The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 17

The night was unnaturally still, the moon casting long, pale shadows over the secluded forest path that led from the Outer Court training grounds back toward Xiao Lin’s private courtyard. A faint mist clung to the trees, wrapping around their ancient trunks like silent sentinels watching over the darkness.

It was a night like any other.

And yet—it felt different.

Xiao Lin walked at an unhurried pace, his posture relaxed, his golden eyes flickering with quiet amusement as he exhaled, the cool night air filling his lungs. His body felt lighter, his steps more fluid, his Qi flowing through his veins with a density that surpassed anything he had ever known.

His breakthrough to the Sixth Level of Qi Gathering Realm was complete, but more than that—his control over his power had reached a new level. Every movement, every shift in his stance, carried with it an unshakable precision, as if his body had been forged for war itself.

The world around him seemed clearer.

He could hear the faint rustling of leaves from hundreds of meters away.

He could sense the energy signatures of nearby disciples moving within the academy walls.

He could even feel the subtle tremors in the ground—unmistakable signs that something was waiting ahead.

An ambush.

A slow smile curled at the edge of his lips.

How predictable.

Just beyond the next clearing, six figures waited in the shadows, their presence carefully hidden, their breathing controlled, their weapons gleaming faintly beneath the moonlight.

Each of them was a trained cultivator, carefully chosen from among the Outer Court’s strongest factions. All of them had the same goal.

Kill Xiao Lin before the tournament begins.

The leader of the group, a disciple wrapped in dark robes, adjusted his grip on his blade, his narrowed eyes focused on the path ahead. His Qi pulsed subtly around him, sharp and deadly.

“This is our only chance,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “If we wait until the tournament, it will be too late.”

Another disciple beside him, a muscular man with a scar across his jaw, scoffed. “The hell are we waiting for, then? We attack the moment he enters the clearing.”

“Idiot,” the leader hissed. “If we attack too soon, he might escape. We wait until he’s fully surrounded.”

The others nodded.

Then—a single step echoed in the silence.

The sound was unhurried.

Steady.

As if the person walking toward them already knew they were there.

The leader’s eyes narrowed further, his fingers tightening around his weapon.

And then, finally—Xiao Lin stepped into the clearing.

He stopped in the center of the open space, the moonlight spilling over him, his expression unreadable as his golden eyes swept across the trees.

He did not look afraid.

He did not even seem surprised.

Instead, he exhaled softly, shaking his head.

“Six people,” he mused aloud, his voice carrying through the silent night. “You should’ve brought more.”

The leader of the ambush stiffened, his grip on his sword tightening.

Xiao Lin’s gaze flickered toward him.

Then—he smiled.

“Come,” he said simply.

It was not an invitation.

It was a command.

A moment of hesitation.

Then, the leader snarled.

“Kill him!”

The forest erupted in movement.

The first attacker, the scarred disciple, lunged forward, his blade flashing as he aimed straight for Xiao Lin’s throat. A brutal, direct strike—fast, precise, meant to end the fight immediately.

He never even saw Xiao Lin move.

A blur. A gust of wind.

Then—his vision spun.

By the time he realized what had happened, he was already on the ground, his weapon clattering uselessly beside him, his arm bent at an unnatural angle.

The pain hit him a moment later.

A scream tore from his lips.

But before the others could react, Xiao Lin was already upon them.

The second attacker barely managed to raise his defenses before Xiao Lin’s fist caved in his chest armor, sending him flying backward with an ear-splitting crack.

The third disciple, realizing too late that the fight had already turned against them, tried to retreat—only for Xiao Lin to appear behind him in an instant.

A single chop to the back of the neck.

The man crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Impossible—!”

The remaining three attackers hesitated, their faces pale, their confidence shattered beyond repair.

This wasn’t a battle.

This was slaughter.

“You fools never stood a chance,” Xiao Lin said, his voice almost bored.

His hand blurred.

A blast of Qi rippled outward, an invisible force slamming into the remaining enemies, sending them crashing into the trees with devastating force.

It was over.

Xiao Lin exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “That was disappointing.”

A hundred meters away, perched on the high branches of an ancient tree, two figures watched in silence.

One, an Inner Court disciple, his robes marked with golden embroidery, his arms crossed as he observed the scene with quiet amusement.

The other, an older man, his presence almost imperceptible, his face hidden beneath the folds of a deep hood.

The Inner Court disciple smirked. “Did you see that? He didn’t even try.”

The older figure remained silent for a long moment.

Then—

“He’s beyond them now.”

The disciple’s smirk widened. “That much is obvious. The question is—how much further will he go?”

A pause.

Then—

“Should we intervene?”

The older man shook his head. “Not yet. Let him climb. Let him reach the Inner Court. Only then will we see if he is truly worth watching.”

The disciple exhaled. “The tournament is going to be fun.”

A soft chuckle.

Then, they vanished into the night.

Xiao Lin stood in the aftermath of the failed ambush, his golden eyes still sharp, still unreadable.

He had expected this.

He had known they would try.

And yet—he still felt disappointed.

The Outer Court was beneath him now.

And soon, the Inner Court would be as well.

The tournament was coming.

And when it was over—

Azure Dragon Academy would never forget his name again.