First Battle: Yu Tianheng

Watching Chen Xi continuously write in midair, Yu Tianheng's eyes filled with wariness. While guarding against mental attacks, he swiftly moved around.

"First Spirit Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw."

Yu Tianheng stretched out one hand. Fine scales covered his arm, while flashes of lightning continuously flickered across it.

Just as Yu Tianheng closed in on Chen Xi, his lightning-wreathed arm swung toward him.

Feeling the gust of wind from the attack, Chen Xi directly released the Pen of Destiny. As he dodged Yu Tianheng's attack, he used Soul Power to control the Pen of Destiny, writing one mental attack character after another in midair.

Wave after wave of mental attacks erupted and struck toward Yu Tianheng. Just as Yu Tianheng was distracted by the mental attacks, Chen Xi seized the opportunity, clenched his hand into a fist, and punched Yu Tianheng.

Originally, Chen Xi had wanted to hit Yu Tianheng in the head, but because he was not tall enough, he had no choice but to settle for punching Yu Tianheng in the abdomen.

A force equal to his Mental Power struck Yu Tianheng's abdomen, causing his eyes to widen involuntarily as his body bent over.

A pained cry escaped Yu Tianheng's mouth.

While forcibly resisting the mental attacks, Yu Tianheng's second spirit ring flashed beneath his feet.

"Second Spirit Skill: Thunderous Ten Thousand Jun!"

"Second Spirit Skill: Phantom Bird Moon Dance Slash!"

Yu Tianheng and Chen Xi used their spirit skills almost simultaneously.

Wild lightning serpents roamed around Yu Tianheng's body before spreading outward.

Chen Xi's body gradually became illusory. He reached out and grabbed the Pen of Destiny, then swept it through the air, unleashing more than a dozen Moon Dance Slashes at Yu Tianheng.

Feeling the slight pain caused by the lightning serpents striking his body, Chen Xi felt that the fifty-percent immunity effect of his Second Spirit Skill was genuinely quite good.

The Moon Dance Slashes continued attacking Yu Tianheng's mind.

Seeing Yu Tianheng's dazed expression, Chen Xi gripped the Pen of Destiny tightly. Massive Mental Power poured into it as he swung it toward Yu Tianheng.

The feather pen was light and airy, but the Mental Power attached to it made Yu Tianheng feel Soul Shock with every hit.

When Yu Tianheng fell to the ground, Chen Xi put away the Pen of Destiny, and his fists descended upon Yu Tianheng like raindrops.

The feeling of every punch landing solidly made Chen Xi feel rather exhilarated.

After beating him for around three minutes, Chen Xi looked at the completely unconscious Yu Tianheng, recalled his martial soul, then turned toward the host at the side with a harmless smile.

"The match is over."

"The winner is our Feather Pen contestant."

As soon as the host finished speaking, Chen Xi wiped away nonexistent sweat from his forehead and headed toward Yang Wushuang.

"What a satisfying battle."

Chen Xi quietly sighed to himself.

Meanwhile.

Yang Wushuang looked at the situation in the spirit arena and revealed an expression that was difficult to describe.

If he remembered correctly, Chen Xi should have been a spirit master specializing in mental attacks. But why had a mental attack spirit master just stubbornly endured the lightning serpents and used a feather pen to smack Yu Tianheng?

Wouldn't the result have been the same if he had simply kept his distance and bombarded Yu Tianheng with mental attacks?

But on second thought, Chen Xi had only awakened his martial soul a few days ago. Reaching this level was already very impressive.

After all, combat experience had to be accumulated bit by bit.

"Uncle Yang, how was my performance?"

Chen Xi came before Yang Wushuang and asked eagerly.

"Considering that you only awakened your martial soul not long ago, your performance was already very good."

"But I think you could have done even better..."

Yang Wushuang pointed out each of the mistakes Chen Xi needed to correct.

Chen Xi listened very seriously, correcting them in his mind and making up for his shortcomings.

Inside the VIP box.

"Big Brother, Yu Tianheng lost. Should we take some action?"

Yu Luomian asked in a low voice.

However, the response he received was a dissatisfied look.

"Take action?"

"What action?"

"Tianheng lost in the spirit arena because he was weaker than his opponent. Are we supposed to go make trouble over that?"

"Tianheng should reflect on why, when they are both Soul Grand Masters and he is several years older, he still lost to his opponent."

"Remember, a dragon will always be a dragon, and dragons must have the pride of dragons. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan does not do things like bullying the young with the old."

"Go bring Tianheng back."

Yu Yuanzhen patted Yu Luomian on the shoulder, then walked out with his hands behind his back.

Yu Luomian watched Yu Yuanzhen's departing figure, then finally turned his gaze toward Yu Tianheng in the spirit arena and headed in his direction.

Meanwhile.

In the spectator stands.

Chen Xi ate pastries while seriously watching the matches in the spirit arena.

Chen Xi discovered that watching more battles between spirit masters was genuinely useful.

At the very least, it was extremely useful for someone like Chen Xi, whose martial soul had only recently awakened.

Time passed bit by bit.

Just as Chen Xi was absorbed in watching, Yang Wushuang suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Xiao Xi, it's getting late."

"We should head back. We can come to the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena again tomorrow."

Yang Wushuang's voice was very soft.

Chen Xi came back to his senses and nodded slightly at Yang Wushuang.

"Uncle Yang, then let's go back."

Chen Xi rose from his seat and followed Yang Wushuang out of the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

Walking through the dim streets, Yang Wushuang and Chen Xi headed straight for the residence where they lived.

Upon arriving before the residence, Chen Xi had barely pushed open the door when he saw a familiar figure.

"Uncle She Long!"

Chen Xi called out and walked toward She Long.

"You're back."

"I've already prepared the Medicinal Bath. Go soak in it first. Yang Wushuang and I have something to discuss."

She Long reached out and rubbed Chen Xi's head.

"Okay, Uncle She Long."

Chen Xi agreed, glanced back at Yang Wushuang, and headed toward the room for the Medicinal Bath.

After Chen Xi left.

She Long turned his gaze toward Yang Wushuang, while Yang Wushuang gave She Long a slight bow.

"Yang Wushuang, the Iridescent Poison you prepared last time has already been used up. The young master wants you to prepare some more and send it to the palace afterward."

She Long's expression turned serious.

"This subordinate understands."

"At most, I can prepare new Iridescent Poison within two or three days."

Yang Wushuang thought for a moment before giving an approximate timeframe.

Hearing this, She Long merely nodded lightly and waved his hand at Yang Wushuang.

After receiving She Long's signal, Yang Wushuang immediately headed toward his room.

Meanwhile.

After Chen Xi finished soaking in the Medicinal Bath, she headed toward her room.

After returning to her room, Chen Xi pondered briefly before sitting cross-legged beside the bed and entering a meditative cultivation state.

Although meditative cultivation could not truly replace sleep, it greatly relieved fatigue. Given her current mental state, if she cultivated throughout the night, she would still be full of energy tomorrow.