I Have a Precious Spear

The others nearby immediately realized what was going on. Thinking of his two exceptionally sharp swords, did he intend to throw his sword to Dongfang Changao? It seemed no one else could take that sword! Bi Shan pondered for a moment and said, "If someone's belongings accidentally fall down the mountain, as long as it doesn't interfere with the fight, whoever picks it up or uses it shouldn't be considered a violation."

"Accidentally?" Yue Qianchou chuckled at Bi Shan, thinking to himself, "This guy's quite the smooth talker." His gaze returned to the dueling area, where the crackling sounds echoed through the valley. Dongfang Changao was still entangled with the whip; no matter how he provoked it with his spear or struck it with force, he couldn't harm the whip in the slightest.

Needless to say, the whip, capable of withstanding the spear in Dongfang Changao's hand, must also be a top-grade Law Treasure. The whip soared through the air with agility and flexibility, its head and tail working in tandem. Just as the tip of the whip was deflected by the spear, the tail would strike again, keeping Dongfang Changao extremely busy, as if he were trapped in a muddy swamp, unable to escape or even muster any strength. He didn't even have a chance to exchange blows with Yan Biao.

However, it wouldn't be easy for the whip to hit Dongfang Changao. At least as long as Dongfang Changao's True Essence was still depleted, the whip's attack, no matter how fierce, couldn't get close to him. But Yan Biao still looked at Dongfang Changao Chang'ao, who was entangled below, with a sinister smile, his fingers moving in a series of hand seals, quite leisurely.

"Good!" Yan Bugui and the others on the other hilltop also clapped and cheered. At this rate, their victory in the first round was assured. The faces of the people on the Cultivation Alliance side were rather grim, especially those from Fu Xian Island. This first defeat, aside from the impact on the Huaxia Cultivation World and Fu Xian Island, meant that Dongfang Changao would likely have to live in seclusion on Fu Xian Island for a long time, never again representing Fu Xian Island in any matter...

Hearing the shouts from the other side, Dongfang Changao was enraged. He knew what defeat in this battle would mean. His face flushed red, he let out a loud "Hai!" and, expending a great deal of True Essence, continuously unleashed sharp golden rays from the tip of his spear, finally managing to force the serpentine whip back for a moment. His bloodshot eyes suddenly glared upwards, and Dongfang Changao seized the opportunity to swiftly raise his spear and leap upwards...

Yan Biao was taken aback. He knew from their exchange that if it weren't for the sharpness of his whip, he would likely be far inferior to his opponent in terms of strength. Now, his opponent, not yet completely cornered, had disregarded the rapid depletion of his True Essence and escaped. Yan Biao, without any Law Treasure, was doomed if his opponent caught up.

His fingers moved rapidly, recalling the Black Dragon Whip, and he swiftly dodged. The golden light from Dongfang Changao Chang'ao's spear barely grazed past Yan Biao's feet, instantly sending a chill down Yan Biao's spine. Such speed! His opponent's strength was indeed superior to his own; just a hair's breadth away, and both his legs would have been gone. Yan Bugui and the others were also startled.

Having been evaded, the opportunity to pursue had been lost. The black whip lashed out, catching up once more, and Dongfang Changao was once again enveloped in its shadow. He understood that if his previous counterattack had failed, his opponent would never give him another chance to suddenly close the distance...

The situation suddenly changed, and the morale of the Cultivation Alliance jumped. They hadn't expected to fail again, and their hearts sank to the bottom. Everyone could see that Dongfang Changao had no chance of winning anymore; he was now merely enduring the battle... Countless people shook their heads in pity for Dongfang Changao. He was clearly powerful, yet a single whip rendered him powerless. It seemed the outcome was already decided!

Qiu Wuyuan of the Myriad Demon Palace stared Chou Wuyuan at the figure entangled in whips in mid-air. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, his fists clenched unconsciously, making muffled thuds, and his chest heaved violently... His longtime adversary could die unjustly in battle like this. He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he couldn't exhale, and it was suffocating him. He didn't know why.

The situation is dire! It's time for negotiations. Dongfang Changao, just hold on Yue Qianchou scoffed. Everyone was watching intently when he sauntered out again, slowly strolling over to the group from Fu Xian Island. Someone still leisurely strolling at this hour naturally attracted a lot of attention. "It's him again," someone thought. "He went to the Myriad Demon Palace before, and now he's back on Fu Xian Island. What's he up to?"

Yue Qianchou remained silent. The mountain slope was somewhat steep, and he stood right under the noses of the Fu Xian Island group, silently watching Dongfang Changao wield his spear and whip. The Fu Xian Island group exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what this guy was doing here at this time. Quan Deming, currently their representative, couldn't help but ask, "Yue Qianchou, is there something you need?"

"Ah!" Yue Qianchou looked back in a daze, then looked around as if he had wandered here by accident. He then walked up to Quan Deming's side, cupped his hands slightly, and said, "Elder Quan, I have a question. I observed that Elder Dongfang's strength is clearly superior to Yan Biao's, but his spear was countered by that long whip. I have a question: do you have any treasures that can break this long whip? If you do, why not put them into the arena now? As long as it doesn't interfere with the duel, it won't be considered a foul!"

Quan Deming glanced back at the two elders behind him, his brows furrowing. "This whip is made of some unknown material. It's flexible yet effortless, something no ordinary treasure can withstand. Unless we possess an exceptionally sharp treasure, it shouldn't be able to break this whip in one fell swoop. It's not that our Fu Xian Island lacks such a treasure, but it's not currently in our possession, and it's too late to go back and retrieve it now..."

At this point, Quan Deming suddenly paused, and everyone from Fu Xian Island looked at Yue Qianchou. Speaking of sharpness, who had ever seen anything sharper than Yue Qianchou's two swords? Even the sword of the Daluo Sect Master was easily cut into three pieces; surely dealing with this whip would be no problem for them either. Their eyes lit up, but then they remembered that not just anyone could wield those swords; Dongfang Changao had tried before and couldn't lift them at all. Thinking about it was pointless, and they shook their heads in regret.

Yue Qianchou nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully, "Speaking of spears, I do have a treasured spear here. Although its power is not as great as the twin swords in my hand, its sharpness is no less than that of a treasured sword, and may even be better. I just don't know if it can break this long whip." He wasn't worried that people from other sects would hear him. He figured that if someone released their Divine Sense to investigate, the people of Fu Xian Island would find out.

His words were like a sweet lure, and the eyes of everyone on Fu Xian Island instantly burned with fervor. How could a spear sharper than the twin blades in his hands possibly fail to break through the long whip? Quan Deming asked in surprise, "Yue Qianchou, are you telling the truth?"

Yue Qianchou silently turned around, frowned, and said, "Elder Quan, this isn't the first time we've met. When have you ever seen me lie?" His tone was a little displeased.

"That's not what I meant," Quan Deming explained. "What I meant was, could you take out your precious spear and let us see it?"

Yue Qianchou glanced at the fighting situation and estimated that Dongfang Changao could hold out for a while longer. So he shook his head and sighed, "Alas! I do have a few good treasures, which were given to me by a senior. He instructed me that unless it was an emergency, these treasures should not be shown to others easily, nor should they be given to others to use without authorization. I have already promised him, and it is really inconvenient for me to do something that would break my promise."

"I wonder which senior you are? Why don't you tell me? Perhaps you have some connection with my Fu Xian Island," Quan Deming said.

"He has been living in seclusion for many years; even if I told you, you probably wouldn't recognize him." Yue Qianchou thought of someone and casually made up a story, "The Ancestor Nanming."...

"What?" "It's him?" Quan Deming was still pondering when the two late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending Elders behind him exclaimed in unison. Yue Qianchou was slightly taken aback. Damn! His boast had backfired. Did someone on Fu Xian Island really know the Ancestor Nanming?

Quan Deming turned around and bowed, saying, "Two Venerable Ones, is there really such a person? Why have I never heard of him before?"

Ji Nian said solemnly, "It's normal that you haven't heard of him. This person lived more than a thousand years ago and was a rogue Rogue Cultivator hiding in the Cultivation World. More than a thousand years ago, when our Fu Xian Island's former sect leader was traveling, he happened to encounter a master at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage Realm. This person was not only highly skilled but also a top-notch weapon refiner. His weapon refining skills were simply extraordinary and beyond description. The former sect leader wanted to befriend him, but the man was unwilling to pay attention to him. In the end, the former sect leader pressed him for his name, and he left behind the four words 'Ancestor Nanming' and drifted away. Afterwards, our Fu Xian Island sent people to secretly investigate the background of this 'Ancestor Nanming,' but unfortunately, we never had the chance to see him again."

"That's right!" Fan Benlei nodded. "Most people don't know about this. I only saw it in the secrets recorded in the Yangxin Pavilion. According to the account of that Sect Leader, with the weapon-forging skills of that Ancestor Nanming, it shouldn't have been difficult for him to forge a treasured spear. But that was more than a thousand years ago. If that person is still alive, wouldn't he be over a thousand years old?"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately thought of a possibility: if that person was still alive, wouldn't his cultivation have already reached the legendary Spirit Transformation stage? Just imagine, even if Yue Qianchou was talking nonsense, it was impossible for it to be such a coincidence! Not only did they have the same name, but they could also produce such a treasure. Didn't this secretly confirm the secret that the Ancestor Nanming was a master of weapon crafting?

"I knew it! I'd only ever heard of this Ancestor Nanming from He Li; how could you possibly know him?" Yue Qianchou's brow twitched slightly, and he suddenly sighed, "Your sect leader really missed out on Ancestor Nanming. This Ancestor Nanming! He's fond of Spirit Stone. If your sect leader from Fu Xian Island had been able to use Spirit Stone to entice him, keeping him on your Fu Xian Island wouldn't have been difficult. Alas! He did give me some treasures, but unfortunately, he forced me to search everywhere for Spirit Stone for him. It's driving me crazy!"

If the Ancestor Nanming were to hear this, he'd probably be furious. Who said I had a fondness for Spirit Stone? I don't even know who Yue Qianchou is, when did I force you to search for Spirit Stone everywhere...? (The Ancestor Nanming asked me to get some #monthly votes# and #recommendation votes# from readers.)

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