Just as Bai Zhong was happily escorting Su Qianyun out of the tower and recounting the battle between An Lin and Xing Tian, Xu Xiaolan half-knelt to the ground on the ninety-sixth level and panted heavily.
She had already defeated the Enlightened Dark River on the ninety-sixth level, but she had also sustained severe injuries and was on the brink of unconsciousness. As for why she hadn't fainted, that was because she wanted to witness An Lin's battle again, so she forced herself to stay conscious.
"Senior Bai Zhong, where are you? Hurry up and come out! "Xu Xiaolan yelled in an extremely impatient voice.
However, everything around her was extremely quiet, as if she were standing in an empty tower.
Xu Xiaolan: "…"
She flicked a finger, and a stream of black liquid flowed over her fingertip before transforming into different forms.
This was the Dark River Spell Technique that she had obtained from the Enlightened Dark River on this level, and it was an extremely high-level water-type spell technique. This was quite a good reward for her. She had initially been in a good mood, and she was planning to witness An Lin's battle after she got out of the tower. However … she discovered that no one was here to escort her out!
She stood on the ninety-sixth level in a daze and forced herself to stay conscious. Her good mood had been completely ruined.
After escorting Su Qianyun out of the tower, Bai Zhong suddenly slapped his forehead as he recalled that there were still two other women remaining in the Immortal Spirit Tower.
Thank God he had discovered this in time … He hurriedly entered the Immortal Spirit Tower again to fetch Xu Xiaolan.
After being healed by Su Qianyun, Bai Zhong was no longer as frustrated by Xu Xiaolan's complaints. Instead, he admitted his mistake and apologized in an extremely sincere manner.
Xu Xiaolan was a little confused by Bai Zhong's reaction. Was this still the same old, long-winded old man? It couldn't be fake, could it?!
She was too embarrassed to say anything else, so she could only swallow a Blood Spirit Pill before sitting down to meditate.
The 97th floor was covered in frost. Sharp icicles floated in the air, emitting a dense chill. Even the void seemed to be frozen.
A man in a suit of red armor with his features obscured appeared, and he stabbed a flaming spear through Liu Qianhuan's chest. The scorching heat emanating from the spear made it appear as if it were the sun.
"I still lost in the end …" A hint of disappointment appeared on Liu Qianhuan's face.
"Don't be discouraged. You can be said to be the most monstrously talented student in the Celestial Court. Even Yang Jian might not have your potential back then. It's a pity that your realm has not stabilized yet. Otherwise, you might really be able to defeat me." The man retracted his spear. His voice was hoarse, but his tone was filled with admiration.
A beautiful smile appeared on Liu Qianhuan's face, but there was a hint of melancholy in her voice. "The most freakishly talented? That's because you haven't seen the battle above, and the battle below … "
A puzzled expression appeared on the man's face. However, Liu Qianhuan had already slowly closed her eyes and fainted.
Not long after, an old man appeared before Liu Qianhuan and hurriedly teleported her away using a spell technique.
At this moment, An Lin was the only one left in the Immortal Spirit Tower.
He had already broken all the records in the history of the Immortal Spirit Tower, and he was preparing to challenge the final level.
The battle hadn't even begun yet, but news of An Lin breaking all the records in the Immortal Spirit Tower had already spread throughout the entire campus.
As for the source of the news, it was naturally the gossipy fifth-year students who were spreading the news.
Due to the fact that this was an extremely sensational event, the news spread very quickly, and in the end, almost everyone was aware of it. It was exactly because of this that many students wanted to go to the Immortal Spirit Tower to spectate the battle even though they were still in class.
No sh * t! This was a battle that would go down in history!
This was like an international superstar holding an extravagant concert in the mortal world, but the students were still in class. What were they supposed to do?
Of course, many students couldn't resist the urge to skip class!
Thus, while An Lin was still meditating, a steady stream of students began to gather around the Immortal Spirit Tower.
Soon, there were over ten thousand people.
"Big Brother, the Sword Dao teacher wants us to demonstrate our swordsmanship in front of the class during the next class. Is it really okay for us to suddenly skip class now?" Yao Xiu asked with a hint of unease.
"That's our idol's final battle! We can't miss it no matter what!" Yao Mingxi replied with a determined expression, "If the teacher asks, we'll just say that we suddenly attained enlightenment in the Dao of the Sword, so we went to find a place to digest our sword intent."
"You can do that?" Yao Xiu's eyes widened as if she was seeing her big brother for the first time.
"But … wouldn't it be too much of a coincidence for both of us to attain enlightenment at the same time?" She suddenly became a little concerned.
A faint smile appeared on Yao Mingxi's face. "Are you stupid? I've attained enlightenment, so I have to explore a new Dao of the Sword. I need someone to feed me techniques, right? That person is you! "
Yao Xiu felt as if she had been enlightened. "That's brilliant!"
"What are you guys talking about?" A voice suddenly sounded beside them.
"We're talking about how to lie to the teacher. Brother, you …" Yao Mingxi turned around, but his expression froze before he even had a chance to finish his sentence.
Yao Xiu's body trembled in fright at the sight of the man beside her, and an expression of shock and horror appeared on her face. "T-T-T-Teacher?!"
That's right, the man beside her was none other than their Sword Dao teacher, Sword Immortal Dong Yi.
Sword Immortal Dong Yi looked at the two of them with a hint of a smile on his face. "What a coincidence. I was just about to come over and say hi to you two when I heard something terrible."
Yao Xiu and Yao Mingxi's legs had turned to jelly, and their minds were in a complete mess. They couldn't even speak.
F * ck! Lying to their teacher right in front of him? They were definitely screwed!
"Teacher, we were wrong. My sister and I will go back to class immediately!" Yao Mingxi tried his best to calm his emotions before hurriedly apologizing to Yao Xiu.
"Hey, don't leave now that you're here!" Sword Immortal Dong Yi waved his hand.
The two of them paled. Don't leave now that you're here? Was he going to execute them on the spot?!
"That class has already been changed to a self-study session," Sword Immortal Dong Yi said. "Come and watch this battle with me. I also want to see my idol battle."
Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu were shocked again. There was too much information in this sentence, and they were completely dumbfounded.
Who would have thought that their teacher would change the sword dao class to a self-study session just to spectate this battle?!
My God! He's a soulmate!
"Who would have thought that you were also a fan of An Lin, Teacher! This is great!" Yao Mingxi was overjoyed. It was as if he had found another soulmate.
"No, An Lin is not my idol." Sword Immortal Dong Yi shook his head.
Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu both faltered upon hearing this.
"Hehe, my idol is that senior on the ninety-ninth level."
An expression of yearning appeared on Sword Immortal Dong Yi's face. The scorching light in his eyes was something that the two of them had never seen before. It was the same light that they were looking at An Lin with.
What kind of immortal could evoke such an expression on their teacher's face?
No one had ever seen the immortal on the ninety-ninth level before as no one had ever made it to the ninety-ninth level.
However, their teacher knew of that immortal's identity, so that immortal had to have some sort of connection with their teacher. The two of them couldn't help but look forward to meeting that mysterious immortal.
An Lin opened his eyes from his meditation and stretched his body. He held the number ninety-nine that Bai Zhong had given him and stepped onto a territory that no one had ever set foot in before.
He didn't know that his audience had already swelled to over ten thousand people. Not only were there students, but there were also teachers …
"Creak …"
The door opened, and An Lin stood rooted to the spot with a dumbstruck expression.
He saw an opponent that was completely beyond his expectations.
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