Eternal Sacred King

Beiming Town.

"Sister, don't worry. I'm still at early-stage Golden Core but I've awakened my Golden Core phenomenon. I'll definitely shock everyone at this aristocratic family competition!"

Beiming Ao said confidently.

Cultivation was not easy. Two years ago, Beiming Ao was already at the early-stage Golden Core and had even condensed a Golden Core phenomenon.

However, he still could not break through within two years.

Beiming Xue smiled gently and helped Beiming Ao tidy his collar before reminding, "Little brother, don't underestimate any enemies during the aristocratic family competition. You must be extremely careful and prioritize your safety."

In three years, Beiming Ao had already grown into a 15-year-old youth and was almost as tall as Beiming Xue.

Beiming Xue was already 18 years old and had grown increasingly elegant.

"Sister, don't worry."

Beiming Ao raised his fist and said in a deep voice, "Given my combat strength, I can escape unscathed even if I can't defeat the other party!"

Pausing for a moment, a ruthless glint flashed through his eyes as he continued, "Sister, don't worry. I'll definitely look for Dongfang Zhi and take revenge for you!"

"There's no need,"

Beiming Xue shook her head. "I'll deal with this matter myself."

Beiming Ao was stunned.

He did not understand how his sister who was already a cripple with a shattered Golden Core could handle this matter on her own.

In the past three years, he spent almost all his time in the main hall of the clan, cultivating with many of his peers in the town and had not returned.

Naturally, there were many changes to his body after three years.

The strangest thing was that Beiming Ao could vaguely sense that his sister seemed to have changed as well in an indescribable manner.

"Sister, the aristocratic family competition is in three days. I have to make a trip to the ancestral hall because the old clan leader has something to remind us about."

Beiming Ao stood up and bid farewell.

"Go on,"

Beiming Xue nodded slightly and smiled.

Beiming Ao turned to leave.

After leaving, he even glanced at Su Zimo who was not far away and harrumphed coldly.

For the past three years, Su Zimo had not left.

Beiming Ao's attitude towards him changed slightly as well.

At the very least, he was not as hostile as he was initially.

"Mr. Su, aren't your injuries better yet?"

Beiming Xue came before Su Zimo and asked in concern.

Over the years, her cultivation grew and she became more energetic with a exuberant blood qi.

However, Su Zimo looked the same the entire time. His face was withered and yellow without any improvement. Beiming Xue was worried as well.

Su Zimo smiled helplessly.

The power of the Life Severing Curse was extremely difficult to deal with and he could not remove it for the past three years.

There was indeed a reason why the Witch race was ranked among the Primordial Nine Races!

"There are many spirit items in the world. Are there any treasures that can cure you?" Beiming Xue asked again.

"I probably need the primordial divine spring," Su Zimo replied casually.

"Primordial divine spring?"

Beiming Xue had a dazed expression—she had never heard of the term before.

Su Zimo smiled. He had only mentioned it casually and naturally did not hope to obtain any news from Beiming Xue.

A moment later, she lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Mr. Su, sorry to disappoint you. I still haven't cultivated to the final transformation."

Su Zimo smiled and his gaze softened.

"You've already done well in your cultivation,"

Su Zimo nodded.

Beiming Xue was stunned and surprised.

For the past three years, Su Zimo had been extremely strict to her and had never praised her as such.

Su Zimo said, "I was indeed not wrong about you being able to cultivate to the Eighth Transformation of the Martial Dao in three years. It's extremely difficult to cultivate to the final transformation of the Martial Dao. You might need some opportunities or pressure. It's not your fault."

Right now, Beiming Xue had already cultivated to the Eighth Transformation of the Martial Dao, Indestructible Diamond!

Su Zimo said, "Even without cultivating the final transformation of the Martial Dao, your current combat strength is enough."

Beiming Xue clenched her fists and looked at her hands.

Up till this point of her cultivation, she had yet to fight against true paragons of the Golden Core realm.

Therefore, she did not know what level her combat strength could reach.

There was no Golden Core phenomenon when one cultivated the Martial Dao.

Could she really fight against many ancient phenomenons with her physical body alone?

A moment later, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Su Zimo with a conflicted expression.

After three years of interaction, no matter how foolish she was, she could guess that Su Zimo had an extraordinary background—he was definitely a cultivator!

Otherwise, how could an ordinary mortal have such a deep understanding of the Martial Dao?!

Furthermore, Beiming Xue was very smart.

She vaguely guessed that Mr. Su's identity might be special and it was inconvenient to expose him.

That was the reason why she did not press him for the past three years.

However, she decided to do something today.

"Mr. Su, I was reborn three years ago because of your guidance,"

Beiming Xue's gaze was resolute as she knelt down slowly and raised her head. "I'm not an ungrateful person. If you don't mind, I'm willing to acknowledge you as my master and never abandon or betray you for life! If I violate this oath, the heavens and all mankind shall…"

Su Zimo shook his head gently and extended his palm, pressing it against Beiming Xue's forehead to break her vow.

"Actually, I did intend to take you in as a disciple when I imparted you the Martial Dao,"

Su Zimo replied, "However, my identity is special. As my disciple, you will have to endure unimaginable dangers and calamities!"

"That's the reason why I haven't mentioned this matter for the past three years."

Beiming Xue was fearless. "I'm not afraid! I'm even worried that my status as a Beiming clansman might even implicate you."

"Implicate me?"

Su Zimo could not help but laugh.

As a Beiming aristocratic family clansman, the worst possible outcome would be to face the three aristocratic families.

However, what sort of enemies were he facing?

Su Zimo said, "How about this? I'll tell you my identity. Whether or not you want to acknowledge me as your master is up to you."

"Master, no matter who you are, I won't regret it!"

Beiming Xue did not say anything more and kowtowed to Su Zimo!

"Alright!"

When Su Zimo saw Beiming Xue's decisiveness, he did not reject her further. He helped her up and said in a deep voice, "Since you've accepted me as your master, you're now my first disciple. I'll naturally do my best to ensure your safety!"

If Beiming Xue did not become Su Zimo's disciple, he would have left today.

He accompanied her here for three years and imparted the Dao to her. Although there was no master-disciple relationship, it could be considered as settling a karma.

But now that he had taken in Beiming Xue as his disciple, he could not leave casually!

At the very least, he had to accompany her to the aristocratic family competition!

Right then, Su Zimo's expression changed. As though he sensed something, he frowned and looked into the distant horizon.

Somebody was here!

Furthermore, they were hostile!

Su Zimo guessed that there was a high chance it was someone from the Nangong aristocratic family!

After all, the three Nascent Souls of the Nangong aristocratic family had died for so long. There was no way to hide it and the Nangong aristocratic family would come knocking sooner or later.

Su Zimo's expression turned cold as he said indifferently, "Beiming, stand behind me. I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

With that said, Su Zimo carried a chair and sat in the courtyard boldly with a calm expression, waiting for the Nangong aristocratic family to come knocking.

Beiming Xue stood behind Su Zimo.. For some reason, she felt a little excited.