The Contest
The next day, under the guidance of three Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivators —Qin Tian of the Qin Household and Yan Lie of the Fire Spirit Palace — the Guanghan Grand Assembly officially began at Yue Shan of the Mountain and River Hall.
On the three-hundred-foot-long arena, shrouded in Formation Shield, Little True Person Yueyang stood with his hands on his hips on the left. Opposite him was a handsome young Sword Cultivator with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.
This person comes from the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and his Sword Intent has reached the Great Achievement Perfection realm. Just by standing there, he gives people an exceptionally sharp feeling.
"The duel begins!"
The one in charge of presiding over the battle was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, an old man with a kind face. Judging from the faint Fragrant Incense of grass and trees emanating from his body, he must be practicing Wood-Attribute Cultivation Method, which explains his amiable appearance.
Chant!!
As the battle began, a deafening Sword Cry resounded throughout the arena, and cracks spread outwards in all directions from the young Sword Cultivator as the center.
Immediately, the man pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light downward slash!
Lower Divine Ability: Little Sumeru Condensing Sword Manifestation!
Brush!!
The sword light was magnificent and its momentum was overwhelming. Any one of those hundreds of Sword Qi could severely injure a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
Such a powerful attack immediately put pressure on Little True Person Yueyang.
"Behold my Life-Bound Law Treasure!"
Little True Person Yueyang snorted, pushed with both hands, and colorful seashells appeared in front of him.
This seashell was once cut open by Yang Tianyou when he was at the Tier 2 realm.
After advancing to the Third Tier, Little True Person Yueyang, having learned his lesson, devoted a great deal of effort to improving the hardness of the shell, and now it was time to see the results.
Ding ding!
The crisp sound of metal clashing against metal was incessant, but what made the young Sword Cultivator's expression change was that his Divine Ability had not been able to shake the seemingly thin shell at all.
"Hehe, it seems my improvement really worked." Little True Person Yueyang smiled smugly, then opened his hands and made a dazzling array of Mudra.
"Illusory Spirit Technique!"
Buzz!!
Layers of ripples spread outwards, carried by Law Power.
Because of the excessive speed, the young Sword Cultivator couldn't react in time and was enveloped by the fluctuations, becoming trapped in an illusion from which he could not extricate himself.
A quarter of an hour later, Little True Person Yueyang won and withdrew his Law Technique.
When the young Sword Cultivator regained consciousness, his face was flushed. He didn't know what he had encountered in the illusion, but strangely, he didn't seem to harbor any resentment towards Little True Person Yueyang.
"What did you do to him in the illusion? Why did he have that expression?" Yang Tianyou asked Little True Person Yueyang curiously.
"I didn't do anything, I just followed his heart and created an illusion for him that he most longed for deep down!" Little True Person Yueyang muttered. "I just don't know why, but in that illusion, there are always two people fighting!"
"Fighting?" Yang Tianyou was taken aback, then realized what he meant and involuntarily looked at the young Sword Cultivator, muttering to himself, "Sure enough, he looks so proper..."
"No, no, I'm proper inside and out... um, that's it!"
"Tianyou, what are you thinking about?" Little True Person Yueyang suddenly laughed, looking at Yang Tianyou with ill intent.
Seeing the kid's expression, Yang Tianyou immediately understood that this kid knew everything about "fighting"!
"Yueyang, how dare you tease me?" Yang Tianyou said, pinching the back of his neck.
"I didn't, Sister Yunhua, you have to do something about Tianyou, he always bullies children!" Little True Person Yueyang bared his teeth and claws in mid-air, trying his best to look fierce.
However, he was too short and his arms were too short to touch Yang Tianyou. Moreover, with his exceptionally delicate little face, he looked fierce, but to others, he just looked cute.
Especially the Foundation Establishment female cultivators from the Yang and Feng Households present, their eyes were shining as they looked at Little True Person Yueyang.
It's just that the class divisions in the Cultivation World are too strict; otherwise, these female cultivators would definitely have pounced on them.
After playing around for a while, the group returned to the Palace.
Over the next few days, cultivators from Yang and Feng Households went into battle one after another, with some winning and some losing.
On the arena representing the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, Yang Xuanyun, dressed in a blue dress that gave off a Pure as Ice and Jade and elegance, held a blue longsword in her hand and looked at her opponent, an old man with a hooked nose and a yellow face.
"The duel begins!"
As soon as the Golden Core Cultivator presiding over the duel spoke, the Foundation Establishment elder opposite him instantly made his move, the sky filled with dazzling silver light, giving people a sense of beauty.
In reality, this is an extremely vicious magical Law Artifact, the Thousand-Star Fine-Hair Needles, which can penetrate a cultivator's body through their pores, merge into their blood and internal organs, and then explode from the inside out.
It's easy to imagine how bloody that scene would be.
Yang Xuanyun was carefully nurtured by her Lineage from a young age, so she naturally had ways to deal with various situations.
Her face remained cold, showing no sign of tension. In an instant, the longsword in her hand emitted an icy blue divine light.
The cold air condensed, forming a frost-covered area stretching several meters ahead.
Within this area, the speed of the dozens of fine needles suddenly decreased, and then a flash of sword light cut them all in half.
"Ouch, my Law Artifact!" The sallow-faced old man opposite him looked pained.
However, before he could react, the icy blue sword light flew straight at him, slashing towards his neck.
I surrender!
A shout, almost breaking out in his voice, came from the yellow-faced old man.
Buzz!!
A protective shield appeared on his body. With a clang, the sword light struck the shield, creating ripples.
"You actually want to kill me?" The yellow-faced old man trembled as he pointed at Yang Xuanyun.
The latter looked at him as if he were an idiot, and left the ring without saying a word.
"You..."
The old man with the yellow face wanted to say something more, but a tremendous force appeared and kicked him off the stage.
"What is that? Bah!"
The Golden Core Cultivator presiding over the battle clapped his hands. He'd presided over many duels; you really see all sorts of people there.
Some are arrogant, some are conceited, some are out of touch with reality, and some even have mental problems or are not in their right mind.
In the eyes of this Golden Core Cultivator, the yellow-faced old man was a typical example of the last type.
"Next match..."
Soon, seven days passed, and Yang Tianyou Feng Lieyang stood on the arena. The latter gave a wry smile and directly admitted defeat.
The Nascent Soul Cultivator was presiding over the duel didn't ask any further questions and simply tossed Yang Tianyou a new number plate.
It says on it, No. 5, Grade A!
On the eighth day, on the arena in the Middle Golden Core region, Yunhua on the left side of the arena. Her stunning beauty and graceful figure made the female cultivator opposite her pale in comparison.
"The duel begins!"
Yunhua launched the first attack!
Lower First Stage Heaven Divine Ability, the perfected realm of Ice-Spirit Divine Light!
Like a blue ribbon, it fluttered from Yunhua's hand, possessing a unique beauty even in battle.
The divine light arrived suddenly, initially only as thick as an arm, but soon it enveloped most of the arena.
Click! Click!
The frost was hundreds of times stronger than the cold air Yang Xuanyun had used before. Under the low temperature, streaks of ice began to appear on the surface of the female cultivator's body.
Call!!
This person was indeed Middle Golden Core cultivator, yet she showed no sign of giving up despite the predicament, and a ball of Third Tier True Fire rose from her body.
This is not Divine Ability, but the power of Talisman; this woman is a Talisman Cultivator.
Outside the arena, Yang Tianyou watched the battle intently. The female cultivator's Talisman Dao and skillful.
Without any visible drawing of talismans, various illusory Talisman floated out with every gesture.
It transforms into various attacks such as flames, Thunder, boulders, and swords.
"This person must also possess a natal Talisman Artifact, otherwise he couldn't launch Talisman attack so easily!" Yang Tianyou guessed in his heart, but his tone was very confident.
Without Talisman Artifact, this female cultivator would have needed to raise her cultivation level by at least one or two more levels to achieve her current level.
Chant!!
As the Sword Cry, Yunhua summoned her Life-Bound Law Treasure, the Third-Tier Upper-Grade Cold Moon Immortal Sword.
With a single swing of the sword, the icy blue Sword Qi was mixed with countless shards of Ice, instantly forming an icy Storm that filled the entire arena.
Within the Storm, Sword Qi energy howled and divine light overflowed. The female cultivator could only rely on the power of Talisman to desperately resist.
After an incense stick had burned, the woman conceded defeat, her face pale from the cold, and left the arena.