After obtaining the necessary resources, Xia Feng immediately hurried back to Xingyu City.

He selected suitable Saint Level Martial Arts and Saint Level Martial Techniques for Xia Naiwen and Huang Xiaoqian respectively.

Xia Naiwen specialized in the Dao of the Great Saber, while Huang Xiaoqian specialized in Wind Element.

"These Saint Level Lower Grade Martial Arts, the Azure Dragon Dream Shattering Saber, and the Dragon Elephant Heart Technique that can be cultivated to Celestial Tier Saint Level, Father, these should be most suitable for you."

Xia Feng smiled as he handed the selected martial techniques and cultivation techniques to Xia Naiwen, also giving him a fierce great saber that occasionally roared like a dragon.

"This is the Holy Weapon of the Vice Sect Leader of Dragon Elephant Sacred Land, just one step away from breaking through to the level of Middle Grade Sacred Weapon. Take it."

Xia Naiwen held the saber in his left hand and the cultivation technique and martial techniques Xia Feng gave him in his right, grinning from ear to ear.

Huang Xiaoqian was also given a pile of items by Xia Feng.

The Holy Weapon used by the Second Elder—the Wind Spirit Folding Fan, and the Saint Level Lower Grade Martial Art—Storm Chaos Dance.

This Storm Chaos Dance is a group control skill; if cultivated to Great Success, combined with the Wind Spirit Folding Fan, it can instantly trap all enemies within range in a storm, greatly disturbing and impairing their auditory and visual senses, significantly reducing their combat power.

"Dear, we are really fortunate, we practically emptied a Sacred Land."

Huang Xiaoqian held Xia Naiwen, unable to stop smiling.

With their son's achievements, they, as parents, were extremely proud, especially since they initially fell to Xingyu City, afraid even of a Middle Grade Sect, but now, even a Middle Grade Sacred Land could be easily wiped out by Xia Feng!

With plenty of time before dark, Xia Feng took out all the remaining Holy Weapons to feed the Qingxue Sword.

The Qingxue Sword had just broken through to the Saint Weapon level, and now another dozen Holy Weapons were refined and devoured by it.

Remarkably, the sword's body now carried a faint Power of Rules, with Purple Thunder entwined, becoming a Middle Grade Sacred Weapon that did not require Xia Feng's spiritual power to wield the Purple Thunder!

At night, Xia Feng routinely pulled his parents into cultivation.

In dreams, Xia Feng comprehended the Heaven and Earth Rules while practicing the Upper Grade Saint Level Martial Art—Dragon Elephant Wisdom Palm he brought back from Dragon Elephant Sacred Land.

This was his main cultivation goal for the next ten thousand years, to improve his realm while mastering a killing technique!

An Upper Grade Saint Level Martial Art, even a Celestial Tier Saint Level master wouldn't disdain it; he didn't expect such a treasure was hidden in Dragon Elephant Sacred Land, a Middle Grade Sacred Land.

Rumor had it Dragon Elephant Sacred Land was once an Upper Grade Sacred Land, and their former Saint Master was a Celestial Tier Martial Saint who painstakingly developed the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Palm.

Unfortunately, they somehow offended an enemy, and after a great battle where most of their high-ranking members fell, they were left weak, migrating to Beizhou Qing City and becoming a Middle Grade Sacred Land.

Now, with Xia Feng's intervention, the Saint Master and Vice Saint Master perished, and their treasure vault was emptied by him. Who knows if the surviving elders on missions outside would even attempt to restore Dragon Elephant Sacred Land.

Even if they did, it would at most become a Lower Grade Sacred Land.

Xia Feng shook his head, not inclined to think about it, and focused on his cultivation.

The Supreme Technique absorbed Dragon Elephant Wisdom Palm into its pages, producing a Great Dao sound that constantly echoed in Xia Feng's ears.

A hundred years, a thousand years, five thousand years, ten thousand years.

In the outside world, three hours passed; in dreams, ten thousand years had gone by.

Opening his eyes, Xia Feng's aura had remarkably elevated!

The Upper Grade Saint Level Martial Art Dragon Elephant Wisdom Palm reached the Small Success Realm, and his own realm broke through to Celestial Tier First Layer Martial Saint!

He comprehended fourteen more Purple Thunder Rules during these ten thousand years, and now Xia Feng mastered a total of thirty-nine Heavenly Dao Rules!

More excitingly, Huang Xiaoqian's strength returned as Earth Tier Fifth Layer Martial Emperor during these ten thousand years of intensive training.

Though Xia Naiwen's realm remained at Celestial Tier Fifth Layer Martial Emperor, his aura had reached Yellow Tier First Layer Martial Saint!

With two Earth Tier Martial Emperors, they could reliably protect themselves in Xingyu City!

The burden in Xia Feng's heart finally eased.

...

Great Xia Imperial Capital, Emperor's Son's Qingxin Hall.

Xia Naiwu coldly scrutinized the two men prostrating before him.

"Emperor's Son... Your Excellency, that Xia Feng has been hiding his true strength; we originally intended to leverage Dragon Elephant Sacred Land's hands to eliminate them, but who knew he wasn't a newly ascended Martial Saint, but an Earth Tier Martial Saint!" Wang Zehao incessantly kowtowed.

"Indeed, Dragon Elephant Sacred Land sent two Yellow Tier Ninth Layer Martial Saints, supposedly a surefire plan, but intelligence errors occurred, Xia Feng's power far exceeded ours, he alone annihilated the entire Dragon Elephant Sacred Land!"

"When he attacked, we fled quickly, he likely thinks we were remnants escaping from Dragon Elephant Sacred Land, unlikely suspecting we came here..."

Ma Yihui prostrated on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, not daring to look up at Xia Naiwu.

"Earth Tier Ninth Layer Martial Saint..."

Xia Naiwu chewed over the words, rubbing his forehead, remaining silent.

For the next few minutes, the hall's atmosphere became intensely oppressive, Wang Zehao and Ma Yihui even refrained from breathing audibly, and as Martial Saint strongmen, their pants were more than half soaked.

"You are pardoned for this matter."

Xia Naiwu's voice sounded, and the pair were as if hearing a heavenly melody, finally feeling relieved.

"But as for the intelligence officer who delivered the incorrect intelligence, you are to handle it with the Longting Army and turn him into a human swine, ensuring he doesn't die within a thousand years."

"Understood... Understood!"

The two hastily clasped their fists, and seeing Xia Naiwu say no more, they scrambled out of the hall, stumbling over themselves.

"Earth Tier Ninth Layer Martial Saint, my nephew indeed accomplished something; if I recall correctly, he's only twenty-three this year, isn't he?"

Xia Naiwu slightly turned his head, speaking nonchalantly towards a dark spot on the ceiling.

"That child's cultivation speed is monstrous, even though you too possess an Innate Emperor Body, at twenty-three, you were only a Yellow Tier Martial Saint."

A low, indistinguishable voice reverberated from the darkness, both masculine and feminine.

"But a Martial Saint is still a Martial Saint. If a Middle Grade Sacred Land can't handle an Earth Tier Martial Saint, then let an Upper Grade Sacred Land do it. Assign someone for this task."

Xia Naiwu casually waved his hand, "Select ten from our affiliated Sacred Lands in Beizhou, have them act quickly."

"As the Emperor's Son commands."

The void at the top of the hall gently twisted, then returned to stillness once more.

Xia Naiwu raised his head, gazing toward the ornately decorated main hall in front of the Qingxin Hall, his fingers subconsciously tapping on the imperial chair, again and again.

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