Chapter 116: The Crimson Thunder Messenger

“Someone’s still there!” The melodious voice echoed around, instantly stirring shocked murmurs among the crowd. Everyone was speculating about who could possibly still be lingering in the pool, which of the four academies this person belonged to, and how their presence might decisively tip the scales in the competition.

It was well known that no weakling remained in the pool now; even the lowest had reached the peak of the fourth level, ready to break through to the fifth at any moment. The strongest had already approached halfway to the seventh level and was on the verge of breaking through. If the last person to emerge was even stronger, that would mean they had reached the seventh level.

The seventh level—the youngest ever recorded in history was Qilu, who had broken through at the age of fourteen. The Fallen Academy typically admitted students around ten years old. The last person now emerging was at most twelve. If they truly reached the seventh level, it would shatter all records.

“Do you know who it is?” Elias’s voice cut through the noise, drawing the students into silence. All eyes turned again to that slender, graceful figure, waiting to hear that enchanting voice.

Harold and Chelsea, standing before the crowd, exchanged glances as if sharing a secret. A flicker of inexplicable worry passed through their eyes. If the person emerging wasn’t the one they feared, all would be well. If it was, then trouble was certain.

Their eyes met briefly but without any spark, silently and subtly. Yet this moment was perfectly captured by Karl, who had been deep in thought. He blinked in surprise, his expression growing more puzzled, as heavier questions weighed on his mind.

“What exactly happened between those two... could it be—”

Suddenly, an incredible thought flashed through Karl’s mind, sending a chill down his spine. He quickly tried to banish the cursed notion, shifting his gaze to Keer to distract himself. But the thought clung stubbornly like a demon.

“If I’m not mistaken, that person should be Wang Luo, who transferred from the Southern Academy to the Northern Academy!”

“Wang Luo?!” Upon hearing this, Elias muttered softly, recalling the words of that deadbeat Gedda. Though he knew Gedda had deliberately mentioned this name to draw attention to Wang Luo, Elias couldn’t help but feel a growing curiosity. He was eager to see this person for himself, and never expected that the last to emerge would be him. Elias’s interest in Wang Luo deepened.

The name Wang Luo was instantly etched into the minds of all within the inner academy. Each harbored secret ambitions, eager to learn what Wang Luo had obtained within the Qilu Realm—a place left behind by Qilu himself.

“If I don’t corner you with no way out, you’d never cooperate with me. Everyone now covets the treasure left by Qilu. Once you leave the Tianxuan Academy, countless will hunt you down. Without cooperating with me, you won’t break through to the seventh level, and your chances of survival will be even slimmer!”

Watching the crowd’s reactions, Keer’s eyes gleamed with calculation as he silently stared at the empty patch of ground, awaiting Wang Luo’s arrival.

Crash—

As if sensing Keer’s thoughts, the sound of shattering glass echoed. Amidst a blaze of white light, one figure after another flickered into existence, faces etched with fear yet tinged with relief appearing in the crowd’s view...

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Within the Qilu Realm, a milky-white orb of liquid floated above the empty pool, slowly swirling. A potent spiritual force emanated from the sphere, as if incubating something mysterious.

Beneath the orb stood the prodigious and striking Qilu, bare-chested and gazing at the sphere with a gentle smile playing on his lips. His eyes shimmered with an inscrutable light.

“Since discovering the secrets of this world, this plan has been in motion for countless millennia. Some broke under the pressure and fought recklessly, achieving nothing. Some surrendered, becoming mere pawns. Others have quietly continued the scheme, waiting for the final eruption.”

“Wang Luo... another seed. I wonder which path you will choose in the end. It seems you have no real choice. If you don’t rebel, though your soul has merged with the Taiji and is immortal, I have countless ways to make you suffer!”

A cold gleam flashed briefly in Qilu’s eyes. Just then, the milky orb above began to churn violently, surging wildly. Streaks of red lightning flickered intermittently, as if hesitating whether to descend.

“Hmph, a mere fledgling Thunder Tribulation Red Lightning Envoy dares to act so boldly!”

Catching a glimpse of the faint crimson lightning, Qilu’s eyes flashed with lethal intent, though he refrained from attacking. With a cold snort, he waved his hand, and a transparent sphere enveloped the milky orb. The red lightning in the sky gradually faded away.

“You two little ones haven’t left yet. I’ll give you a little something; as to how far you get, that’s up to you!”

With that thought, Qilu disappeared, reappearing in the forest before a pig and a monkey wandering about.

“Eh, this pig—!”

Scanning their spirit energy, Qilu’s voice rang out with surprise. He carefully examined the fat pig, his expression turning strange as he glanced back and forth between the pig, the milky orb in the distance, and himself. An inexplicable nausea crept over him.

“Damn!”

All his thoughts boiled down to a single curse. Unable to bear it any longer, Qilu waved his hand, and the pig and monkey vanished.

At that moment, the milky orb above the pool suddenly contracted, revealing a naked figure inside. A powerful aura nearly rivaling the seventh level radiated outward.

Whoosh—

White light flashed, and the strangely expressive Qilu reappeared in place, frowning ever more deeply as he stared at the naked figure.

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Crash—

The sound of shattering glass echoed once again. The crowd’s spirits jolted simultaneously as they looked toward the flickering white light, where a figure gradually took shape.

“Ah!!!”

“Pervert!!”

“Lustful wolf!!”

“Shameless!!”

...

As the figure solidified, everyone’s breath caught. Soon, a chorus of women’s screams rang out.

Sensing the surrounding uproar, the figure—who had just appeared sitting on the ground—frowned slightly. His eyelids twitched before snapping open, his eyes flashing with a brilliant light. An aura nearing the seventh level spread out, causing everyone to pause once more.

“Hiss! Could it be seventh level?”

“No, it’s a pseudo-seventh level!”

“Pseudo-seventh level?”

...

Whispers erupted again, stirring a fierce atmosphere. The seated figure suddenly felt a chill below, glanced down, and froze in place...

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