Sparring Exchange

Imperial Peak.

Di Tian, Xiao Yun, Uncle Fu, and Lin Xiaoya watched an elder depart.

This elder had been sent by the Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land to summon Xiao Yun and Lin Xiaoya for an exchange with the disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land.

Watching the elder's retreating figure, Xiao Yun could not help asking, "Master, why has the Primordial Sacred Land suddenly sent people here to spar and exchange with us?"

Before Di Tian could speak, Uncle Fu beside him snorted angrily. "Before every opening of the True Dragon Nest, they send people here. On the surface, they invite us to the True Dragon Nest, but in secret, they are mocking us for being unable to send disciples there."

Di Tian looked at Xiao Yun and said solemnly, "The relationships among our Six Great Sacred Lands are not as harmonious as they appear. Competition rages endlessly beneath the surface. The Primordial Sacred Land in particular competes most fiercely with our Chaos Holy Land. If you encounter anyone from the Primordial Sacred Land outside in the future, you must be especially careful."

Xiao Yun nodded. It seemed the Primordial Sacred Land was an enemy force of their Chaos Holy Land, so he truly needed to be more cautious.

"Enough. Do not keep the Holy Lord waiting. A'Fu, take them there now," Di Tian said.

Uncle Fu nodded, then departed on a cloud with Xiao Yun and Lin Xiaoya.

Di Tian watched them leave, a cold smile appearing on his face. "Before the True Dragon Nest has even opened, the Primordial Sacred Land has already come to probe us. But this time, our Chaos Holy Land will never let you have your way again. Just watch how my disciple destroys the many geniuses of your Primordial Sacred Land. Hmph!"

Inside the magnificent main hall.

Xiao Yun, Chu Jingxiao, and Lin Xiaoya entered the hall and first paid their respects to the Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land and the Taishang elders.

Only then did they turn to look at the three people from the Primordial Sacred Land.

The Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land pointed at Xiao Yun's group and introduced them. "Fellow Daoist Wan, these three are Xiao Yun, Chu Jingxiao, and Lin Xiaoya. They are the outstanding figures of our Chaos Holy Land's Body Refining Realm."

Wan Yanghui had already been sizing up Xiao Yun's group. His gaze merely swept over Chu Jingxiao and Lin Xiaoya, for with his discerning eyes, he instantly saw that the two were merely ordinary peak Body Refining cultivators.

It was this youth named Xiao Yun who caught his attention. He appeared to possess only average talent, yet he had already cultivated Golden Skin and Jade Bone and stepped into the Forbidden Realm.

Even so, Wan Yanghui remained full of confidence in the two disciples behind him. Smiling, he said, "Worthy indeed of being the outstanding disciples of Chaos Holy Land. All of you are truly exceptional talents. Yulong, Miaotong, why do you not greet these three outstanding disciples of Chaos Holy Land?"

The young man and woman behind him immediately stepped forward.

The youth in white robes looked at Xiao Yun's group and said blandly, "I am Xie Yulong, ranked ninth in the Body Refining Realm of the Primordial Sacred Land."

The girl in the red dress wore an arrogant expression. Looking disdainfully at Xiao Yun's group, she said, "My name is Fu Miaotong. In the Body Refining Realm of the Primordial Sacred Land, I am merely ranked tenth."

The Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land and several Taishang elders in the hall all darkened at those words.

It was not that they were angered by the poor attitudes of these two youngsters. After all, they had lived for several hundred years and could hardly be bothered to argue with two teenagers.

What upset them was that these two formidable-looking youngsters were only ranked ninth and tenth in the Primordial Sacred Land's Body Refining Realm.

By contrast, Xiao Yun's group were already the top three geniuses of the Chaos Holy Land's Body Refining Realm.

Without comparison, there was no harm!

This comparison alone was enough to show that their Chaos Holy Land lagged far behind the Primordial Sacred Land.

Thus, none of them looked particularly pleased.

However, the younger generation was doing the talking now, so it was not appropriate for these "elders" to interrupt.

Everyone left the stage to the five juniors.

Xiao Yun swept a glance over the two Primordial Sacred Land geniuses opposite him but said nothing.

Seeing Fu Miaotong's poor attitude, Lin Xiaoya puffed up in anger and mocked, "You are only ranked tenth, yet you are so proud. Anyone who did not know better would think you were ranked first!"

Fu Miaotong looked at Lin Xiaoya and said arrogantly, "Though I am ranked tenth in the Primordial Sacred Land's Body Refining Realm, I would still be enough to rank first in your Chaos Holy Land."

How could Lin Xiaoya endure that? She immediately shouted angrily, "What shameless boasting! Let me test your mettle and see whether your skills are as impressive as that mouth of yours."

"Since you seek humiliation, I will grant it to you." Fu Miaotong remained incomparably arrogant. Raising her chin and exposing her snow-white neck, she curled a finger at Lin Xiaoya in disdain.

"Ah!" Lin Xiaoya flew into a rage at once, swinging a crimson whip at Fu Miaotong.

Xiao Yun secretly shook his head beside her. Junior Sister was still too immature. A couple of words were enough to provoke her.

Though he thought so, Xiao Yun did not stop her. Sometimes, suffering a loss was a blessing. If Lin Xiaoya suffered once, she would grow next time.

Besides, this was Chaos Holy Land. Lin Xiaoya's safety was absolutely guaranteed; at worst, she would suffer a little.

Xiao Yun immediately watched the battle before him carefully. He also wanted to see what the geniuses of the Primordial Sacred Land were capable of.

Chu Jingxiao beside him was also watching intently. He knew it would be his turn soon, and he did not want to lose.

"Thousandfold Shadows!"

Up ahead, Lin Xiaoya shouted, and the whip in her hand transformed into a dense web that enshrouded Fu Miaotong completely.

This was the first-rate battle skill Lin Xiaoya cultivated, and she had already trained it to perfection. Its might was extraordinary.

Everyone in the hall nodded in praise. Given Lin Xiaoya's talent, achieving this much after entering the sect for only two or three months was already remarkable.

However, the Primordial Sacred Land disciple named Fu Miaotong was clearly stronger.

Holding a treasured sword, she darted through Lin Xiaoya's "web" like a fish, completely unrestrained.

At the same time, Sword Qi shot out in all directions, and Lin Xiaoya's web began to buckle under the strain.

"One Sword Across Ages!"

Suddenly, Fu Miaotong gave a low cry and shot forward with her treasured sword. Like a bolt of lightning, it instantly aimed at Lin Xiaoya's throat.

Lin Xiaoya's hand holding the whip froze in midair. Lowering her head to look at the sword pressed against her throat, her pretty face turned deathly pale as cold sweat trickled down.

Had the sword advanced another half-inch, she would have died a miserable death.

Clearly, she had lost.

Lin Xiaoya was not someone who could not accept defeat. Gritting her silver teeth, she looked unwillingly at Fu Miaotong opposite her. "I lost, but you definitely are not a match for my Senior Brother!"

Fu Miaotong withdrew her sword and stood upright. Looking at Xiao Yun and Chu Jingxiao behind Lin Xiaoya, she said disdainfully, "Which one of them is your Senior Brother? Let him come over. I will defeat him all the same!"

Lin Xiaoya flew into a rage and hurriedly said to Xiao Yun, "Senior Brother, hurry and teach her a lesson for me!"

"You were too hasty just now. Otherwise, you would not have lost so quickly." Xiao Yun gave Lin Xiaoya a few pointers, then stepped forward.

As her Senior Brother, he naturally had to stand up for his Junior Sister.

Looking at Fu Miaotong opposite him, Xiao Yun said blandly, "I will not bully you. If you can make me take one step back, you win."

"What a boastful tone!" Just like Lin Xiaoya earlier, Fu Miaotong was immediately provoked.

At once, Fu Miaotong thrust her sharp treasured sword at Xiao Yun.

Sword light flashed, and the blade's edge was chilling, sending a shiver through all who saw it.

Yet facing this incomparably sharp strike, Xiao Yun merely thrust a palm forward. A massive Taiji Diagram appeared and, following the momentum of his palm, sent Fu Miaotong staggering backward again and again.

"Taiji Divine Palm!"

Not far away, Wan Yanghui, the Taishang elder of the Primordial Sacred Land, narrowed his eyes. The way he looked at Xiao Yun immediately became more serious.