BTTH : Emperor Yang

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After the trip to the Ancient Wasteland Region, Wei Yang and the others entered a rather peaceful period.

Peaceful, yet busy.

All of them were seizing every moment to quietly improve their own strength. Their harvest from the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree was enormous, but such gains also required a huge amount of time to digest, only then could they be converted into one’s own power.

Xian’er and Qing Lin were both charging toward the Ban Sheng stage. Among them, Xian’er relied on poison and Bodhisattva Pills. Qing Lin, on the other hand, depended on absorbing the Rank 9 Ancient Heaven Serpent Magic Core within her body.

Ah Da, after devouring the souls of many powerful Hun Clan experts, had smoothly reached the critical stage of Half-Step Heaven Realm in his soul cultivation.

After that, he devoted all his attention to his Dou Qi, working hard to complete the Nine Changes of Dou Qi so that he could reach the peak of the Nine-Change as quickly as possible.

Then, by taking a Bodhisattva Pill, he could break through to Ban Sheng in one go. With his soul realm reaching Half-Step Heavenly Realm, Ban Sheng had already opened half a door for Ah Da.

Xiong Zhan, after becoming the Ultimate Dragon Bear, saw his potential increase sharply. With massive resources and the help of high-quality Pill Lightning, his growth was not slow. He had already reached peak Nine-Star and was preparing to enter the Nine Changes stage.

As for Du Jiao, after devouring many powerful corpses, his realm also reached the peak of Nine-Star Dou Zun. With his extremely tough body and brute strength, his combat power wasn’t weaker than an ordinary One-Change Dou Zun. But... this was already his limit.

The defect in his soul doomed him to never touch the Nine Changes stage. This servant who had followed Wei Yang since the Jia Ma Empire era, who was once an important helper in the early days, was now gradually becoming a secondary figure.

But there was no helping it. Even Wei Yang had no way to resolve a defect in the soul. A Gold-Grade Soul Baby Fruit might help, but aside from the fact that he didn’t have one—whether it was worth it was another question entirely.

Besides, with Ah Da and Xiong Zhan around now, Du Jiao naturally wasn’t so important anymore. As for Wei Yang himself, he had devoted most of his attention to becoming a Tier 9 Alchemist.

Xiao Yan wasn’t falling behind either. He had also gone into seclusion to refine the Bodhisattva Pill and the Bodhisattva Heart. Medusa...

In short, everyone was squeezing out every bit of time to improve their strength, trying to digest all the gains from the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree as fast as possible.

Time slowly flowed by.

Spring passed, autumn came.

In the blink of an eye, two years had gone by. In the area behind Falling Star Pavilion, many of the small paths had become overgrown with lush wild grass. The stone slabs were covered with green moss.

A single glance told one that this place had seen little activity recently.

During these two years, this area had become forbidden territory within Falling Star Pavilion. Apart from a handful of people, even the elders of the Pavilion were forbidden from entering unless given explicit permission.

Falling Star Pavilion itself had also been quite peaceful over these two years.

The Hun Clan had not attacked. Obviously, they knew that destroying Falling Star Pavilion with ordinary forces was impossible now. They would need at least three or four Dou Shengs for that to be feasible.

Falling Star Pavilion had gradually grown into a notable power. It wasn’t a colossal force yet, but it was no longer easy to deal with. Under such circumstances, the Hun Clan clearly had no intention of focusing attention here.

This was undoubtedly the greatest mistake the Hun Clan ever made, and also the biggest error in Hun Tiandi’s life. They had given Wei Yang and Xiao Yan ample time to grow.

This mistake... could never be corrected again.

Central Plains had also been quite turbulent over the past two years. Aside from the fallout caused by the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree, other events had also taken place.

For example, when news spread from within Falling Star Pavilion that Nine-Colored Pill Lightning had appeared—and not just once—many powerful experts at the peak of Nine-Change Dou Zun who were usually extremely low-profile could no longer hold back.

They flocked to Falling Star Pavilion, willing to join the Pavilion in exchange for a Bodhisattva Pill. After all, rumors that Wei Yang possessed many Bodhisattva Seeds had long spread far and wide.

Now that Nine-Colored Pill Clouds had appeared repeatedly over the back mountain of Falling Star Pavilion, what else could it be but the legendary Bodhisattva Pill being refined?

This made countless people green with envy. If not for the two Dou Shengs and one Ban Sheng seated within Falling Star Pavilion, many strong experts would have attempted to seize them by force.

Since robbery wasn’t an option, the only choice left was to join. For those stuck at peak Nine-Changes, the temptation of a Bodhisattva Pill was simply too great. They were willing to trade away years of freedom just to obtain one.

However... they were willing to sell themselves, but Falling Star Pavilion was not willing to accept them.

Falling Star Pavilion had no intention of taking in these experts who came purely for pills. Joking aside, with Falling Star Pavilion’s current strength, it hardly lacks a few peak Dou Zun experts.

With Bodhisattva Pills in hand, why would they need outsiders at all? They could just cultivate their own powerhouses. Why bother raising people who aren’t their own? Trust isn’t something that forms overnight.

Even if they accepted those experts who came knocking, they couldn’t possibly hand out treasures like Bodhisattva Pills the moment they joined. Only after huge contributions or long-term observation would such a reward even be considered.

By the time that happens, Falling Star Pavilion would probably have already cultivated a few peak Dou Zun experts of its own. After all, people like Feng Zun Zhe, Tian Huo Zun Zhe, and Tie Jian Zun Zhe were absolutely worth investing resources in. They were true insiders.

So there was no need to waste time entertaining those outsiders. As a result, the experts who came seeking fame had no choice but to leave disappointed. Of course, a few left harboring resentment, but so what?

No matter how bitter they felt, they didn’t dare tug on Falling Star Pavilion’s tiger whiskers. After all, aside from the publicly acknowledged Dou Sheng, Saint Yao, Falling Star Pavilion still had the monstrous Wei Yang.

Even without confirmation, many suspected he was very likely a Dou Sheng as well. There was also the Ban Sheng Xiao Yan. That master-disciple trio was not to be provoked. Fortunately, Yao Lao wasn’t completely ruthless. He left them a bit of hope.

He released a hint, saying that at an appropriate time Falling Star Pavilion would take out at least one or two Bodhisattva Pills, either for auction or trade. This served to calm those peak Dou Zun old monsters just enough to prevent them from snapping and doing something desperate.

Falling Star Pavilion wasn’t afraid of them, but it didn’t want to spend every day guarding against needless trouble.

After all, the saying goes: you’re not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves thinking about stealing. How could Falling Star Pavilion guard against them for a thousand days?

Giving them a little hope was simply to prevent those long-stagnant old freaks from going insane, or secretly gathering together to plot something.

One hot-headed moment and they might raise their arms and shout: ”Are nobles born to rule?! Brothers, follow me! Let’s rob them!”

So they couldn’t push them too far. These people needed hope.

As for whether Falling Star Pavilion would actually take out one or two Bodhisattva Pills, whether they’d auction or trade them, and when exactly they’d appear—that was all still up in the air.

But at least they hadn’t shut the door completely. As long as a sliver of hope remained, most of those old monsters wouldn’t take the risk of walking the path of no return. Their lives belonged to themselves.

They would instead work hard to find treasures and build up their wealth, preparing themselves so that when Falling Star Pavilion finally brought out the Bodhisattva Pills, they could strike with red eyes and clenched fists.

For these old monsters, time was probably the least valuable thing they had. They possessed all the patience in the world. Waiting ten or eight years for a Bodhisattva Pill meant nothing.

In fact, with this tiny bit of hope dangling in front of them, they would even start guarding against each other, viewing everyone else as competition. They might even sabotage one another in secret.

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