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Chapter 158 Your master is a cultivator, right?

Although Dugu Yun had a great physique, a strong body, and well-defined muscles, it couldn't change the fact that his naked streaking and genital-walking was an eyesore.

I've seen plenty of experts, but Dugu Yun is unique in that he runs around naked like this. He tears off his clothes when he gets excited, when he's furious, or when he's so excited he forgets himself. He's one of a kind in the entire Yulan Continent.

Dugu Xun stood on the high platform of the palace, his lips twitching incessantly.

Dugu Xun was only a little over 1,300 years old, and Dugu Yun hadn't run naked in front of him that many times. After all, Dugu Yun had almost no rivals on the Miro Continent, and no one could make him so angry that his clothes would burst off. At most, he would burst off a few times when he was happy, and that was always in his child form.

Dugu Xun thought his grandfather was only so unrestrained in front of his own family, but he never expected that with so many people watching, he would actually dare to run naked.

If it were in the form of a young child, that would be one thing, but it's in the form of an adult doing this kind of thing.

He felt extremely ashamed.

Both Dugu Xun and Dugu Yeli felt ashamed.

Dugu Yun's face was exactly the same as theirs, and even their figures were almost identical. Dugu Yun's naked walk around was as if he himself was naked and being watched by others.

The Heavenly Sound Empire is renowned for its music, dance, and refined tastes. For them to engage in such a public act of streaking is tantamount to rubbing salt into the wound of Dugu Yeli's rationality. He thought that after more than five million years, this wretched creature should have grown and matured by now.

Maturity and progress? That's nonexistent!!

With veins throbbing on his forehead, Dugu Yeli appeared in front of Dugu Yun in a flash and sent him flying with a single palm strike. Dugu Yun's attack caused a huge bang, smashing through a palace dozens of miles away.

The palace had barely collapsed when Dugu Yeli reached out and grabbed it, and as if time had reversed, the collapsed palace was reassembled and restored to its original state. Dugu Yeli then pointed a finger from afar, and heavy protective barriers formed, enveloping the palace.

From inside the palace came Dugu Yun's cursing voice:

"You old bastard, let me out!!"

Dugu Yun's cursing was deafening, but Dugu Yeli threw another layer of restriction, and then all the sound stopped. He didn't care if Dugu Yun went crazy inside.

On the high platform, Dugu Xun was still in shock. After a long while, he turned to the Left Prime Minister standing beside him and asked, "Prime Minister, was my grandfather like this before?"

The Left Chancellor laughed and said:

"Your Highness, this is a minor matter."

Dugu Xun: "..."

Dugu Xun couldn't help but wonder what earth-shattering things his grandfather had done in the past.

Suddenly, Dugu Yeli appeared in front of him from the sky. Dugu Xun looked at his great-grandfather and sighed, "Great-grandfather, you've really had a tough time."

Dugu Yeli had unspeakable suffering in his heart. Countless times in the dead of night, he asked himself how he could have given birth to such a wicked child. Of course, he couldn't look for the problem in himself, so it must be the fault of the child's mother.

However, both the eldest and second sons were born to him and his first wife. The eldest son is such a normal person, so why is the second son like this? They were raised in the same way, so where did things go wrong?

He was so afraid that his great-grandson, Dugu Xun, would inherit the wicked boy's personality. Thankfully, thankfully, his great-grandson didn't have a trace of the wicked boy's traits. Heaven was still looking out for him; this great-grandson was incredibly talented, and his personality and appearance resembled his own. He hadn't been corrupted by the wicked boy. That was wonderful.

Dugu Yeli patted his great-grandson on the shoulder: "With you, your great-grandfather is very gratified."

For the civil and military officials of the Tianyin Empire, having a grandson who had reached the Spirit Venerable realm at just over a thousand years old was an extremely exciting thing. However, the thought that the grandson had a personality like that of the Prince of Yan made them shudder. Fortunately, the grandson was perfectly normal.

The thought of letting the Prince of Yan succeed to the throne is a nightmare.

It would be excellent to let the Crown Prince succeed to the throne.

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A hidden space somewhere in the Temple of the Sun.

On the massive, suspended platform, Jiang Huan, clad in a golden robe, stood five steps apart from Gu Yan, who was dressed in white. Jiang Huan smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the Tai'a sword appeared in his grasp. He flashed in front of Jiang Huan, and the Tai'a sword slashed towards him.

The sword energy of the Tai'a sword surged and pierced through the void.

Jiang Huan's figure flashed and he was no longer in the same spot. As Gu Yan swung her sword, countless sword shadows appeared above her head, and streaks of sword energy transformed into flying swords that shot towards Jiang Huan. However, before these flying swords could even get within five zhang of Jiang Huan, they were shattered by the golden light emanating from his body.

Gu Yan swung his sword again, and the images of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements appeared behind him. The power of heaven and earth was vast, and it all poured into the Tai'a Sword. The sword energy borrowed the power of heaven and earth and attacked Jiang Huan again.

An endless burst of dazzling sword light erupted, and Jiang Huan laughed and shouted "Good!" Then, with a flick of his finger, he dispersed all the sword energy.

Gu Yan's figure multiplied into countless forms, tens of thousands of Gu Yan simultaneously attacking Jiang Huan. This attack was not an ordinary gang attack; each Gu Yan used the Heavenly Gang Step to collectively set up a sword formation. Each Gu Yan's attack followed a certain ingenious rule, under which even those trapped in the sword formation, even if their cultivation level was higher, would find it difficult to resist for a short time.

However, Jiang Huan's cultivation level was far higher than his, so the sword formation naturally couldn't do anything to Jiang Huan, but it had already amazed him.

A burst of golden light erupted from Jiang Huan's body, and a gigantic sun appeared behind him. This sun was hundreds of feet tall, burning fiercely, as if it could incinerate everything. The golden rays shot out from the giant sun shattered every one of Gu Yan's clones, leaving only Gu Yan's true body holding the Tai'a Sword, hovering in the void.

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment. Wind and Thunder Wings appeared behind him, and his whole body was surrounded by Purple Heaven Divine Thunder. The Tai'a Sword hovered in front of him. He pointed his finger, and the Tai'a Sword once again burst out with terrifying sword energy, turning the surrounding area into a sword domain. Tens of millions of flying swords filled the entire world, trapping Jiang Huan in the sword domain.

Jiang Huan smiled, and the phantom of a golden crow appeared in the giant sun behind him. In an instant, the sun's rays engulfed the heavens and earth...

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Several hours later.

Jiang Huan hovered in the sky, while Gu Yan, panting, knelt on one knee, supporting herself with the Tai'a sword. Jiang Huan slowly descended from the sky, smiling as he helped Gu Yan up.

"Very good, very good. You truly are my good grandson. Among those of the same cultivation level, none can rival you. Let me see your sword."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yan presented the Tai'a sword to Jiang Huan with both hands.

Jiang Huan took the Tai'a Sword and carefully examined the inscriptions on its blade. After a long while, he said, "It's a celestial treasure. Your master must be a cultivator."

Gu Yan was shocked.

This was the first time since his reincarnation that he had heard of cultivators from someone else.