Chapter 110 The Arena

Chapter 110 The Arena

The night was cool and still, with a gentle breeze blowing.

Zangtian Peak resembles a sleeping mountain beast, its enormous body stretching for hundreds of miles. Countless wisps of air swirl within the mountain, sending chills down one's spine.

Ling Yunxiao stopped in his tracks, a chill running down his spine. He had just arrived at the entrance of Lou Yuqing's cave and was about to step inside when this sudden turn of events interrupted him.

He was certain that this was not an illusion.

Lou Yuqing turned around in confusion: "Aren't you coming in?"

Strange, he was the one who came to visit, and he was also the one who stopped at the door.

"Here it comes." Ling Yunxiao didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. He put his earlier feelings behind him and put on a smile.

After the two entered the cave.

The next moment.

Several tree branches fell to the ground with a thud, making a crisp sound in the night.

Gu Bugai stared at the closed cave entrance with a mixture of emotions. In the middle of the night, a lone man and a lone woman... these words kept challenging his nerves.

The apprentice is too young to know anything; it must have been that kid's doing. He warned the kid, but the kid just went ahead and didn't take it seriously at all. Good riddance.

Another burst of spiritual energy was unleashed, this time directly severing the tree's trunk.

Ling Yunxiao, who had no idea that he had actually been warned, did not linger for long. After chatting with Lou Yuqing for a while, he bid farewell and left the cave.

A gust of cold wind swept by, snapping him out of his romantic reverie: Cangtian Peak seemed to be the territory of the Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable...

If I remember correctly, only the Purple Cloud Immortal and his disciple Zixiao lived on Hidden Heaven Peak; there weren't even any registered disciples. Therefore, her identity was obvious.

Ling Yunxiao's expression froze.

He hadn't paid attention to where she lived before, but today he had the idea to find out. He was satisfied with the result, but the only downside was that her powerful master might not be happy to see him.

"Kid, come here right now." A sinister voice rang in my ears.

Ling Yunxiao: "..." Sure enough, they found him.

"Disciple Ling Yunxiao greets Senior Zixiao."

His refusal to address him as the Supreme Elder was his last act of defiance.

My sweetheart is from a much higher generation; it's a sad story.

Then, he felt his collar tighten. The Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable was holding him and said indifferently, "I see that you are a promising talent and wish to give you some pointers. In a moment, I will suppress my cultivation to the same level as yours. I hope you can exchange a few more blows and not disappoint my expectations."

Ling Yunxiao: "..."

Isn't this really bullying the weak?

The next day, the sky was bright and clear.

Lou Yuqing and her senior sister met at the market to prepare for another trade fair. Today, it was just the two of them. Ling Yunxiao had somehow gone offline, and there was no response from his communication jade slip.

Since the sect was safe, she didn't bother to investigate his whereabouts. Perhaps he overslept?

Ling Yunxiao, his face bruised and swollen: "..."

He was beaten more than three hundred times throughout the night, and each time he could not last more than four rounds. He was only released by the Purple Cloud Immortal after the sun came out.

"You're no good, kid. Go back and practice more. I'll come after you again. If you don't improve, it means you've slacked off in your cultivation. See how I deal with you then."

After saying these words, the Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable floated away and disappeared into the air.

Ling Yunxiao desperately wanted to deny it, but in reality, he couldn't move a single finger; he was truly beyond help.

"I will gain your approval." Just before the Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable disappeared, he endured the excruciating pain and uttered these words.

Ling Yunxiao wasn't stupid. He knew that Senior Zixiao had given him a lot of guidance. Although he was the one who was being beaten the whole time, his improvement was obvious. He went from not being able to withstand one move to being able to withstand three moves.

"He's got ambition, though."

Before leaving, Zixiao Immortal Venerable heard his call and had an idea. Then, his main body returned to his cave for seclusion, while he transformed into Gu Bugai to go out of the mountain to find his little disciple.

However, his plan was destined to fail.

"Senior Zixiao, Chengfeng has come to seek your guidance. I hope you will not hesitate to teach me." Sword Master Chengfeng blocked the way, his face darkened, and bowed to Gu Bugai.

Gu Bugai paused on his face for a moment: "Haven't you had enough of the electric shock yet?"

Even a powerful swordsman like Cheng Feng received the same treatment as Ling Yunxiao under Gu Bugai's hands—he was beaten the entire time. He even received a lightning massage, leaving his skin charred.

Sword Master Chengfeng solemnly replied, "As long as you are willing to make a move, I am confident that I can withstand more than five moves today."

Just as stubborn as that kid.

“Come on,” Gu Bugai said.

For the sake of his master.

Meanwhile, Su Zhile was looking for buyers in the market. As soon as Lou Yuqing and the other person came out of the trade fair, he immediately stopped them: "Fellow Daoist, are you interested in buying a magic artifact? It is Master Du's masterpiece."

The trade fair that Lou Yuqing attended wasn't as secretive as the one hosted by Du Fengyao. You could enter and exit from the same place. As long as Su Zhile found out the location of the trade fair, he could easily find customers by squatting at the entrance.

"Master Du?" Lou Yuqing asked, puzzled.

Su Zhile quickly said, "If you're interested, come to this place this afternoon to bid. Don't doubt its authenticity; the magic artifact has Master Du's rune mark on it, which no one else can imitate."

He slipped a piece of paper into Lou Yuqing's hand, then hurriedly turned to the others, handing out small notes as quickly as possible.

Si Nidie leaned closer to take a look, and the note read: Tian Shu Peak, Cave No. 36.

She was somewhat surprised: "The mountain I live on is not far from Tian Shu Peak. Junior Sister, do you want to participate in the trade fair, or go to Tian Shu Peak to bid for magical artifacts?"

Lou Yuqing smiled sheepishly: "I don't lack magical artifacts."

Si Nidie: "..."

That's right, my junior sister has a domineering master.

On the other side, Su Zhile, using Master Du's name, attracted many cultivators and held a small auction in his cave, selling the bowl-shaped magic artifact for 4,500 and making a fortune.

The buyer was a young cultivator. He stroked the magic artifact and put it into his storage bag. He had heard that Master Du was a famous artifact refiner, so giving it to Shuangya shouldn't be a mistake.

Two days later.

The Small World Trial has ended, and all participating disciples have been teleported to the plaza. The lists of those who have passed the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core competitions have been released, with the Wendao Sect emerging as the biggest winner.

Those who passed the test accounted for one-fifth of the total, with Song Li and Kui Houming being the top performers in their respective Golden Core zones, having killed countless demonic beasts and demonic cultivators.

Looking at the female cultivator in front of him, whose body was radiating fiery energy, Master Minghan exclaimed in admiration: "As expected of the Fire Poison Physique, Hongyan, you have taken on a fine disciple."

They once shared the same worry: they feared they would never find a disciple who suited their tastes. Who would have thought that they would find disciples who could carry on their legacy one after the other?

Just as Madam Hongyan was about to say something, Sect Leader Qingxuzi said smugly, "My daughter is naturally extraordinary."

A forced smile appeared on Song Li's stiff face.

Her feelings toward Qingxuzi were quite complex, but she knew she didn't dislike him. The figure that stood in front of her when she was on the verge of death would appear whenever the night was quiet.

When Qingxuzi saw her smile, he felt both joy and heartache, wondering when he would hear his daughter calling out to him again.

Song Li subconsciously avoided his gaze.

After being treated by the Sage of Medicine, she was able to control the fire poison at will. Once she came into contact with the fire poison, it was like a bone-deep infection, and only by cutting flesh and breaking bones could she save her life.

It was through her mastery of fire and poison that she was able to kill a large number of demonic cultivators.

The demonic cultivator killed her mother and was her lifelong enemy!

This hatred was etched deep into her bones; she would kill any demonic cultivator she encountered in her life without any leniency.

Qingxuzi sighed. His daughter's obsession was no less than his own. The pain of Wenniang's death had always weighed on his heart, never lessening in the slightest.

Hearing the congratulations from everyone, he unusually fell silent.

Meanwhile, Kui Houming, one of the top contenders, also attracted attention. The cultivators from the six sects praised him as a young prodigy, but in their hearts, they were secretly filled with envy. The entire place was filled with a sour atmosphere, and taking a breath made their teeth ache.

Suddenly, someone said, "Where is Sword Master Chengfeng? Even if the result is not ideal, we cannot run away from it."

This alludes to Chengfeng Sword Master's cowardice and fear of trouble.

The Yunxiao Sect cultivators were furious. This was utter nonsense. The Sword Master hadn't been here for two days. Looking at this troublemaker, they said, "When the Sword Master returns, we will convey your meaning to him verbatim."

The man immediately fell silent; he knew he couldn't withstand the power of the Seven Emotions Sword.

A moment later.

The first round of written tests has officially ended.

The second round of the tournament has begun with the draw.

Master Lingzhu throws out bamboo sticks representing numbers.

Lou Yuqing casually grabbed a lot, number thirty-six. She looked at Ling Yunxiao next to her, number one – the two of them had taken both the first and last lot.

The Wendao Sect has both advantages and disadvantages. Having more people means a higher probability of them clashing. Regardless of who wins, it will be a loss for the sect. Fortunately, the two of them did not collide.

"Go for it!" Lou Yuqing cheered on the boy who went on stage.

Ling Yunxiao gave her a serious look, then strode confidently onto the arena. His opponent was a swordsman disciple from the Yunxiao Sect, whose swordsmanship was superb.

"Fellow Daoist, please enlighten me!"

The two greeted each other politely, and after the referee gave the order, they attacked with lightning speed, exchanging no less than a dozen blows in a short period of time.

Ling Yunxiao remained calm, creating six shadow clones that attacked his opponent from all directions, searching for weaknesses in his opponent's defenses.

At the same time, the competition between Wei Houming and others also began. The arena that was set up was 500 zhang long, so as not to affect the disciples watching.

"Shuangya, watch carefully." Meng Zonghan grabbed his daughter who was trying to run away.

Meng Shuangya skillfully coaxed, "Father, I also have to participate in the competition later. Where else can I run? Please don't hold me back. I'll go down and see if I can manage."

Meng Zonghan understood that she couldn't sit still, and reluctantly replied, "Alright."

Meng Shuangya felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She transformed into a streak of light and escaped, but instead of heading towards the square, she flew straight to the market and met a young cultivator. She called out crisply, "Wen Jing."

He Wenjing smiled and said, "Shuangya, I have something to give you."

He took out the bowl-shaped ritual implement he had bought from Su Zhile.