Divine Bloodline

The Ghost Sword Successor was far too famous in Jiangyun Kingdom.

The Saintess herself had once been a Ghost Sword Successor.

Those who could become Ghost Sword Successors were almost all geniuses blessed with outstanding talent and extraordinary comprehension.

If Zhao Yi could defeat a Ghost Sword Successor today, his name would surely resound far and wide!

Chu Feiyang shook his head with a soft laugh, staring at Zhao Yi. "You underestimate the Ghost Sword Successor too much!"

"You opened seven Spiritual Apertures. If you truly had the ability, you would have defeated me long ago!"

Zhao Yi looked utterly disdainful.

"I only used thirty percent of my strength!"

Chu Feiyang shook his head.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Yi's expression changed.

Whoosh!

Chu Feiyang's aura suddenly surged, and his speed doubled from before. He rushed straight before Zhao Yi and unleashed over a dozen consecutive strikes with the perfected Blazing Fire Fist.

Bang bang bang bang!

Blazing fists rained down wildly upon Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi's face changed drastically. He hurriedly used the Human Tier High-grade defensive martial skill Wolf Fang Fist, but after blocking several blows, he could no longer endure. His entire body was sent flying, and he landed at the edge of the crowd before passing out.

All the disciples present were stunned by the sight, especially those who knew Zhao Yi's strength and background.

"It wasn't that Zhao Yi was too weak—it was that Chu Feiyang was too strong!"

"Chu Feiyang is a Ghost Sword Successor. His talent and comprehension certainly aren't lacking!"

"In the future, we inner and outer disciples probably won't have many good days ahead!"

These disciples often carried out missions together. If they encountered Chu Feiyang, their only option would be to flee.

Chu Feiyang would become a genius among the younger generation.

"In the third match, Chu Feiyang, an inner disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, wins!"

Even the presiding elder was startled by Chu Feiyang's strength. He had not expected him to have concealed his strength from the beginning, nor had he expected him to be a Ghost Sword Successor who had yet to display his strongest swordsmanship.

The Grand Elder of Qingyun Sect and the other elders were secretly astonished. The strength Chu Feiyang had displayed so far was even greater than Qin Yu's last year.

"Hahaha!"

The Grand Elder forced out a smile, then clapped several times. "As expected of a Ghost Sword Successor. With the Imperial Dao Sect obtaining a Ghost Sword Successor, it will likely rise among the first-rate sects in the future!"

Xie Kuang replied politely, "Qingyun Sect has obtained a disciple with a Scrap Bloodline. If he can truly be nurtured into a second Ancient Emperor Tuoshe, then Qingyun Sect will not merely become a first-rate sect—it may leap in a single bound to the ranks of the foremost sects on Xuanhuang Continent!"

"Now that this sparring exchange has ended, Elder Xie should remain at Qingyun Sect for a few more days, so that I may fulfill my duties as host!"

The Grand Elder said.

"Hahaha, good!"

Xie Kuang laughed as well.

However, Nalan Xin suddenly said, "Elders, this sparring exchange has not ended yet, has it? There is still the second round of sparring!"

"Lu Ren is clearly no match for either of you. There is no meaning in continuing. Sparring is meant to display one's strength, and all six of you have already demonstrated yours!"

The Grand Elder had not expected Nalan Xin to want a second round of sparring.

Although Lu Ren was not weak, Nalan Xin's Serpent Steps were too formidable. Lu Ren was no match for her, and he was even less of a match for Chu Feiyang.

Yet Xie Kuang smiled and said, "Elder Meng, sparring should determine victory and defeat. Do you have so little faith in your own disciple? Why not let him give it a try?"

As the Grand Elder hesitated, Lu Ren walked over and smiled. "Since you want to spar, then let's continue."

Seeing that Lu Ren had agreed as well, the Grand Elder nodded. "In that case, rest for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea and recover your strength first!"

After saying that, he plopped down onto his seat and lifted his teacup to drink.

Lu Ren went to rest beside Yun Qingyao.

"Lu Ren, are you confident you can defeat Nalan Xin?"

Yun Qingyao could not help asking tentatively. Ever since Lu Ren had displayed his strength, she had found herself unable to see through this disciple of hers.

Lu Ren nodded. "I actually opened seven Spiritual Apertures. Defeating her is not difficult. I did not use my full strength in my battle with Li Jing just now either!"

At this sparring exchange, his goal was to defeat all three people from the Imperial Dao Sect. Naturally, he had to keep some tricks up his sleeve.

"What did you say?"

Yun Qingyao pointed at Lu Ren and said resentfully, "Once this sparring exchange is over, if you do not tell your master the whole story from beginning to end, just see how your master deals with you!"

The time it took to drink a cup of tea quickly passed.

Without needing the presiding elder to announce it, Lu Ren and Nalan Xin stepped onto the arena from opposite directions, facing each other ten meters apart.

"Lu Ren, I never expected a Scrap Bloodline like you to cultivate both Fierce Tiger Fist and Spirit Cat Steps to perfection. You injured Li Jing, and I'm here to settle that score with you!"

Nalan Xin said coldly.

Lu Ren said, "You injured Senior Sister Yang Rong. If anyone should settle a score, it should be me!"

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"

With a light shout, Nalan Xin darted forward and struck fiercely at Lu Ren with a palm, as swift as thunder.

That single palm actually generated a startling gust of wind.

Fierce Tiger Fist!

Lu Ren did not dodge. He threw a punch, choosing to meet her head-on.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided, and both of them retreated three steps.

Of course, Lu Ren had not used all his strength. He wanted to experience the Serpent Steps for himself. If he had used his full strength, that punch alone would have defeated Nalan Xin.

After steadying herself, Nalan Xin once again used the Serpent Steps. Her body glided around Lu Ren like a spirit snake, continuously attacking his vital points.

Not only was her figure supple, even her arms were extraordinarily flexible. Her palm pressed downward like a snake's head, biting toward Lu Ren!

Eighteen Snake Spirit Bites!

Puff puff puff puff!

Her fierce palm strikes were like spirit snakes tearing and biting through the air, even producing hissing sounds as they savagely struck forth.

"A Human Tier High-grade Martial Skill, Eighteen Snake Spirit Bites! She has actually cultivated twelve bites. With this palm technique paired with her Serpent Steps, she is practically invincible in close combat!"

"Lu Ren is probably going to lose with just Fierce Tiger Fist and Spirit Cat Steps!"

A trace of worry appeared on many elders' faces.

"Lu Ren..."

Seeing this, Yun Qingyao was worried as well. She was not afraid that Lu Ren would lose, but that he would be injured. Even with seven Spiritual Apertures opened, he still held no great advantage against such an opponent.

Eight Trigram Palm!

Lu Ren moved both hands, forming something like a millstone. With simultaneous deflection and counterattack, he blocked every snake-bite-like palm strike.

"Palms like the Eight Trigrams, unmoving as King Ming—he has cultivated the Eight Trigram Palm to perfection as well!"

The Grand Elder drew in a sharp breath. This meant Lu Ren had cultivated all three Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection. It was simply unimaginable.

"Two months to cultivate three martial skills to perfection—what kind of talent is this?"

The Grand Elder exclaimed.

"He did not cultivate them for two months. He cultivated for only one month before returning all three martial skills to me!"

Elder Qiu of the Martial Arts Pavilion was incomparably shocked.

Only then did he recall what Lu Ren had said. Lu Ren had said that he had already cultivated them, but Elder Qiu had not taken it seriously. Thinking back now, Lu Ren had not merely cultivated them—he had very likely already cultivated all three to perfection.

"One month to cultivate three Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection—the testing stele must have been wrong. Lu Ren is absolutely not a Scrap Bloodline; he is very likely a Divine Bloodline!"

"A Divine Bloodline—Qingyun Sect is destined to flourish!"

The Qingyun Sect elders in the VIP seats shouted excitedly.