Chapter 1886: Fierce Fan Xiaoxu (Part 2)

"That movement technique..."

Mi Xuan and the others all narrowed their eyes.

They could easily see that the person before them had only used the power of the Saint Realm Ninth Layer, yet with a single flicker, even a Great Saint First Layer could hardly catch up—such speed was astonishing.

Zhong Qing was not too surprised that his strike missed.

At the same level, even Fan Xiaofeng and Fan Xiaoxing could not defeat him; it was not strange that the one who had instructed them could dodge. He exhaled a turbid breath, stamped his foot, and followed closely like a shadow, raising his palm to match his movements, fluttering wildly like a blizzard, trapping the bewildered Fan Xiaoxu in the midst, unable to escape.

Mi Xuan's expression turned grave: "It's Grand Scholar Zhong Qing's unique technique, 'Heavy Snow Blanketing the Sky'... Not to mention at the same level, even if suppressed to the Saint Realm Second Layer, one cannot resist!"

He excelled in strength, using brute force to overcome ten techniques; the martial skills he practiced were all very simple. The move before him was too dazzling and complex—one glance made him dizzy. If it were him, he would only flee and evade, with no way to resist.

The others nodded in agreement, frowning as if pondering a way to counter it, but soon all shook their heads helplessly.

Unless one's cultivation surpassed the opponent, otherwise... there was no solution!

They all looked in unison at the young man across from them, who was only at the Saint Realm Ninth Layer. He too looked bewildered, unsure what to do, whether to flee or admit defeat. Suddenly, his body trembled as if remembering something, and he stamped hard, stepping into the snowflakes.

Though he plunged into the heavy snow, not a single flake clung to him. The next moment, his fingers flipped and pressed down.

The snowflakes were instantly drawn, forming a huge snowball.

Bang!

Zhong Qing flew backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

In one move... he was defeated!

"This..."

The surrounding grand scholars all twitched their brows, utterly stunned.

As super-strong experts of the Grand Scholar Hall, suppressing their cultivation, even fighting a new student at a higher level, they were easily defeated... How did this guy manage it?

The opponent's moves, in everyone's eyes, seemed ordinary, yet each strike pointed directly to the Great Dao. Even if they tried to defend, they could not...

How could such formidable martial arts exist in the world... Who taught this Fan Xiaoxu?

Not only were they shocked, but Fan Xiaoxu also looked at his own hand in disbelief.

By the mountain peak, he had been called away, then fell unconscious. When he woke up, he was here.

Just now, he felt that Zhong Qing's sudden attack was unreasonable, and he surely could not withstand it, but suddenly he sensed a piece of memory appearing in his mind.

A memory of combat techniques.

Using the content within, he easily defeated Zhong Qing, who was a level higher.

"I am Zhang Xuan. I borrowed your body to handle some matters. This memory is compensation. Do not divulge it."

Just as he was puzzled, a faint voice sounded in his mind.

It was left by the one who had knocked him out earlier.

"Zhang Xuan? Could it be... an Ancient Sage?"

His heart shook.

To leave a memory in his mind without any damage... no one but an Ancient Sage could do it!

Even the Ancient Sage of their own clan could not do it. It could be said that this person's strength ranked among the peak of Ancient Sages.

Such a person could annihilate him with a single thought, but did not do so and even gave benefits... This indicated that he meant no harm. Thus, although he suspected the other's purpose for entering the Grand Scholar Hall, there was no need to speak of it.

Matters of Ancient Sages were for Ancient Sages to handle. As a mere Saint Realm Ninth Layer, even if he spoke, no one would believe him.

Having fully digested the memory left by the other, Fan Xiaoxu, filled with joy, looked again at the crowd: "Anyone else want to test my cultivation? Come on! If you're not reassured... you can all come at once!"

With these combat techniques, and having just tested them without error, his battle intent surged. He wanted to see how much he had improved.

Seeing a new student so arrogant, Mi Xuan and the others exchanged glances, each suppressing their cultivation, and surrounded him in unison.

After thirty-some breaths, all the grand scholars lay on the ground.

Looking at his own hands, Fan Xiaoxu's eyes reddened with excitement.

His talent and strength were only average among the many youths of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Under normal circumstances, he would have difficulty passing this assessment. Unexpectedly, he had gained the favor of an Ancient Sage, who imparted combat techniques, allowing him to grind a group of grand scholars into the ground!

Such an achievement was something he had never dared to imagine before.

If casually receiving a memory was this powerful, just how strong was this Ancient Sage?

"Which Ancient Sage is Zhang Xuan?"

His mind wandered with admiration.

Among the Hundred Schools of Thought, there was no one surnamed Zhang. Of course, he was not sure if the name was real; he only knew that learning the other's skills meant accepting his kindness.

"From now on, you are my teacher for life, never to change..."

He made a silent decision.

...

Whoosh!

A figure walked slowly forward in the Grand Scholar Hall. Though clearly among the crowd, no one noticed him, as if the surrounding space was distorted, and light could not reach him.

It was Zhang Xuan, who had entered the Grand Scholar Hall.

His goal was to enter here silently. Now that he had arrived, there was no need to continue disguising himself.

Thus, not far in, he released the real Fan Xiaoxu. Fearing that his previous actions might be exposed, he specially left a memory.

Having obtained the complete inheritance of the Soul Witch, implanting a memory without harming the host was easy for him.

As for how many people the latter could defeat with this memory and what combat power he would ultimately have, he did not bother to care.

This kind of infusion teaching, though able to greatly increase combat power in a short time, was still not as solid as the countless actual battles experienced by Fan Xiaofeng and others.

That is, in the short term, Fan Xiaoxu might surpass the two, but over time, they would likely surpass him and grow stronger.

Of course, by then, he might have already probed the secrets of Confucius and left this place.

Putting aside this matter, he continued forward, circling the city-like buildings of the Grand Scholar Hall, and his eyes fell upon a tall room.

"The Sage's Ancestral Hall... If there is a secret, it should be here."

He raised an eyebrow.

Before him was a special building not found in the Master Teacher Hall: the Sage's Ancestral Hall.

Inside, only Confucius's belongings and statue were displayed for worship.

If there was any secret to investigate, it should be here.

Understanding this, Zhang Xuan took a deep breath and walked slowly toward the ancestral hall.

Buzz!

Before he even reached it, a beam of light fell, as if a formation had detected the secret of spatial sealing and found him hidden in the void.

Rumble!

Then, a giant hand tore through space and grabbed at him. Before it arrived, space kept collapsing, and the whole world seemed about to explode.