Purple Moon Dharma Assembly (1)

After announcing the start of the Purple Moon Dharma Assembly, Yang Tianyou retreated and sat down alongside several Nascent Soul Cultivators.

"Great White's speed of improvement in strength truly puts us to shame," True Person Yunting sighed, stroking his beard.

"Uncle, you flatter me." Yang Tianyou smiled modestly. "If I were strong enough, I wouldn't be the one being bullied."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Nascent Soul Cultivators all changed, and they naturally understood who the "other people" Yang Tianyou was referring to were.

"Hmph, the Luochuan River Flood Dragon Clan is arrogant and domineering, often bullying our Human Race cultivators without any regard for right or wrong. They should be taught a lesson." The Old Man Taiwu sneered, his narrow eyes flashing with cold light.

"Haven't they already suffered a loss? A Fourth Tier Flood Dragon, that'll probably make the Luochuan River Dragon King heartbroken for a long time, right?" High Person Jinding chuckled, his chubby cheeks jiggling as he spoke, which was quite comical.

Chenyangzi picked up the conversation, looking at Yang Tianyou with a smile, "Speaking of which, the Yang Household's strength does indeed intrigue me; they even managed to kill a Fourth Tier Flood Dragon outside Purple Moon Mountain."

"I suspect you're not the only one who's curious, but since this matter involves clan secrets, it's best if we remain silent," said High Person Jinding a gentle voice.

Upon hearing this, Chenyangzi's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't ask any further questions.

Below, the one presiding over the Purple Moon Dharma Assembly was none other than Yang Dangmo, and the deputy presiding was the family head Yang Dangkai.

Yang Dangmo, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, soared into the air and announced loudly, "The Purple Moon Dharma Assembly, the martial arts phase, now begins."

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the nine arenas began to shimmer with light, and as the Array Mark rippled, the protective shields quietly opened.

The martial arts stage is divided into two major levels: Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment.

The competition currently underway is for those at the Qi Refining Realm stage.

On the arena, golden light spilled onto the ground, as if coating the arena with a layer of gold film.

The two boys, the oldest no more than eleven or twelve, stood facing each other, their youthful faces showing tension. Both of them were at the peak of the third level of Qi Refining.

"Battle begins!"

After the referee announced the start, the two boys launched their attack simultaneously.

The yellow-clad youth on the left slightly raised his right hand, and pale golden Spiritual Power surged forth, pouring into the Law Artifact.

He used a slender, sharp Flying Shuttle with a cold, menacing blade. Each side had three prismatic grooves, which were used to enhance the Law Artifact's lethality.

Whoosh!!

A sharp whistling sound rang out as the Flying Shuttle hurtled towards its opponent at lightning speed.

After an exceptionally fierce battle, the boy in yellow emerged victorious. This young man, whose surname was Yang Jiatai, rushed off the stage with an excited expression, leaving his distraught opponent behind.

Due to the large number of cultivators who signed up for the Purple Moon Dharma Assembly, and the Yang Household's intention to extend the duration of the first Dharma Assembly, the competition among Qi Refining cultivators is expected to last for a full month.

During this period, a series of trade fairs, spontaneously organized by cultivators, were held in Purple Moon City.

A dazzling array of Spirit Items appeared at the trade fair. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Yang Household sent a large number of clansmen to participate in each trade fair. Whenever they encountered a rare Spirit Items, they would sell it to increase their own wealth.

Meanwhile, the news that the Purple Moon Auction be held after the Purple Moon Dharma Assembly and the literary contest had reached the ears of every cultivator in Purple Moon City.

It is said that at this Auction, there are as many as twelve Fourth Tier Spirit Items, sixty Tier 2 Third Tier Spirit Items. There are no First-Tier Spirit Items, as their level is too low to be suitable for such a mid-to-high-level Auction.

News of the Purple Moon Auction had actually been circulating for quite some time.

However, this time the announcement was more specific, even revealing detailed information about the auctioned Spirit Items.

As a result, the Cultivators in the city began to frequently contact the High-Rank Cultivators behind them to inform them of the specific details of the Auction.

As the Purple Moon Dharma Assembly progressed, Golden Core Cultivators continued to arrive, along with a considerable number of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and even a Nascent Soul Cultivator traveled a great distance from Dai Commandery to participate in the Purple Moon Auction.

This Nascent Soul Cultivator was also a Rogue Cultivator named True Person Shengqiu. He was in a great hurry because he needed someone to refine a certain ingredient for Pills, but he was missing a Fourth Tier spirit medicine called "Cold Mist Grass". Upon learning that two Cold Mist Grass would appear at the Purple Moon Auction, he rushed over, wanting to buy them.

Under these circumstances, the Purple Moon Dharma Assembly held by the Yang Household became increasingly lively and grand, and its influence continued to grow in the surrounding counties through word of mouth.

The Purple Moon Dharma Assembly has entered its eleventh day.

On the arena representing Late Qi Refinement of Qi Refining.

A handsome, tall, and slender young man, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old and bore a striking resemblance to Yang Tianwang, calmly looked at his opponent.

His name is Yang Xuangang, the only son of Yang Tianwang and Feng Yueling. He currently serves in the Yang Household's Purple Moon Army and is a squad leader.

"Go, Captain! Go, Captain!"

Nine boys and girls of the same age were cheering for Yang Xuangang outside the arena.

They all exuded a faint Weapon Sha Qi might, a unique characteristic of those who cultivated Military Formations —simply put, the aura of a soldier.

"The battle begins!!" the referee announced.

Yang Xuangang's opponent struck first.

This was a lithe young woman in black, with delicate features, yet her attacks were incredibly fierce. Her Flying Sword whistled out, slashing down at a very tricky angle.

Seeing this, Yang Xuangang remained calm and unmoved.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Spiritual Power surged forth, and profound Spirit Mark, like tadpoles, condensed into a circular shield.

With a clang, the Flying Sword struck the shield, sending sparks flying.

"First-Tier Law Technique at the Great Achievement Completion Realm." The girl in black murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes filled with seriousness.

After receiving the attack, Yang Xuangang waved his hand again, and the Spirit Mark changed, forming twelve exceptionally sharp golden arrows that pierced through the air, emitting piercing shrieks as they mercilessly struck the girl in black.

The latter's pretty face hardened, and her delicate, boneless hands moved up and down, creating a Great Achievement defensive Law Technique.

This is an exquisitely crafted small umbrella, with its thirty-six ribs covered in Spirit Mark.

The small umbrella rapidly expanded, and a seven-colored light curtain flowed down, blocking all twelve arrows.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xuangang, who had been nonchalant, seemed to have a slight ripple in his usually cold eyes.

"Interesting!" he murmured to himself, his expression turning serious.

"Captain's getting serious, huh? Who's this woman?" A short, chubby boy asked, a look of surprise on his face.

Bang!!

"Ouch!! Who are you? Why did you hit me?"

The short, chubby boy covered his forehead and glared angrily at the tall girl next to him.

"Why did I hit you? She's a girl, not a woman. Watch your mouth," the tall girl said.

"Tch, aren't women and girls the same?" the short, chubby boy scoffed.

"Say that again?" The tall girl raised her small fist.