CHAPTER 347: CHAPTER 347: ADVANCED

When the gang of thieves realized that they had no way of taking supplies from the tiger’s mouth, and after taking supplies from the other households, including Mrs. Dong’s apartment, they walked out of the building and got into a dirty car they had come riding in.

Some people were cursing them for bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Saying that they didn’t have the guts to really provoke those gods of death and that’s why they didn’t dare to continue staying there.

Of course this was true because even though they had claimed to be fearless, they still didn’t want to provoke someone who didn’t even blink when they killed.

However, they had only escaped now because Yang Leo didn’t have the orders to engage in battle or kill.

Once the sect was officially established and rules set, they could use them as guide to take care of such pests.

Back at the entrance of the ancient battlefield, every few hours, the invisible ripples of suppression weakened, the spiritual seals trembling as though preparing to shatter completely.

Chu Miao sat cross-legged on a flat boulder, her eyes closed, her breathing even. Around her, the spiritual energy swirled thicker than in any place she had cultivated before.

It was as if the heavens themselves were pouring down endless streams of liquid light, flooding her meridians, tempering her flesh, and sharpening her mind.

Even in ancient times, she had never encountered such pure energy before. It needed no purifying before storing it in her dantian.

Moreover, the blue crystal that had settled in her dantian before was helping her to absorb spiritual energy almost at twice her usual speed.

Her soul ring space already contained dense spirit qi, but here, outside the ancient battlefield, the qi was sharper, purer, with dense murderous intent, and almost alive with a faint trace of the ancient will of warriors who had once fought within thousands of years ago.

Each wisp of energy carried pressure, forcing her body and soul to adapt. She welcomed it, guiding the influx through her meridians with the calm precision of the seasoned general she was.

The pressure had started to appear a couple of days after their team had set camp there.

At first it was just light but as time went by, she could feel it to her bones as it helped to temper her flesh, bones, and blood.

Not far away, Ye Xuan sat in the same meditative posture.

His aura surged like a mountain stream breaking through rocks. The disciplined breathing he had refined as a soldier merged seamlessly with cultivation techniques Chu Miao had taught him.

His foundation was already stable, thanks to his diligent cultivation and suppression of advancement opportunities. Yet now, as he drew in the battlefield’s energy, his aura swelled higher and higher, pressing against the limits of his stage.

Crack!

A faint sound of something breaking echoed from within him, like the breaking of shackles.

His aura started to expand and even Chu Miao and Chu Hao seated near him could feel its oppression.

Not only had he broken through to the foundation establishment realm, he was also advancing a small level in the early stage of foundation establishment.

If he continued like this, he might break through to the mid-level before the entrance opened completely.

His comrades Lei Ying, Gu Fan, and the others felt the tremor and smiled slightly even while focusing on their own breakthroughs.

"Good," murmured Gu Fan, though his eyes remained closed. His own aura resembled a spear poised to pierce the skies. As someone who had grown up training his body and spirit both, he welcomed the battlefield qi’s harshness. The denser it pressed, the more refined his foundation became.

Beside him, Chu Hao gritted his teeth. The only son of the Chu family in the younger generation was less experienced than his younger sister, yet he carried the same stubbornness.

Spiritual energy roared through him, clashing against his meridians like waves against cliffs. His fire element burned his meridians without mercy and the pressure from the ancient battlefield didn’t help either.

Sweat dampened his clothes, but he refused to stop. He visualized the generals described by his sister and grandfather of the old Chu family in the ancient era standing in formation.

He then remembered the memory of his grandfather’s voice urging him forward: "A true Chu does not falter when the path is hard."

Boom!

The sound of his breakthrough was fiercer than expected, startling even Chu Miao’s calm heart. Chu Hao opened his eyes briefly, twin sparks of bright orange mixed with red light flashing.

He exhaled heavily, and for the first time in weeks, a proud grin spread across his face. He had achieved the qualifications to enter the ancient battlefield with his little sister.

"Finally, that pretty boy Ye Xuan can’t be too proud. I have advanced too." Chu Hao muttered before closing his eyes again to stabilize his recently advanced cultivation.

Only if he knew that Ye Xuan was already a step further than him, he would be too disappointed.

However, no one was going to tell him that. Thus, he was happy to concentrate on his stabilization.

Lei Ying’s cultivation, on the other hand, was quieter, maybe because it was the water element that represented life. But it was no less terrifying. A faint hum like the sound of a wave hitting the shore filled the air around him.

His affinity for water drew the battlefield into violent arcs that danced along his skin before sinking into his meridians.

Others would have been drowned by such an aura, but Lei Ying’s flesh only grew tougher from the pressure.

His aura flared, rising like a storm cloud ready to split the heavens or a tsunami hitting a crowded city.

With each breath, the waves of water element grew steadier, forming a thin web of spiritual power around his body.

His eyes snapped open once, flashing with a blue light like the deep sea, then closed again as he condensed the surge of power.