xiao Ruafeng."

"What a pity they’re wrapped up," Lan Feng commented with a mischievous grin, prompting an embarrassed Yan Xiaobao to cough at the cursed bird.

Inside the courtyard, Wang Julong wore simple black silk training pants. However, "his" upper body was only wrapped in silken ribbons, tightly bound but barely concealing the chest.

"What are you planning to do now?" Lan Feng asked curiously. For him, it was merely entertaining. He never perceived threats from the small humans inhabiting this little city. On the other hand, Yan Xiaobao had wrestled with Wang Julong’s existence for months, yet Lan Feng could sense the hostility dissipate entirely in an instant.

"I’ll fight her as promised, then pretend I never found out anything," Yan Xiaobao sighed at last. "She’s relying on abilities I can easily overcome. Let’s leave it as is."

Yan Xiaobao finally calmed down, releasing a long sigh. Nobody knew that what he had just witnessed was of utmost importance—something the Wang Family would likely not want others to learn.

It seemed everyone in Liluo City harbored secrets that others shouldn’t uncover. Yan Xiaobao hid Lan Feng, Deng Wu had Little Dragon, and now Wang Julong concealed her identity as a girl.

"Alright, there’s no helping it," Yan Xiaobao eventually decided. He sat beneath the tree he fell from and resumed his cultivation.

Outside Liluo City, seven men dressed in black finally approached the city gate. Upon being spotted, the City Lord’s guards escorted them to Lord Rong Liang’s mansion, where the City Lord awaited them.

Inside the City Hall’s office, Rong Liang sat reviewing documents. Though every major figure in Liluo City had gone to the academy, Rong Liang refrained from leaving the mansion, opting instead to send officials to observe and record the battles on Memory Stones.

Upon hearing that Rong Ming and Rong Xing had been eliminated before reaching the quarterfinals, Rong Liang felt neither anger nor the disappointment others might expect. Instead, he was pleased, realizing Rong Xing was gradually beginning to understand his inferiority in resolve. He was content with Rong Ming’s loss, knowing his son’s passive reaction at the start led to his defeat by Wang Julong.

Lord Rong Liang was a principled man, uninterested in trivial competitions among the younger generation. Given his status as a top-tier nine-star King, he was poised to ascend to Emperor rank at any moment.

For him, serving as City Lord wasn’t a long-term ambition. Yet whenever the Wang Family encountered problems, he fulfilled royal decrees dutifully. Rong Liang was both loyal and hard-working, striving daily to meet the Royal Family’s expectations.

"My Lord," a servant opened the door hesitantly to address the City Lord, his voice trembling with fear. He had knocked multiple times without receiving a response, only daring to peek inside when he saw Rong Liang meticulously reviewing Memory Stones and arranging his scrolls.

"What do you want?" he snapped at the servant, annoyed by the interruption. Though clearly irritated, Lord Rong Liang swiftly stood and bowed deeply toward the seven men entering uninvited.

"Honored Crusaders, I, humble Rong Liang, welcome you. This lowly individual cannot fathom why individuals of your stature have graced this humble city with your presence." Lord Rong Liang maintained his bowed posture with utmost respect, slowly straightening his back afterward.

Rong Liang was uncertain about the expertise of these Crusaders. All he knew was that the Sun Kingdom’s Royal Family had commanded every City Lord to cooperate fully with the Crusaders, treating them as emissaries of the King himself.

Knowing this, Rong Liang resigned himself to obedient servitude, albeit with satisfaction, as Rong Liang had always been willing to act in service of the Royal Family.

The black-clad figures appeared indifferent to Rong Liang’s words. Instead, one of them gestured lightly, summoning a Memory Stone. The Memory Stone floated in front of Lord Rong Liang, who promptly placed it against his forehead.

"Assist these Crusaders in locating the expert ranked among Saints who sells these skills. His name is Sang Yang."

This command came from the Rongrong City Lord. Though brief, it left Rong Liang completely perplexed. The Saint-level expert in the city was a woman named Li Fen, not Sang Yang.

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