Chapter 1702: Chapter 6: The Four Stages of the World, a Hundred Years of Intensive Training!

Zhao Xing’s Dojo and World Technique were already gradually falling behind in a competition like the Primordial Conference. If he wanted to keep going, he had to undergo a transformation.

"If you want to improve your Dojo and hone your Origin Projection of the world, I think the best way is to find a lot of different powerhouses to put real combat pressure on you." Qiao Song mused. "If you’re willing, I’ll arrange the candidates for you."

"Of course I trust you, sir." Zhao Xing expressed his thanks. "When do we start?"

Seeing how impatient Zhao Xing was, Qiao Song couldn’t help but laugh. "Hahaha, you’re in such a rush. You’ve only been out here a few days. At least send word back home to let your family and friends know you’re safe."

"I have a clone. I already reported in." Zhao Xing said.

His clone was currently on Beihai Boundary Star, celebrating with the high ministers of Great Zhou.

"Alright, since you’re working this hard, come with me then."

"Yes."

...

Man Ya Boundary Star, a Small World–type Cultivation ground.

Zhao Xing was at the center of the world, while on the Realm Wall in all eight directions there were a total of 158 light gates.

Of those, 157 light gates were closed, and only one was open.

At that open light gate stood a burly man whose muscles bulged all over, his golden body coiled about by an Azure Dragon.

"Dong, dong!"

The burly man merely tapped the doorframe lightly, and a thick wave spread through the void, shaking Zhao Xing out of hiding from the center of the world.

"Twelve seconds. One second longer than the last training. You’ve improved." The burly man said flatly. "But it’s still very average."

"With that level, you still want to get into the third round of the Primordial Conference?"

"I’ve seen a lot of geniuses. But someone whose Dojo and World Technique are this weak? This is the first time."

The burly man mocked him mercilessly, because Qiao Song had called him here with the explicit task of exerting pressure on both Zhao Xing’s mind and his Cultivation.

"Hurry up, get up and keep training!" The burly man knocked on the doorframe again.

Zhao Xing had just used his Dojo and World Technique to hide himself, and in less than twelve seconds he was shaken out again.

Right after, the entire world began to tremble, the void thrown into extreme chaos, and Zhao Xing’s task was to use his Dojo and World Technique to hide under that pressure.

"Too slow! I may be from the Martial Arts Qi Sect, but your Spell Dojo and Origin Projection are far too slow to unfold!"

...

"What the hell are you doing! This time you got shaken out one second earlier than last time. Is your brain made of wood?" the burly man roared.

...

A year later, the burly man closed the light gate and left this place.

Before leaving, he finally gave a somewhat objective assessment: "Not bad."

"Bang!" The main door shut.

Immediately another light gate opened, and out walked a Mechanical Puppet whose entire body was silver, its back bristling with planted flags.

"My name is ’Gong’. I will unleash a ’Heavenly Soldiers Dojo’ on you to train your combat consciousness."

"Now, we begin!"

...

One light gate after another opened, then closed.

The 158 light gates were 158 teachers. Each of them only stayed a few months, at most a year.

Some were Qi Sect Martial Artists, some were from the Sword Sect. There were Mechanical Masters, the Three Sects’ Minister of Agriculture, physicians, musicians, dancers.

The purpose of their coming was to put pressure on Zhao Xing and force out his potential.

Qiao Song believed that as a native who had risen through Ascension, Zhao Xing had never undergone systematic, high-intensity training.

So the 158 people Qiao Song invited were all Tao Domain Realm, and all were experienced Empire officers who had gone through countless battles.

In his previous life in the Red Star Empire, Zhao Xing had been through this kind of high-intensity Military Minister of Agriculture Officer training, but this lifetime he had missed that step. Qiao Song was now making up for it.

Of course, this still wasn’t anywhere near a complete training regimen; it was only to hone his Dojo and World Technique.

Even so, for Zhao Xing it was an enormous benefit.

...

Time passed, and more than half of the hundred-year training plan quickly went by.

The light gates were no longer opening one by one. Sometimes there would be two people, or even multiple people, combining their Dojos to exert pressure and launch attacks.

Under that level of intensity, Zhao Xing kept pushing himself higher.

"Boom!"

A Self Sect’s Minister of Agriculture in the Yin Yang Dao Domain Realm unfolded his Origin Projection, rampaging through the entire world without restraint.

"Hm?" Yang Zhuo swept through once and actually didn’t force Zhao Xing out immediately.

He instantly increased the pressure, and on the third sweep—

At the edge of the world, beneath a massive boulder, Zhao Xing’s body slowly appeared.

"Not bad." Yang Zhuo nodded. "Your World Technique Divine Skill, ’Three Realms Void’, has already managed to enter the house."

"Many thanks, Lord Yang." Zhao Xing clasped his fists.

At this moment Qiao Song also appeared beside Yang Zhuo. The latter looked at Qiao Song and said, "I don’t have anything more to teach him."

Qiao Song was a bit surprised. Yang Zhuo was a Self Sect Military Minister of Agriculture Officer with quite high combat power under the lord’s command, and yet he gave such high praise?

"Zhao Xing, come out." Qiao Song called out. "There’s only half a year left. The third round is about to begin. You need to adjust your state now and decompress."

"Yes." Zhao Xing ended this round of training and flew out.

After being ravaged by 158 Tao Domain Realm experts for a hundred years, his body and mind both needed to relax.

Over the next half year, in the place Qiao Song arranged, Zhao Xing soaked in Spiritual Energy hot springs, listened to soothing music, and went into deep sleep.

Ten days before the competition, Qiao Song gently woke Zhao Xing.

"Zhao Xing~~"

"Zhao Xing~~"

Splash~ In the hot spring, Zhao Xing opened his eyes.

"Mr. Qiao."

"Time’s up." Qiao Song spoke with a trace of expectation. "Go, Zhao Xing."

"Step over the corpses of the Red Star Empire’s geniuses, and make the powerhouses of the Red Star Empire and even the entire Xuanling Star Domain see you and know your name!"

PS: Sacrificing a seedling book here: ’Scouring the World, I Command All Divine Skills of Ten Thousand Methods’! (What a damn weird title. I suggest renaming it to ’Stingily Scouring the World’.)