Forbearance

A sharp Sword Qi swept across the arena, and pure white Sword Gang bloomed, like a comet striking the moon, piercing towards Yang Taishan.

Upon seeing this, the latter crossed his arms, his body trembled violently, and the dense Spirit Mark on his skin intertwined and writhed. In the blink of an eye, the phantom of a mountain peak appeared.

Ding ding!!

The Flying Swords struck, the sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening, and dense Sword Qi fell like raindrops on banana leaves.

Yang Taishan stood still, his body as imposing as Heroic Peaks, and no matter how the Sword Qi blew, it could not shake his body.

"Law Technique the Great Perfection Realm, the Earth-Walking Way the Intent Realm!" Jian Chenzi's face showed excitement. He was a Sword Cultivator who was obsessed with battle. He usually couldn't find a worthy opponent in his sect, but he never expected to meet one in the Yang Household.

"Phantom Sword!" he murmured to himself, his hands forming Mudra at incredible speed, appearing to outsiders as nothing more than a phantom.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Jian Chenzi moved, the Law Artifact sword trembled slightly, and ripples spread through the air. In an instant, the sword multiplied into twelve, each one appearing as real as a real sword.

Upon seeing this, Yang Taishan's pupils lit up, revealing that he had activated his Dharma Eye Technique.

However, no matter how he looked at them, the twelve longswords in front of him were real, without any flaws.

"Such profound Law Technique cultivation!" Yang Taishan was shocked. Like Jian Chenzi, he was also someone whose opponent was hard to find.

His younger siblings were at a lower level and were no match for him, not to mention the other clansmen, whom he swept aside completely.

Today's encounter with Jian Chenzi can be considered the first real opponent Yang Taishan has faced among his peers.

"Drink!" he shouted, his right hand flashing as he unleashed his own Law Artifact.

This is an earth-yellow seal, carved with towering mountains, surrounded by a strong Earth Attribute Spiritual Qi.

The Mount Tai Seal, First-Tier Supreme-Grade Law Artifact, weighs a thousand jin (approximately 500 kg). It can be used for both offense and defense, and can also release gravity to suppress opponents.

Boom!!

The Mount Tai Seal stretched across the sky, growing larger with the wind until it reached a size of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), resembling a giant boulder that rumbled across the sky and crashed into the twelve longswords.

Jian Chenzi's eyes flashed, and he pulled his hands out to the sides.

His twelve longswords also separated, six on the left and six on the right. The six swords on the left blocked the Mount Tai Seal, while the six swords on the right fiercely stabbed towards Yang Taishan.

Buzz!!

Unexpectedly, gravity suddenly descended from the Mount Tai Seal. Centered on the seal, half of the arena was plunged into a gravity field. The twelve longswords were pressed down by this invisible gravity, as if they had fallen into a swamp, and their movements became sluggish.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Taishan bent his knees and left afterimages as he lunged at Jian Chenzi.

He follows the Dharma-Protecting War God Way, and only in close combat can he unleash his full power.

"Oh no!!" The Luochuan Sect Disciple watching from the sidelines exclaimed in alarm. They knew, of course, how terrible the consequences would be if a cultivator who Dual Cultivation of Spell and Body got close to them.

However, Jian Chenzi, who was facing all of this, had a slight smile on his lips. Having experienced countless battles, how could he not understand the fighting style that the cultivators of the War God Way preferred?

With a flick of his sleeve, another longsword flew out, and terrifying Sword Intent erupted from his body.

The Sword Qi flowed and, in an instant, condensed into a sword net with endless sharpness. The Sword Qi, which was clearly strong and sharp, was now wielded by Jian Chenzi with a feeling of gentle benevolence.

The gentle sword net, like willow catkins fluttering in the air, or like the invisible clouds gathering and dispersing in the sky, simply spread out and caught Yang Taishan, who was rushing towards it at top speed.

Clang... Clang! Ding!

Countless sparks erupted from Yang Taishan's skin. After the sword net closed, it began to spin rapidly, like countless saws trying to grind him to pieces.

"Hey, this is interesting!" Yang Taishan grinned, wild and domineering, showing no sign of being in trouble.

Upon seeing this, Jian Chenzi's gaze narrowed slightly. He formed a sword with his fingers and unleashed streaks of Sword Qi, cutting through layers of air barriers and joining the rapidly spinning sword net, gradually transforming it into a Blade Storm.

In the eye of the Storm, Yang Taishan stretched his body, then bent his knees, brought his arms together, and after a brief moment of preparation, suddenly opened them wide.

Boom!!

Qi and Blood and Spiritual Power intertwined, forming the shadow of a mountain once more. However, this time the mountain was as solid as a physical object, and its defensive power was terrifyingly strong. It remained unmoved despite the storm of Blade Storm sweeping through it.

Thus, the two sides reached a stalemate.

The Mount Tai Seal was entangled with the twelve longswords, while Yang Taishan himself fought against the Blade Storm unleashed by Jian Chenzi.

The two fought for a full quarter of an hour, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

As time passed, the two players eventually tied.

This battle was undoubtedly the most intense among those at the Qi Refining Realm.

The terrifying strength of both sides even made some Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the audience feel a pang of unease.

Is this still Qi Refining? They couldn't help but wonder.

At the same time, this battle restored the spectators' confidence in the Yang Household, and they looked forward to the upcoming Foundation Establishment battle.

Unexpectedly, in the ensuing battle of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, the Luochuan Sect still held an absolute advantage, with the Yang Household having virtually no chance to fight back. This left the cultivators who were close to the Yang Household in the audience greatly disappointed, and it also re-established the prestige of the Luochuan Sect.

The sparring match ended quickly, and the Yang Household was defeated.

True Person Tianyun, beaming with pride, led many Luochuan Sect Disciple back to their sect.

Yang Tianyou then approached the clansmen who were participating in the magical duel.

Looking at his somewhat dejected clansmen, he smiled faintly and said, "Why do you think I would show weakness to the Luochuan Sect?"

The clansmen looked at each other in bewilderment. Yang Taishan stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Because we are weak!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Tianyou gave him a very appreciative look.

He then glanced at the clansmen before him and said loudly, "Taishan is right. Precisely because our Lineage is weak, despite our immense potential, we can only remain humble and subservient."

"However, you must understand that temporary honor or disgrace, gain or loss, means nothing."

"True Dragon can be large or small, can rise or hide; when large, it stirs up clouds and mists; when small, it conceals its form; when rising, it soars through the universe; when hiding, it lurks within the waves."

"If even True Dragon, comparable to Immortals and Gods, can do this, how much more so can we cultivators who are far from becoming immortals?"

The path to immortality is long and arduous, fraught with many hardships and thorns. Often, we must endure, waiting until our strength is sufficient. Then, everything we've lost will naturally return. Do you understand?

"Understood!" the clansmen responded in unison, their previous dejection vanishing.

"Alright, all of you clansmen who participated in the sparring will receive Contribution Points as a reward. Go to the Contribution Hall and collect them," Yang Tianyou waved his hand and smiled.

Upon hearing this, the tribespeople cheered and dispersed.

Yang Tianyou stood still, glanced in the direction of the Luochuan Sect, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Sooner or later, the entire Luochuan Commandery will belong to my Yang Household!"