Chapter 23

The moment he appeared, thunder rumbled over the arena. Rolling storm clouds surrounded him, lending him an imposing air, as though no one could stand in his way.

The watching cultivators were stunned by his overwhelming presence and rushed to bet on Lei Jiajia.

Ye Zhenzhen promptly had Ye Qingchuan bet a hundred thousand Superior Spirit Stones on their eldest senior brother. People nearby stared. "Even if they're from the same sect, there's no need to be such a fool and throw away that many Spirit Stones."

"Exactly. Ye Qinghui doesn't even have an Inner Core. He got lucky and won before, but how could he beat an expert like Lei Jiajia now?"

[How? Because we have the Bodhi Spirit Pill, and...]

That morning, for the seventh day in a row, Ye Qinghui watered the Ten-Thousand-Year Bodhi Tree's seed with Weak Water. The seed suddenly burst into flame and burned itself to ash. Then a luminous green pearl appeared amid the fire, leaping through the flames and flashing with dazzling light.

The Bodhi seed had risen from the ashes!

People had always said a Phoenix could be reborn from fire. No one would have imagined that, purified by the purest Weak Water in the world, the seed of the Ten-Thousand-Year Bodhi Tree could also be reborn and transform into a Bodhi Spirit Pill.

The pill's green radiance grew ever brighter. At a glance, it was clearly a divine treasure that gathered the essence of heaven and earth.

Ye Qinghui placed the pill in his inner abode. Spiritual energy surged toward him from every direction, and his long-parched dantian gradually began to fill.

By the time he stood in the arena, Ye Qinghui found that his cultivation had recovered to sixty or seventy percent of its peak, though he had yet to regain his full strength.

[The Bodhi Spirit Pill still needs two or three days to fuse with his body. But with the spiritual power eldest senior brother has now, plus the secret weapon I gave him, he has more than enough to handle Lei Jiajia.]

"What secret weapon?" Ye Qingyao asked curiously.

[You'll find out soon.] Ye Zhenzhen deliberately pursed her little lips and kept them guessing.

Ye Zhenzhen: I'm rich! I'm rich!

Wishing everyone a prosperous New Year too! O(∩_∩)O

Chapter 23

Heavenly Thunder Pavilion had always been a sect that marched to its own drum. From its Sect Leader and elders down to its disciples, every one of them was blunt and hot-tempered, with little tact to speak of.

"Our Jiajia has a supreme-grade Thunder Spiritual Root, the likes of which appears only once in a century. Even Shen Xingyan lost to him and had his hair burned off by his Heavenly Thunder. What's Ye Qinghui without an Inner Core? He'll be lucky if that lightning leaves him alive." With those words in front of the crowd, the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion's Sect Leader offended two major sects at once.

"Exactly! Senior Brother Lei's Heavenly Thunder is immensely powerful. He's sure to win the Immortal Sects Grand Tournament this time." The disciples beside him chimed in and bet everything they owned on Lei Jiajia.

Watching nearby, Immortal Venerable Shen glanced at the embarrassed Shen Xingyan, then narrowed his eyes at the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion's Sect Leader. He dared disparage my son. I won't forget this.

Praised publicly by his Sect Leader, Lei Jiajia grew even more arrogant. Invisible Thunderforce coiled around him, and electric flashes accompanied every step he took.

Eager to win, he unleashed his full power from the start. Ten thousand bolts of lightning gathered at his fingertips, forming a Thunderball in midair that stood half as tall as a person and held boundless power.

He sent the enormous Thunderball hurtling toward Ye Qinghui. It was about to swallow his opponent whole.

"Lei Jiajia's gone too far! A Thunderball that big could kill someone!" a spectator said anxiously.

Yet Immortal Venerable Shen and the other tournament judges saw that Lei Jiajia's vicious attack threatened Ye Qinghui's life and did nothing to stop the match. Ye Ruheng had already returned to his sect, leaving Ye Qinghui with no one to back him up.

At that life-or-death instant, Ye Qinghui remained calm and fearless. A dragon's roar rang through the heavens. Wind rose beneath his feet, and he raised the Flowing Light Sword, chopping the massive Thunderball into countless fragments as easily as slicing melons and vegetables. Then he swung his sword at Lei Jiajia.

Lei Jiajia: ?

Had it started?

It was already over.

Struck by fragments of his own Thunderball, he collapsed on the platform, covered in soot and smelling of char. Even his hair caught fire and stood on end.

What had just happened? How had Ye Qinghui shattered his Thunderball with a sword? That Thunderball held enough power to destroy heaven and earth. It was supposed to be indestructible!

"It's Dragonblood Stone! There's Dragonblood Stone on Ye Qinghui's sword!"

"Dragonblood Stone is the essence formed from an ancient divine dragon's blood. It can break through anything, even lightning."

"How did Ye Qinghui get Dragonblood Stone? It's a treasure that appears only once in a thousand years! A single piece is worth a million Superior Spirit Stones!"

As the crowd buzzed, Ye Zhenzhen merely blew a stream of drool bubbles. [What's so special about Dragonblood Stone? I've got dozens more pieces.]

The Heavenly Thunder Pavilion's Sect Leader had expected his beloved disciple to dispatch his opponent in no time. Instead, his disciple had been knocked out in a single blow. It felt as though someone had slapped him across the face. Too ashamed to stay, he hurried out of the arena.

The Heavenly Thunder Pavilion disciples, who had bet everything they owned, followed him in anguish.

No one tended to the injured Lei Jiajia. The poor fellow sat slumped on the ground, battered all over. The mighty figure he had cut earlier now looked just as pitiful.

Seeing this, Ye Qingyao kindly stepped forward to heal him.

Lei Jiajia had been like a defeated lion, wounded in body and spirit, his face full of despair. But when he saw Ye Qingyao's radiant, peerless face and felt her gentle healing, his eyes suddenly lit up again. He felt he had found the light of his life.

[Another man is about to fall at senior sister's feet.] Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her senior sister was practically a goddess of light.

Immortal Venerable Shen had mixed feelings. Seeing the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion people get slapped in the face was immensely satisfying. But Ye Qinghui was stronger than he had imagined, and the Dragonblood Stone gave him another advantage. That left him worried.

He couldn't help turning to look at his son, Shen Xingyan.

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