Fighting Spirit Pill Realm Ninth Layer

Five disciples?

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow, curious. Besides himself, Zhou Xue, and Gu Li, were there two more disciples with Earth Origin Treasure Spirits?

This made him curious about the upcoming martial competition.

After Zhou Xue was replaced, the Second Vein lost another match. Their peak master directly forfeited, not allowing the last two disciples to take the stage.

It wasn't until evening that a vein peak finally challenged the Third Vein. However, this time, Yang Yuanzi snatched Li Yu's words, letting other disciples go on stage first and saving Fang Wang for last.

This arrangement was intended to allow Fang Wang to recover to his peak condition as much as possible, while also giving other disciples a chance to perform.

The other participating disciples of the Third Vein all showed smiles. They were also worried that Fang Wang would have to block all opponents alone, leaving them no chance to compete.

The Nine Meridians Martial Competition was for the glory of the vein peaks, and the number of individual wins was related to the great opportunities that followed. They all wanted to give it a shot.

The first to go was Zhou Bo, who was defeated after a hundred rounds. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously injured. The second to enter the stage was the Senior Disciple, Li Yu. Li Yu was at the seventh level of the Spirit Pill Realm and won three consecutive matches before being defeated.

Li Yu's performance did not surprise the disciples of the various veins; they all felt it was as expected. The peak masters, however, sighed slightly, feeling a bit disappointed in Li Yu.

Fang Wang knew that Li Yu was already over two hundred years old and still remained in the Spirit Pill Realm, which was enough to prove his ordinary talent.

The third to take the stage was Gu Li. The disciple who defeated Li Yu was replaced by their peak master. Gu Li, with her Earth Origin Treasure Spirit and the Gu family's inherited Five Saints Sword Technique, amazed the entire city. Even though she was in the Spirit Sculpting Realm, she defeated an opponent at the first level of the Spirit Pill Realm.

Each vein had its inherited cultivation methods and spells, but aristocratic families like Gu Li's all had their own cultivation methods and inheritances. They joined the Taiyuan Sect more for the resources controlled by the Nine Great Sects.

Among the disciples who had previously taken the stage, there were quite a few sword cultivators, but none were as pure as Gu Li. With the magnificent Five Saints Sword Technique, Gu Li's name also began to spread.

The subsequent opponents were all below the second level of the Spirit Pill Realm, and there were even disciples in the Spirit Sculpting Realm, making Fang Wang suspect that Yang Yuanzi had spoken to the other side.

After winning three consecutive matches, Gu Li was replaced. The subsequent matches had both wins and losses. In the end, the Third Vein maintained its existing ranking, which made the disciples of the various veins realize that the Third Vein was truly rising.

For the next three days, Fang Wang did not appear, while all other disciples had already made their moves. They were all challenged by vein peaks ranked lower, and ultimately, the Third Vein stabilized its ranking.

The battles during these three days were very exciting, mostly involving the top five vein peaks. The Second Vein surprisingly produced a genius with an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit, and moreover, they were in the Spirit Pill Realm.

That person was named Ye Xiang. He had entered the sect fourteen years ago and did not participate in the previous Nine Meridians Martial Competition. He also did not appear in the previous few days' competitions, so his reputation had not been prominent. This time, he won seven consecutive matches, directly becoming famous throughout the Taiyuan Sect.

The Second Vein he represented stabilized its second position. They couldn't defeat the First Vein, but the vein peaks behind them also couldn't defeat them.

The First Vein completely swept the Second Vein, and the Second Vein also swept through the other vein peaks...

On the morning of the sixth day, another vein peak challenged the First Vein, and this time, Lu Yuanjun stepped forward.

Lu Yuanjun achieved nine consecutive victories in one go, with each battle ending within two moves. He didn't even move his feet, appearing even more at ease than Fang Wang, and his opponents were stronger than those Fang Wang faced.

Although Lu Yuanjun won quickly, his opponents were barely injured; they were simply sealed quickly and had no choice but to give up.

Thus, Lu Yuanjun also secured nine victories, locking in the last nine spots. After that, he no longer appeared, leaving the stage to other disciples.

At noon that day, Yang Yuanzi, taking advantage of the end of the martial competition between two veins, immediately declared, "Third Vein, challenge the First Vein!"

Upon hearing this, the entire city was electrified!

The Third Vein, which had been dormant for several days, was finally making a move to challenge for a higher ranking, and this time, they were directly challenging the First Vein!

The disciples watching were not anticipating the Third Vein's result, but rather Fang Wang's appearance. Facing the strongest First Vein, the Third Vein would definitely send Fang Wang; otherwise, there would be no contest!

"Fang Wang, you go first," Yang Yuanzi directly ordered.

Fang Wang nodded. Encouraged by his fellow disciples, he walked to the edge of the platform, his heart burning. The First Vein was full of experts. He most wanted to challenge Lu Yuanjun, to see how great the gap between him and Lu Yuanjun was.

However, at that moment, a commotion erupted throughout the city because someone from the First Vein's pavilion leaped onto the combat stage.

"Why him!"

Li Yu exclaimed, his voice filled with dejection.

Fang Wang focused his gaze. Standing on the combat stage was a man in blue. His long hair was casually tied back with a straw rope. His features were quite handsome, but the stubble on his face made him look unkempt, giving him a dissolute air.

"Xu Lang, ninth level of the Spirit Pill Realm, Top-grade Mysterious Origin Treasure Spirit. He is the disciple second only to Lu Yuanjun in the First Vein, and was once the Senior Disciple of the First Vein, as well as the former top genius of the Taiyuan Sect. He only yielded his position after being defeated by Lu Yuanjun. Senior Brother Fang, you must be careful!" Zhou Bo quickly said, briefly introducing the opponent's background.

Ninth level of the Spirit Pill Realm!

Fang Wang was not intimidated; instead, his heart became even more excited.

Good!

He leaped, like a white crane gliding, and lightly landed on the combat stage.

Xu Lang's right hand rested on the bamboo staff at his waist. He raised his chin, looking down at Fang Wang contemptuously, and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Fang, Lu Yuanjun said you are very strong. I hope you don't disappoint me."

Fang Wang raised his right arm flat, and the Celestial Palace Halberd materialized beneath his palm. He grasped it smoothly and replied, "I will do my best, but I also hope Senior Brother Xu will not blame me if you are defeated by my hand."

The thirty-two golden mirrors not only reflected the images but also broadcasted the dialogue of the disciples on stage. Hearing their conversation, everyone felt the tension.

A female disciple from the First Vein said to Zhou Xue with a chuckle, "Your clansman is very confident."

Zhou Xue smiled and replied, "He's only nineteen years old, full of youthful spirit. If he's not confident now, when will he be?"

Nineteen years old!

The disciples of the First Vein's expressions changed slightly. Only Lu Yuanjun maintained his smile; he seemed to be looking forward to Fang Wang's performance.

Facing Fang Wang's domineering response, Xu Lang snorted and drew the bamboo staff from his waist. Inside the bamboo staff was actually a long sword.

Without a word, Xu Lang suddenly threw the bamboo sword. A cold glint flashed, its speed no less than the speed with which Fang Wang had thrown the Celestial Palace Halberd earlier, perhaps even faster!

Fang Wang's eyes narrowed, and the Celestial Palace Halberd in his hand shot out like a cannonball, tearing through everything with a roaring sound as he charged forward.

The instant the two weapons collided, the bamboo sword erupted with incredibly powerful sword energy, shaking the combat stage!

Fang Wang and Xu Lang stepped forward almost simultaneously. Even though Fang Wang was using the Shadowless Steps, and Xu Lang had moved a greater distance, both gripped their weapons.

As they grasped their respective weapons, Fang Wang swung his halberd with one hand, its force immense. Xu Lang nimbly dodged, leaped into the air, and then spun around, slashing his sword at Fang Wang.

They engaged in fierce close-quarters combat, the sounds of halberd and sword clashing echoing, their blades flashing and glinting with cold light.

Their footwork was so fast, they crisscrossed within a five-zhang radius. Disciples below the Spirit Pill Realm couldn't even see them clearly. This caused the entire city to fall silent, the spectators afraid to miss a single moment.

Disciples of the Third Vein held their breath for Fang Wang, while disciples of the First Vein were astonished.

"Senior Brother Xu's weapon is a top-grade magic artifact! He spent a million contribution points to get it!"

"This means Fang Wang's natal treasure spirit is of a very high grade, most likely an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit."

"It's definitely an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit, just compare him to Ye Xiang!"

"He's only nineteen and already fighting someone at the ninth level of the Spirit Pill Realm. And Senior Brother Xu isn't an ordinary person; he's a genius too."

"No wonder Senior Brother Lu said he's stronger than all of us. It's a shame such a genius didn't join our First Vein."

Zhou Xue watched Fang Wang's performance, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her pupils were filled with Fang Wang's image.

Xu Lang unleashed a stronger sword intent, slashing out with a hundred sword energies that swept towards Fang Wang like a storm, the momentum immense.

Fang Wang slammed the Celestial Palace Halberd onto the ground with one hand, Xuan Yang Spiritual Energy erupting to form an invisible barrier. His robes billowed violently, but his posture remained unmoving, exuding an aura of unmatched dominance. As the sword energy struck, a ten-zhang-high wall of energy instantly rose, a truly magnificent sight.

Xu Lang leaped into the air, holding his bamboo sword in his right hand. With his left hand, he summoned his natal treasure spirit, which was also a sword – a sword with only a hilt. He gripped it backward, and in the sunlight, the outline of the blade could faintly be seen.

Fang Wang looked up, True Mysterious Sun Fire blazing from his eyes. His right hand ignited with True Mysterious Sun Fire, quickly engulfing the Celestial Palace Halberd. He then released his grip, his right foot kicking the tail of the halberd sharply. The Celestial Palace Halberd, wreathed in roaring flames, was kicked into the air, spinning. As the blade pointed downward, he swiftly grasped the shaft and pulled upward, slashing.

A magnificent dragon of Xuan Yang Spiritual Energy soared upwards!

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye, dazzling and disorienting. Xu Lang, still in mid-air and before he could even swing his sword, found a colossal fire dragon appearing before him. The dragon's head was several times larger than his entire body!