Azure-Ming Peak, a contest of spells.
A sparring match was underway.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The Flintrock Coiling Dragon staggered back three steps, lava splashing beneath its claws, before barely steadying itself.
"It's rare for you to have time to spar with me."
The Dharma form behind Yu Zhaohua dissipated, her tone plaintive.
Though she liked challenging the strong, she had no taste for being abused.
Chen Beiwu's cultivation realm far surpassed hers. Even when he deliberately suppressed his cultivation to spar, it was still a one-sided crushing.
To defeat Chen Beiwu outright and win back a round, she would at least have to successfully become a True Lord.
"I wouldn't forget our agreement from back then."
Chen Beiwu smiled, bringing up the sparring matches he had promised her in the past.
Yu Zhaohua's expression softened. She pressed a hand down on her companion beast, whose eyes still held the resentment of defeat. "That might fool a young girl. Go on, what do you need me for?"
Important people were busy!
Chen Beiwu cultivated diligently in seclusion every day. He occasionally even took leave from his regular lectures in the sect, suspending his teaching and drawing considerable complaints from the immortal sect's students. But some students believed that, aside from his talent, this single-minded devotion to the Dao was precisely why Chen Zi'ang had risen from humble origins and overpowered the prodigies of the great Dao Venerable Immortal Clans, and they admired him all the more.
Yu Zhaohua had no interest in the immortal sect's rumors, but she did not believe Chen Beiwu would specifically clear his schedule to invite her just for their old agreement.
"During my training in the Earth Abyss, I collected a batch of fourth-tier profound materials. I want to have them refined into Pure True Pills