Defeating Chu Wuyue

The news of Qin Yuan emerging from seclusion spread through the True Disciple ranks like the wind.

Almost at the same moment, Chu Wuyue opened his white eyes.

"Finally... I've waited long enough."

He rose and walked barefoot out of the thatched hut. With one step, he arrived at the edge of Moonless Peak. With another, his figure vanished.

At the summit of Blazing Peak, Qin Yuan had just stepped out of the main hall when he sensed that rapidly approaching aura.

It was powerful.

More powerful than any opponent he had encountered before.

It was even... no weaker than his current self.

A figure appeared out of thin air on the summit platform—black hair, white eyes, bare feet, black robes. It was Chu Wuyue.

The two stood ten zhang apart, their eyes meeting.

"Qin Yuan?" Excitement gleamed in Chu Wuyue's white eyes.

"Chu Wuyue?" Qin Yuan replied calmly.

"I heard you climbed from seventeenth to seventh in four days and crippled Duan Tianlang with three punches." Chu Wuyue grinned. "I came to see whether it was true."

Qin Yuan looked at him. "How?"

"Fight me." Battle intent blazed in Chu Wuyue's white eyes. "Defeat me, and you'll be number one. Lose... and I'll spare your life, but you must promise to fight me once every month from now on."

It was straightforward logic, pure battle intent.

Qin Yuan nodded. "Fine."

"Wonderful!" Chu Wuyue laughed. "Here?"

Qin Yuan glanced around. "Let's go to the Dao Discussion Platform. This place can't withstand the damage."

"Sure."

The two set off at the same time, turning into two streaks of light as they flew toward the Dao Discussion Platform halfway up Sect Master Peak.

The news swiftly spread.

"Qin Yuan is out of seclusion! Senior Brother Chu went to find him!"

"They're going to duel at the Dao Discussion Platform!"

"Quick! Go watch!"

The True Disciple ranks erupted.

Han Bing, Tie Zhan, Ye Qingshuang, Su Lie... every True Disciple, regardless of rank, surged toward the Dao Discussion Platform. Even the elders of each peak emerged from seclusion one after another to watch this pinnacle showdown.

On the Dao Discussion Platform, Qin Yuan and Chu Wuyue stood facing each other.

Several hundred people had already gathered below the platform, a dense sea of heads, yet not a sound could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for this battle that could reshape the True Disciple ranks.

The presiding elder stepped onto the platform with a grave expression. "A True Disciple challenge disregards life and death, but ends when one side admits defeat or loses the ability to fight. Now, begin!"

The instant his words fell, Chu Wuyue moved first.

Without warning or buildup, he vanished from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he was already behind Qin Yuan, his pale palm pressing toward Qin Yuan's back!

He was so fast that most disciples below the stage failed to see his movements clearly!

Yet Qin Yuan seemed to have anticipated it. Without even turning his head, he struck backward with his palm.

"Boom—!!!"

The two palms collided, unleashing a terrifying shockwave! The Dao Discussion Platform's protective formation shook violently, its light flickering erratically, while the disciples in the front rows staggered back again and again!

Their first exchange ended evenly matched!

Surprise flashed through Chu Wuyue's white eyes, only to turn into even fiercer battle intent. "Good! You haven't disappointed me!"

His figure moved again. This time, it was no longer mere speed, but something bizarre.

Though he was clearly on the left, the attack came from the right. Though he charged forward, his figure appeared behind Qin Yuan. Illusion and reality interwove, truth and falsehood blended together, dazzling the eye and making him impossible to guard against.

Below the platform, Han Bing's face was solemn. "Senior Brother Chu's Illusory Moon Steps have already reached the realm of 'illusion and reality giving birth to each other.' With a single step, his true body and phantom become indistinguishable. He is impossible to defend against."

Tie Zhan said in a low voice, "Back then, I lost to this move."

Yet on the platform, Qin Yuan remained where he was, his feet not moving even half an inch.

No matter which direction Chu Wuyue attacked from, Qin Yuan always predicted it precisely and casually neutralized it. Palm met palm, fist met fist; every collision erupted with terrifying spiritual-power fluctuations, making the Dao Discussion Platform's formation hum loudly.

Thirty exchanges passed.

Chu Wuyue suddenly stopped. His white eyes fixed on Qin Yuan as he said slowly, "You... saw through my movement technique?"

Qin Yuan replied calmly, "An illusion is still an illusion. No matter how real it seems, there will always be flaws."

"Interesting." Chu Wuyue grinned, and his aura suddenly changed!

No longer strange, no longer illusory—it became incomparably heavy, incomparably solid! He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers as an illusory full moon appeared in his palm.

The full moon slowly revolved, radiating cold, clear brilliance. Wherever that glow passed, even space seemed to freeze.

"Take this move of mine—Moonlight Overwhelms the Heavens!"

With those words, the full moon abruptly expanded into something a hundred zhang wide, bearing the might to suppress heaven and earth as it slowly pressed down toward Qin Yuan!

It was not fast, but slow.

So slow that everyone below the stage could clearly see the moon's descending path, so slow that time itself seemed to have slowed.

Yet everyone could feel an irresistible force of suppression locking down the entire Dao Discussion Platform! The disciples below went pale, and those with weaker cultivation even collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe!

This was Chu Wuyue's signature ultimate technique—using the power of moonlight to suppress space, sealing off every possible route of evasion and forcing his opponent to take the attack head-on!

Facing this heaven-shattering, earth-destroying strike, Qin Yuan finally moved.

He stepped forward.

Just one step.

Then he clenched his right hand into a fist and slowly raised it.

There was no radiance, no phenomenon, not even a ripple of spiritual power.

He merely raised his fist simply, and then—

He punched upward.

"Break."

As the word left his lips, his fist collided with the full moon.

Time seemed to freeze at that instant.

The next moment—

"Crack—!!!"

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared across the hundred-zhang moon's surface. Starting from the fist mark, they rapidly spread across the entire moon!

"Boom—!!!"

The full moon exploded, turning into a rain of light that filled the sky!

Chu Wuyue gave a muffled groan and staggered back three steps. For the first time, disbelief appeared in his white eyes.

His strongest suppression technique had been shattered by a single punch?

A deathly silence fell below the platform.

Han Bing, Tie Zhan, Ye Qingshuang, Su Lie... every True Disciple stood frozen.

How many challengers had Chu Wuyue's Moonlight Overwhelms the Heavens suppressed? Even Senior Sister Yun, ranked second, had suffered under this move before.

Yet now, Qin Yuan had shattered it with one punch?

On the platform, Qin Yuan withdrew his fist and looked at Chu Wuyue. "Do you still want to continue?"

Chu Wuyue stared at him, light flickering in his white eyes. After a long while, he suddenly laughed. "Hahaha! Good! What a Qin Yuan! I lost!"

He laughed freely, without the slightest hint of dejection. "From today onward, you are the number one True Disciple. I, Chu Wuyue, am utterly convinced!"

Once he finished speaking, he turned and stepped off the platform, without dragging things out in the slightest.

Below the platform, the presiding elder took a deep breath and announced loudly:

"The challenge is over—Qin Yuan wins!"

He looked toward the True Disciple stele.

The name "Chu Wuyue" in first place slowly dimmed and shifted down one rank.

A new name appeared:

[First Place: Qin Yuan, Fifth Peak True Disciple, Golden Core Peak.]

In one month, he had risen from an outer disciple to the number one True Disciple.

The entire crowd fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at that name on the stone stele, then at the gray-robed figure on the platform.

Lin Qing'er covered her mouth as tears silently rolled down her face.

Zhou De, Zhao Tiezhu, and the others trembled from head to toe in excitement.

Han Bing and Tie Zhan exchanged a glance, each seeing the bitterness and reverence in the other's eyes.

Ye Qingshuang and Su Lie wore even more complicated expressions—they could not even withstand a single move from Chu Wuyue, while Qin Yuan had shattered Chu Wuyue's strongest ultimate technique with one punch.

The gap was so vast that it drove people to despair.

On the platform, Qin Yuan withdrew his gaze and slowly walked down.

Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically parted to make a path.

Every gaze was fixed on him.

There was worship, reverence, jealousy, and fear.

But his expression remained unchanged, as if the opponent he had just defeated had been nothing more than an ordinary foe.

Number one True Disciple?

This was only the beginning.

The Hundred Sects Competition, the Nascent Soul threshold, a broader world...

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