Chapter 102: The Legend of the Divine Archer

Qingxi did not deliberately conceal the aura of his cultivation, but disciples at the Qi Refining stage found it difficult to discern his exact level. Yet, the elder from the inner sect, who stood at the peak of the early Innate stage, was different.

With keen perception, he saw through Qingxi’s true cultivation and was profoundly shocked. How could a mere sixteen-year-old youth possess such astonishing power?

Though it was known that Qingxi had been accepted as a disciple by Ouyang Changfeng and was rumored to have mastered all twelve orthodox paths, facing no bottleneck at the Qi Refining stage, even becoming a consummate Qi Refining practitioner in just a month would not surprise this elder.

But now, this was no longer the Qi Refining stage—it was the mid Innate stage!

When did the transformation from primal energy to true energy become so effortless and swift?

The elder was utterly baffled, even questioning his own existence.

He had cultivated for over a hundred years, yet his current level could not match Qingxi’s cultivation attained in merely a month. His face flushed with embarrassment.

...

Qingxi did not linger.

Mounted on the Dragon Horse, he continued to employ the Bronze Art of Supreme Mastery, “Boundless Heaven and Earth, Ten Thousand Miles Pursuit,” hastening toward a destination tens of miles away.

Before long, he arrived at a small town.

But he found it had already been reduced to ruins.

The ground was scarred with destruction wrought by extraterrestrial demons, and no living being remained.

“Damn those alien fiends!”

Qingxi clenched his fists tightly, anger blazing in his eyes.

Though he had not been in the cultivation world long, he had experienced much in this brief time—made friends, found a master, tamed a spirit beast—and gradually felt a sense of belonging.

Now, gazing upon the ravaged land, he drew a deep breath, his gaze turning icy cold.

If before his resistance to the alien demons was to gather primal essence and spatial imprints, now it was to protect this land.

“Head this way!”

Qingxi pointed in a certain direction, and the Dragon Horse immediately galloped forward.

It sensed a chilling sensation on its back, as if carrying an iceberg.

The Little Vajra Ape, however, paid no attention, sleeping soundly on the Dragon Horse’s nape.

In the night sky, meteors streaked occasionally.

They marked the arrival of new alien demons.

Among them were those with domineering auras, leaders comparable to the Spirit Strong Realm.

“Boom!”

In a mountain range, a massive meteorite fell, sending stones flying endlessly.

A ten-meter-tall Spirit Strong Realm demon emerged, wreathed in fierce flames, resembling the fiery demon Qingxi had once slain with a single sword.

“Strange, where is my foolish brother’s aura nearby… Could it be that the place where this idiot descended was wrong?”

A gem-like eye on the demon’s face revealed suspicion.

At the same time, in different parts of the Eastern Region, demons of the Spirit Strong and even Primordial Strong Realm descended.

But strangely, none could sense their leader’s aura and remained on guard.

Had they known that their Golden Strong Realm leader had “fallen before achieving success,” they would likely have fled the Eastern Region in terror.

Qingxi was unaware of these developments.

At that moment, he was leaving a city half-ruined, with survivors behind him expressing gratitude and respect.

Qingxi nodded silently, riding the Dragon Horse toward the next destination.

At the mid Innate stage, when he unleashed his Blazing Sun Arrow in full force, even those at the consummate Innate stage without mastery of defensive supreme arts could not withstand a single shot.

Most of the invading demons were mediocre in talent; it typically took over a hundred years to reach the Innate stage, and few even grasped bronze-level supreme arts, let alone the black iron level.

Thus, they could not withstand Qingxi’s assault.

“Pipi Assist, why do you think these alien demons invade the cultivation world?”

Qingxi sat atop his mount, pondering.

“Either they’re bored after a full meal or hungry and seeking food,” the system assistant offered its opinion.

Qingxi considered this and replied, “Their power is average, so it’s unlikely they’re just bored. It must be the latter... Could it be that they are here to plunder cultivation resources?”

“Very likely!” the assistant agreed.

Qingxi mulled this over, recalling novels from his past life.

“If they are plundering resources, how do they transport them back? Usually, such raids are led by someone with profound cultivation. Finding that leader is key.”

“But with your current strength, encountering such a demon could mean no escape,” the assistant’s tone grew serious.

“Well, we’ll see when we get there,” Qingxi said, shelving the bold idea and delving deeper into the night.

Before a large city of six hundred thousand, the Second Elder of the Lingyuan Sect led many disciples and over a dozen Innate cultivators of the city in resisting an alien demon squad.

The squad leader’s cultivation rivaled the fiery demon, a top-tier consummate Innate expert.

Fortunately, the Second Elder, at the peak of the late Innate stage and wielding a flawed bronze-level supreme art “Limitless Seal,” managed to hold his own against this demon leader.

Though their overall strength was comparable, after half a day’s battle, neither side gained the upper hand.

Suddenly, a volley of crimson arrows streaked through the air, toppling wave after wave of demons, stunning everyone present.

The demon squad leader was shocked, locking eyes on the figure now in sight.

“How dare you—”

Before he finished, a blazing arrow shot forth instantly.

The demon leader’s expression tensed as he raised a rocky shield to block it.

But to his horror, the arrow suddenly curved upward, then plummeted vertically from above, piercing down over his head.

Amidst stunned gazes, the consummate Innate demon squad leader collapsed with a thunderous crash.

“A curving arrow!”

“How is that possible?”

Everyone was immobilized, staring at the figure riding toward them.

“It’s him!”

Among the crowd, Wang Miao, who had just reached the twenty-second layer of Qi Refining, gaped in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes hard and realized the rider was none other than Qingxi, his nightmare.

At first, Wang Miao saw Lin Feng as a rival, but soon realized Qingxi was the true prodigy.

He swore to surpass Qingxi to earn the right to compete for the sect leader’s position.

Yet recently, hearing that Qingxi had broken through to consummate Qi Refining and impressed greatly at the Eastern Region Heroes Conference, Wang Miao felt immense pressure.

Now, he was even more panicked.

In so short a time, Qingxi could shoot curving arrows to kill a consummate Innate-level demon squad leader.

Was he even human?

Wang Miao felt bitter and nearly hopeless.

“Shhh!”

Qingxi nocked another arrow, shooting down the remaining demons, then rode to the city gate.

All eyes fixed on him, sensing his mid Innate aura, some gasping in awe.

Soon after, amidst admiration tinged with curiosity, Qingxi rode away on his half-human-height Dragon Horse.

As he swiftly rushed to aid various fronts, a legend of the Divine Archer spread like wildfire.

Everyone knew the Lingyuan Sect had produced a true prodigy.

The Divine Archer—Qingxi!

(Third update, wishing everyone a happy holiday. Please support!)