Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 786 - 780: The Start of the New Student Competition _1

"No!"

"If you have the 'Taoist Seed Demon Technique', why don't you cultivate it yourself?"

Suddenly, Crown Prince Ji jolted awake, the greed in his eyes vanishing, replaced by caution.

As the crown prince of a nation, he was naturally not foolish. If he were in Ning Sui Feng's shoes, he would have immediately started cultivating the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique" upon obtaining it, hiding it meticulously, terrified of anyone discovering it. As for falling into the demonic path by cultivating the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique", he wouldn't worry in the slightest, nor would he hesitate. After all, it was a cultivation technique created by the Demon Ancestor, one that could lead directly to the Dao Saint realm! The Dao Saint—peak experts of the myriad heavens and countless worlds. If the Human Clan were to produce a Dao Saint expert, they could immediately crush the All Clans.

"It's not that I don't want to cultivate, but that I am incapable of it," Ning Sui Feng explained, his face etched with bitterness. "During the time of the Demon Ancestor, there were countless innate beings, including powerful Chaos variants, whose natural talents were far superior to ours! When I obtained the cultivation technique, I tried to cultivate it but found it impossible to even circulate! By my estimation, only a prodigy of world-class talent could cultivate it! Moreover, the 'Taoist Seed Demon Technique' I obtained only has one level. Even if cultivated successfully, it can only serve as an auxiliary technique!"

He held the supreme cultivation technique in his hand, yet he was unable to cultivate it, which filled him with immense frustration.

Crown Prince Ji remained silent, his gaze profound as he stared intently at Ning Sui Feng, as if trying to see right through him.

"Hand over the cultivation technique!" Crown Prince Ji finally spoke after a moment. "I, the Crown Prince, can help you deal with the Qin Dynasty's prodigies!"

His long dark hair cascaded down, his voice like a blazing sun, imperious and supreme, unfathomably deep and elusive.

Ning Sui Feng wasted no words. From his personal storage, he retrieved a fragmented Inheritance Jade. It shimmered with demonic light and radiated an endless might, dyeing the Void black.

Glancing at the Inheritance Jade with a touch of sorrow, Ning Sui Feng handed it to Crown Prince Ji.

"By the way, where did you find this fragmented technique?" Crown Prince Ji asked curiously, fiddling with the Inheritance Jade without inspecting its contents.

"In the Land of the Divine Fall!"

Since he couldn't cultivate the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique" anyway, Ning Sui Feng held nothing back, detailing the location where he had obtained the inheritance.

A few minutes later, Ning Sui Feng left the palace, a smile on his face.

"What a pity, it's only a fragment of the technique!"

Inside the main hall, Crown Prince Ji began to inspect the Inheritance Jade, a hint of disappointment on his face.

With only one level, the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique" was of almost no help to his cultivation. Its only minor use was the ability to condense a demonic seed!

He looked at the Inheritance Jade, hesitating. Should he cultivate it? Or not?

In truth, while he hesitated, the demonic technique was already influencing him. Strands of Demonic Qi silently diffused from the Inheritance Jade, exuding a potent allure. It was as if countless malevolent hands were tugging at Crown Prince Ji's soul, dragging him into an endless abyss.

Not long after, Crown Prince Ji's facial expression started to twist, and this thought emerged: By practicing the demonic technique and condensing a demonic seed, I, the Crown Prince, can enslave Qin Wudao and take all of the Qin Dynasty's prodigies under my command!

Ultimately, he closed his eyes and began to practice the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique", condensing a black demonic imprint within his Dantian, which was already filled with a regal aura.

He, in the end, could not resist the temptation and chose to cultivate!

"Finally, someone has started cultivating!"

Just as Crown Prince Ji began to cultivate the "Taoist Seed Demon Technique", on the fourth level of the Land of the Divine Fall, an overwhelming, pure Demonic Qi surged, blanketing heaven and earth.

On a barren mountain, Luo Hou sat cross-legged. Behind him loomed a supreme demonic visage, its height immeasurable. Its head touched the Nine Heavens, its feet trod upon the Nine Nethers, and it suppressed all existence.

"Twelve levels of demonic technique! Twelve chess pieces. The Human Clan already has its player. Who, I wonder, will be the next piece?" Luo Hou opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

He looked up, gazing into the distance, his sight penetrating endless space and time, finally resting upon a mountain range.

Within the sprawling mountains lived innumerable world-shaking great yao: a Peng bird spanning ten thousand li, a divine demonic giant ape, a moon-howling avaricious wolf, a colossal tiger larger than any mountain...

At the center of the mountain range lay a seven-colored stone egg, bathed in a boundless fiery glow. Streaks of Hongmeng Dao Principles of Fire coiled around the stone egg, continuously supplying it with energy.

An supreme and terrifying pressure emanated from the stone egg, causing the great yao inhabiting the mountains to tremble with fear, an instinctive urge to submit welling up within them.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, our Tribe Lord should be born soon!" a tiger yao declared. Its limbs were robust, its claws like knives, and between its brows, a golden 'King' character pulsed, too dazzling to look at directly.

"The Tribe Lord is the offspring of the Emperor Lord and the Chaos Xuan Bird, inheriting the genius of these two innate beings. Nurtured by the Hongmeng Dao Principles of Fire for two eras, once born, their aptitude will be comparable to that of a Chaos God Demon!" another, a Dapeng, exclaimed, its eyes blazing with fervent excitement.

Chaos God Demons! Those were beings from before the creation of heaven and earth, terrifying existences capable of single-handedly wielding the Dao Principles of Hongmeng. He could almost see the moment their Tribe Lord was born, Tianming descending upon the All Clans of the Myriad Heavens, who would then reign supreme over the Nine Heavens.

However, none of them noticed a wisp of black gas silently seeping into the stone egg.

「Three days passed in the blink of an eye.」

As the first ray of morning sunlight灑落, nine resounding chimes of heavy bronze bells echoed throughout Torch Academy, scattering the clouds and shattering the purple qi.

「The newcomers' competition had begun!」

In Sleeping Dragon Mountain, all the new students opened their eyes, their expressions varied.

Some were excited, others melancholic!

The excited ones were, naturally, the powerful prodigies, ready to make a name for themselves in the 'newcomers' competition'.

Those feeling melancholic were the weaker prodigies, unable to face the 'newcomers' competition', some even considering withdrawal.

"Qin Wudao, submit!"

Crown Prince Ji, having cultivated for three days, revealed a cold sneer. With a wave of his right hand, a demonic imprint materialized, the Demonic Qi undulating from it, exuding a soul-stirring power.

Its might was undeniable!

"Battle!"

In a certain palace, a burly man roared, gripping two heavy axes as he strode out.

Under the morning sun, the crisscrossing scars on his body glowed with a bloody light. With each step, they seemed to form an image of primeval ferocity.

He was from the Wilderness, named Ba Tu!

Obeying his master's command, he was to carve out a destiny in the Nine Heavens, lest he be thrown back into the primitive forest to continue a life of savagery.

Among the countless prodigies, who can withstand my sword?

On an ancient tree stood a swordsman in white. With a tap of his foot, he transformed into a streak of sword light, traversing Changkong.

The swordsman in white, Duan Jianghe!

"The Polaris Star belongs to me!"

At the foot of a mountain, a young man murmured, his hands clasped behind his back. He walked at an unhurried pace, yet each step covered several miles.

The art of shrinking the earth to an inch!

This man was none other than Song Tianming, grandson of the Song Clan's Grand Elder from the Fourth Heaven!

Outside the bamboo forest.

"Let's set off!" Qin Wudao said with a smile, emerging from his palace and looking at the assembled prodigies of the Qin Dynasty.