Chapter 612: An Unimaginable Opponent

Just as Bai Zhong was happily recounting An Lin’s battle to Su Qianyun, Xu Xiaolan half-knelt on the ground of the ninety-sixth level while panting heavily.

She had already defeated the Dark River Enlightened Immortal on the ninety-sixth level, but she had sustained severe injuries during the battle and was on the brink of fainting. As for why she didn’t faint, this was only because she was forcing herself to hold on in order to spectate An Lin’s battle.

“Where the hell are you, Senior Bai Zhong? Come on out!” Xu Xiaolan yelled with impatience.

However, she was greeted by a deathly silence, as if this were an empty tower.

Xu Xiaolan: “…”

She raised a finger, and a black liquid began revolving around her fingertip before transforming into different types of shapes and forms.

This was the Dark River spell technique she obtained, which was quite a high-level water-type spell technique. This was quite a good result for her, and she was in quite a good mood. She was planning to exit this level to go and spectate An Lin’s battle, only to find… that Bai Zhong was nowhere to be seen!

Thus, she stood like an idiot on level ninety-six while forcing herself to remain conscious. Her good mood had been completely flipped on its head.

After attending to Su Qianyun, Bai Zhong slapped his forehead when he recalled that there were still two more students waiting for him in the Immortal Spirit Tower.

Thankfully, he noticed quite early this time… He immediately re-entered the Immortal Spirit Tower to pick up Xu Xiaolan.

After being healed by Su Qianyun, he didn’t feel that bad even as Xu Xiaolan complained and grumbled at him. Instead, he willingly admitted his own mistakes and apologized with a sincere and genuine attitude.

Xu Xiaolan was a little confused by this type of Bai Zhong. Was this still the same annoying, rambling old man from before? This wasn’t an imposter, right?

There wasn’t much that she could say after that, so she swallowed a Blood Spirit Pill before sitting down to meditate.

Within the ninety-seventh level, frost and ice covered the entire ground. A series of sharp icy stalactites hung in the air while exuding a frosty aura, which threatened to congeal the space within the level.

A man clad in a suit of red armor with his face obscured under a red helm thrust his flaming spear forward before puncturing Liu Qianhuan’s chest.

“I still lost in the end…” Disappointment surfaced on Liu Qianhuan’s face.

“Don’t be downcast. You can proudly accept the title of the most talented student in the history of the Heavenly Court. Even Yang Jian from back in the day didn’t have potential like yours. It’s just a pity that your cultivation base has yet to be stabilized, otherwise, you would definitely be able to defeat me,” the man said in a husky voice that was brimming with appreciation while retracting his spear.

A slightly disconsolate smile appeared on Liu Qianhuan’s face. “The most talented student? You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen the battles on the levels directly above and directly below…”

The armor-clad man was slightly confused upon hearing this, but Liu Qianhuan had already closed her eyes and fainted.

Soon after that, an old man appeared by Liu Qianhuan’s side before hurriedly casting a spell technique to teleport her out of the tower.

Thus, An Lin was the only person left in the Immortal Spirit Tower.

The man who had just broken the all-time Immortal Spirit Tower record was about to challenge the final level.

The battle hadn’t even begun yet, but the news of An Lin breaking the all-time Immortal Spirit Tower record had already spread throughout the entire school.

As for how the news managed to spread, this could be attributed to the gossipy fifth-year students.

Due to the magnitude of the event, the news spread extremely quickly, and almost everyone within the school received word of this in a short time. It was exactly because of this that many students were strongly considering ditching classes to spectate the battle.

This was a battle that was undoubtedly going to go down in the history books!

This was the equivalent of a school in the mortal world holding a concert for a global superstar, but all the students had classes. What were they supposed to do?

Of course they were going to ditch classes to attend the concert!

Thus, the number of spectators outside the Immortal Spirit Tower quickly multiplied outside the Immortal Spirit Tower as An Lin meditated.

“Big Brother, the swordsmanship teacher instructed us to demonstrate our sword techniques during our next class; is it really ok for us to ditch like this?” Yao Xiu asked with an uneasy expression.

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“This is our idol’s final battle, so we can’t miss it no matter what!” Yao Mingxi replied with a resolute expression, “Besides, if the teacher asks us where we had gone, we could just say that we suddenly attained enlightenment in the dao of the sword and had to find a place in order to digest our newly-obtained sword intent.”

“Can we do that?” Yao Xiu’s eyes widened in shock as if she were getting to know her brother all over again.

“But… isn’t it too much of a coincidence that we both attained enlightenment?” She was suddenly a little worried again.

A light smile appeared on Yao Mingxi’s face. “You silly girl! After I attain enlightenment, I’ll need a sparring partner to test out my new techniques, right? You’ll be that sparring partner!”

Yao Xiu’s eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this. “Genius!”

A voice suddenly sounded beside them, “What are you guys talking about?”

“We’re talking about how to fool our teacher…” Yao Mingxi turned, and his expression congealed on his face before he even had a chance to finish his sentence.

Yao Xiu also turned to look at the man standing beside them, and her body trembled as an expression of shock and horror appeared on her face. “T-t-t… teacher?!”

That’s right, the person standing beside them was none other than the 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 wanted to come up and greet you two, but I seem to have overheard something that was not meant for me to hear.”

Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu’s legs trembled, and their brains had turned to mush, rendering them completely unable to speak.

F*ck! They were so screwed!

“I’m sorry, teacher. My sister and I will go back to class right away!” Yao Mingxi apologized hurriedly as he dragged Yao Xiu away.

“There’s no need to leave!” Sword Immortal Dong Yi waved his hand.

Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu’s features instantly paled. No need to leave? Were they going to punished right there and then?!

“I’ve already changed the class to a free period. Come spectate the battle with me; I want to see my idol in action too,” Sword Immortal Dong Yi continued.

Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu received another shock upon hearing this.

Teacher changed the Sword Dao class into a free period just to come here and spectate the battle?!

My God! Great minds do think alike!

“I didn’t know Teacher would be a fan of Senior Student An Lin as well. This is great!” Yao Mingxi was elated to find a fellow retarded superfan.

“No, An Lin is not my idol.” Sword Immortal Dong Yi shook his head.

Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu faltered upon hearing this.

“Hehe, my idol is the Senior located on the ninety-ninth level.”

A longing expression appeared on Sword Immortal Dong Yi’s face. The scorching light in his eyes was something Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu had never seen from their teacher’s eyes before. It was the same expression they wore when they looked at An Lin.

What kind of immortal could evoke such reverent emotions within their teacher?

No one had ever seen the immortal located on the ninety-ninth level since no one had ever reached that point.

However, their teacher seemed to know the identity of that immortal, which suggested that the immortal had considerable ties with their teacher. With this in mind, they were both getting quite excited to find out just who that immortal was.

An Lin opened his eyes from his meditative posture before stretching his body and setting foot upon unchartered territory with the ninety-ninth-level badge in his hand.

He was still oblivious to the fact that there was now an audience of tens of thousands of people who had gathered outside the tower, which included both students and teachers…

Creak…

The door creaked open, and An Lin stood rooted to the spot with a dumbstruck expression.

The opponent standing before him was the last person he would have expected to have seen here.