Martial arts and seductive flesh

Ye Chen and Wen Xue embracing in public didn't cause much of a commotion. Many mature and respectable people wanted to reprimand them, and some young and frivolous men and women also wanted to tease them, but they secretly scratched their heads, thinking their own strength was a bit lacking compared to the Heavenly Dragon Overlord Spear. Besides, face is usually given by others, but one loses face oneself, so it was best to pretend not to see. They could teach a lesson and ridicule someone else who did something so outrageous next time.
Nangong Min also happened to see this scene, but instead of rushing to tell his sister, he thought to himself: "I didn't expect her to be so eloquent, but she already has a man in secret. I'll find an opportunity to use this scandal to blackmail her for a night of pleasure; I'd be happy to lose ten years of my life for that."
As he thought this, he imagined Wen Xue's soft, white flesh writhing beneath him, causing him to feel numb on one side, his crotch bulging, making the passersby around him shudder.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner that Lanting was missing? I'd go tell Senior Brother Nie right now. Maybe we could unite against a common enemy and avoid a duel between you two."
Ye Chen gently stretched out his long arm to stop Wen Xue, saying, "Sister, you're too hasty. Even if we had evidence, let alone the fact that we have no proof, there are so many top experts in the Innate Taiji Sect. Even if Nie Qianque and I were tied together, we probably wouldn't be enough to fill their teeth."
Wen Xue said dejectedly, "It's still better than you attacking Senior Brother Nie first, right? It's a waste of fellow disciples, which only benefits Ning Wuji."
"Even if that's the case, then who should concede?"
This simple question stumped Wen Xue. Both of them had reasons why they couldn't afford to lose. Putting aside the factor of rescuing Mu Lanting, Ye Chen challenged the head of the Divine Martial Hall to ring the Golden Bell for himself, a fact known throughout the sect. If he conceded, he would never be able to hold his head high again. Conversely, if Nie Qianque conceded, how could he face succeeding as the sect leader of the Holy Land in the future?
Ye Chen then chuckled, "Besides, there are still four people left. We might not necessarily run into each other."
Wen Xue nodded, "That makes sense. The duel isn't something we can control, but you've seen their skills. Remember, nothing is more important than preserving your own life. If you can't win, think of another way. Don't force it."
Ye Chen smiled slightly, "When Fuyun Palace lent me the task of capturing Yin Zhongyu, you seemed to have said the same thing to me before I left."
"You still remember after all this time." Wen Xue felt a warmth in her heart. She straightened Ye Chen's clothes and continued, "Little Ye, you not only survived the natural disaster, but you also learned some remarkable martial arts."
The two walked to a secluded spot and calmly discussed the past of Zhiqing Palace, without any passion, but they no longer talked about the duel.
Wen Xue gazed at Ye Chen intently. What woman doesn't yearn for her man to be a towering hero? Nangong Shuo was elegant and gentle, respectful and frugal, but sadly he was gone forever. Nie Qianque was imposing and domineering, a rare young talent in her life, but unfortunately she didn't like him.
Ye Chen's heroism lay in his calm and composed demeanor.
She had never imagined that such a carefree and unperturbed young man could be called a hero.
Ye Chen never uttered grand words, nor did he display any domineering aura. He possessed only composure and responsibility, showing composure in the face of Ning Wuji, the world's top expert, and responsibility in challenging the chosen one, Nie Qianque.
Thinking of this, Wen Xue smiled and talked about her childhood anecdotes, but silently prayed in her heart: May Buddha and Bodhisattva bless Ye Chen with health and peace, and if any misfortune befall him, Wen Xue will bear it all, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of swords.
As dusk approached, Bai Guchan, shirtless and revealing his dark and muscular physique, personally struck the gong and announced loudly: "The first battle, Ning Wuji versus Hua Yin." Everyone in the Tianyuan
Sect, except for Nie Qianque and Ye Chen, felt a tightness in their hearts.
It seemed as if fate had its own design; what was meant to happen would happen, and there was no escaping it.
Hua Yin untied the Phoenix Dance sword from her side, and with a gentle flick of her wrist, the divine sword was unleashed, radiating a brilliant light like a phoenix spreading its wings. She walked slowly to the central arena, sword tip pointing to the ground, eyes fixed on the tassel, her slender feet perfectly positioned, quietly waiting for Ning Wuji to enter the arena.
The assembled heroes saw this beautiful young woman with her imposing presence... The moment he unleashed the "Asking the Heavenly Path" stance, one couldn't help but recall the unparalleled prowess of Hua Taixian, who wielded this sword with unparalleled skill.
Ning Wuji, still empty-handed, strolled up casually and smiled, saying, "Your father, the Master of Langya Pavilion, possessed unparalleled martial arts skills. It's a pity that he was a bit stubborn in the past, causing a great calamity in the martial world. Our sect leader is magnanimous and, for the sake of the greater good and evil, will not pursue the matter. I will naturally follow my master's orders. How about we stop here and fight to the last point?"
"Murong Feng is shameless and despicable, coveting my mother. He was killed by my father on the shore of Biyue Lake. The previous Master, Shang Hong, fearing retaliation from your Xiantian Taiji Sect, not only did he not protect our disciples, but he also tried to sever my father's wrist to cripple his martial arts and forcibly take Feng Tianwu to offer to Huangfu Zhengdao to atone for his sins. It was only thanks to my mother's life-saving rescue that we were able to escape." "Hua Yin spoke of this past event with extreme resentment, her tone rising three points higher than usual. She continued, 'Now you do not reflect on your own mistakes, but instead spread the infamy of the Tai Xian Tribulation throughout the world. It is utterly absurd.'
Ning Wuji said righteously, 'Afterwards, Hua Tai Xian led his men back to Langya Sword Tower, blinded Lord Shang in both eyes, and cut off the right hand of each of the seven sword masters, rendering them unable to use swords for life. You should know that the kindness of a master is as vast as the sea. Such inhumanity, cruelty, and violence are no different from the Demonic Path's Fengdu King Feng Xiandang.'
'I only regret that I could have been born twenty years earlier to kill these despicable villains for my father. Do not even think about shaking my sword heart and will. These old grudges you mentioned will only make Feng Tianwu sharper.'" "After Hua Yin finished speaking, she brandished her sword, its sharp aura stirring the void, instantly accompanied by the clear cry of a phoenix.
Ning Wuji laughed loudly, spreading his arms to the sides, assuming the magnificent and awe-inspiring Peacock King Fist.
The ornate stance accentuated his handsome and noble appearance, causing many young women and married women in the audience to flutter in their hearts, wishing they could submit to this martial arts prodigy.
Hua Yin remained unmoved, taking a step forward, transforming into a flying immortal, her brilliant sword light cascading like a waterfall from the heavens, her vast sword intent like a poem, plaintive and poignant.
Ning Wuji clenched his fist into a Buddhist mudra, charging towards Feng Tianwu.
This move, the Vajra Mother Buddha Stance, was an unavoidable, head-on killing move, not a conventional fist technique, but Ning Wuji had already set his sights on this seemingly ordinary move." Cold as frost, he gazed intently at the girl with snow-white cheeks, intending to conquer her with his righteous and domineering aura.
Fist shadows and sword light danced and flashed like dragons and snakes. Ning Wuji, unarmed against a sword, clearly had the upper hand in martial arts, but Hua Yin's unyielding character and unwavering swordsmanship, coupled with Feng Tianwu's unparalleled divine swordsmanship, meant she was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.
Witnessing their astonishing martial arts, Ye Chen was more shocked than in any of the previous matches. He had never imagined that martial arts could evolve to such an extent. Ning Wuji's powerful and vigorous fist techniques were both graceful and elegant, while Hua Yin's magnificent swordsmanship was both ruthless and powerful. Without the help of Master Mu and the Sun Sword Pill, even with his own high level of skill, he would find it difficult to match them.
"As the chief disciple of the Innate Tai Chi Sect, you are my sect's greatest enemy. You dare to be arrogant and underestimate me, not using the Golden Bridge of the Other Shore? Do you expect me to be grateful and fall in love with you? Wishful thinking! Today I will show you the power of the Langya Sword Tower!" Amidst the overwhelming sword light, Hua Yin's icy voice rang out.
The Holy Spirit Thirty-Three Heavens Sword was actually thirty-three sword intents, without fixed moves. Theoretically, it could incorporate any sword technique in the world. Therefore, Hua Yin's "Breaking Word Technique," though fast, was unpredictable. Each streak of cold light resembled an armor-piercing crossbow, capable of piercing even the most forged armor within two hundred paces. No matter how
high one's martial arts, being surrounded by hundreds of soldiers firing a barrage of armor-piercing crossbow bolts would be certain death.
Ning Wuji laughed nonchalantly, "Why not be my woman? If we unite, who knows what the future holds in conquering the six holy lands."
As he spoke, the area within several feet seemed to distort, transforming into an immeasurable sea of suffering, with a golden bridge spanning it, reaching the other shore. Feng Tianwu's rain of swords collapsed and scattered,
as if the rain had turned into a light mist.
Unlike others, Hua Yin's sword technique, though broken, did not diminish her momentum or conviction; in fact, it was even stronger. Even amidst hardship, her sword would transform into a divine vessel, riding the waves to annihilate powerful enemies.
"This is the 'Slaying' technique. Her father used this sword to sever half of the sleeve of the Grand Hall Master Huangfu, breaking his Peacock King Fist and Golden-Winged Roc King Fist. Ning Wuji's cultivation might not be able to counter it."
Bai Gu Chan said with genuine regret, "Unstoppable, slaying immortals and demons, settling scores—what a domineering and exhilarating sword intent! Alas… if Hua Taixian hadn't been misled by beauty and had combined her swords with Liu Guang, the balance of power between good and evil would likely be very different now."
Gao Yang also seemed heartbroken, "The Sect Master didn't intervene to suppress her because the six holy lands have always been united, and he couldn't bear to see them fight each other." "We hope the Lord of Langya Pavilion can understand our good intentions and repent."
The others echoed, "Huangquan Tianzun is kind-hearted and a beacon of example for us."
Tie Xiaohui sneered contemptuously. To flirt with someone's soon-to-be wife and be killed in return—such a shameless act was described as Hua Taixian forcibly abducting and bullying a woman from the Xiantian Taiji Sect. Sikong Huangquan's lack of action was probably due to his declining strength; his disciples had been relentlessly causing trouble for Langya Sword Pavilion for years, only to be defeated. It was truly a distortion of right and wrong, shameless and laughable… The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks.
Tie Xuanjia, seeing his sister's expression, knew she was about to speak sarcastically, so he coughed heavily.
"Such a man of such deep affection and integrity, I wonder when we will be able to meet him." Tie Xiaohui knew her limits; she couldn't create enemies for the family unnecessarily, but she still made a double entendre. Whether the elders understood or not, they naturally wouldn't stoop to the level of a young girl like her.
A phoenix's cry rang out, and amidst the misty sword shadows, Hua Yin resembled a phoenix rising from the ashes, soaring through the flames and thrusting her sword straight at the enemy. The
chilling sword light was brilliant and swift, and all the spectators felt that this sword strike was like a phoenix in fury, a deafening roar. If they were in Ning Wuji's shoes, they feared they would be overwhelmed by this invincible sword intent before the sword even touched them.
The Sky-Piercing Rainbow Sword was already upon them, and Ning Wuji's relaxed and teasing expression vanished, for the Golden Bridge on the Other Shore showed signs of collapse.
To break this move, one must possess extraordinary internal strength far surpassing that of the user. Hua Yin clearly could not reach the terrifying level of Hong Jingzang, but she wielded the Phoenix Dance Sword, a peerless weapon. It was said that even a mere glimpse of its blade from a distance would cut one's eyeballs. With this sword in hand, even a Martial Saint who could shatter the void could not withstand its edge with his bare body.
In a flash, the Immortal-Slaying Sword was already half an inch from his brow. Ning Wuji swiftly flicked his palm, his fingers already touching the spine of Feng Tianwu's sword.
"Crack!"
The Golden Bridge of the Other Shore, as expected, could not withstand the Thirty-Three Heavens Sword of Living Beings and shattered violently!
A powerful force, capable of conjuring thunder with a flick of the finger, erupted, and the shattered Golden Bridge was gathered back together by the strong wind.
But its form was no longer a bridge, but a great seal!
The Pangu Seal!
The unparalleled Tong Sheng Secret Manual, the Taiyi Xuanhuang Scripture, certainly did not have only one move.
Just like Mu Lanting had forcibly encouraged the Sun Sword Technique that day, Ning Wuji's expression was contorted with pain. He truly did not expect Hua Yin to force him to this point. Even the Innate Meridian Changing Technique could not make him endure Feng Tianwu's attacks. He had no choice but to use the Pangu Seal, which he had just begun to learn.
No matter how the heavens and earth crumble, as long as the Dharma Seal is activated, water, fire, and wind will immediately reunite, and peace will be restored to the world. This is "Stabilization," which surpasses even "Disarming," a powerful and magnificent divine technique that can immobilize an opponent.
Hua Yin's usually calm and composed expression finally changed. She had been pondering for a long time, painstakingly devising a way to break the Golden Bridge of the Other Shore and the Peacock King Fist, but she hadn't expected Ning Wuji to be so unfathomable. His hidden trump cards and ultimate techniques seemed endless, as if no matter what sword technique she used, he could provide a way to break it.
Ning Wuji keenly sensed that Hua Yin's confidence had been shattered. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took the opportunity to regulate his chaotic internal energy. He flicked his right finger to deflect the Phoenix Dance, and then struck out with his left palm in a way that seemed soft yet was actually strong, in an attempt to completely secure victory.
Hua Yin's sword momentum waned, and she could only retreat with a light step. However, the Tai Chi Palm, like a leech, clung to her like a shadow. First, she took a blow to her right shoulder, and as she stumbled, her back throbbed with excruciating pain. Then, she was struck solidly by another palm.
Even so, Ning Wuji had clearly held back; otherwise, with his skill, this palm strike would have shattered Hua Yin's spine and heart meridian.
"Haha, you would never understand this kind of protagonist's halo," Ning Wuji laughed triumphantly, ceasing his pursuit.
Hua Yin was both in pain and ashamed. Although the palm strike to her back wasn't fatal, the force of the blow had burned her delicate dress as if it had just been burned away. At first glance, it seemed unharmed, but in reality, the slightest movement would turn it into countless wisps of dust, exposing her completely naked back to the eyes of all the heroes of the world. How could she possibly live with herself then?
A cool breeze swept by, instantly refreshing her back, waist, and hips. The ribbon of her bra snapped, leaving her budding breasts without support. This embarrassment was worse than death. As Hua Yin stood frozen, filled with shame and indignation, a long robe was suddenly draped over her shoulders.
Her jade-like back and snow-white skin resembled solidified jade, faintly revealing a blush of rouge. Her figure was graceful, and her buttocks, lower back, and even the fine marks left by her bra were clearly visible… Ye Chen was closest to Hua Yin. Whenever he heard of Hua Taixian's temperament and behavior, he felt great admiration. Moreover, he couldn't bear to see a young girl humiliated in public. He tried to act as if nothing had happened as he walked into the central arena to cover Hua Yin's bare back.
But Xia Xiaoshi, standing behind them, was already blushing furiously, wishing he could curse them out. "You, brother, got to see everything clearly, but we only caught a glimpse of a white shadow, and you covered it all up! This is unbearable! "
Xia Qiao, standing beside him, also glared fiercely, snorting smoke, making Xia Xiaocao laugh until her eyes narrowed into slits.
Hua Yin was extremely grateful, covering her bare back and chest, and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Ye."
Ye Chen smiled and nodded in return, calming his mind, no longer lingering on the memory of that soft, snow-white skin. He adjusted his state, striving to reach a state of emptiness and clarity, preparing to face Nie Qianque, the strongest opponent standing in his heart.
Ning Wuji didn't linger or provoke them this time. Clearly, the Pangu Seal that suppressed heaven and earth had exhausted him considerably. After Chen Zhouyao announced the results, he immediately returned to his seat to meditate.
The war drums thundered on the perimeter. Nie Qianque had already entered the arena, staring at Ye Chen for a moment before calmly saying, "Make your move."
There was neither anger nor disdain, yet he subtly exuded an aura of an invincible war god.
Indeed, as the chief disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, a sacred martial arts sect, he was arguably among the top three masters of the younger generation. His cultivation had reached the seventh level of the Great Luo Realm, comparable to Ning Wuji in terms of realm, and his martial arts skills were approaching the peak of physical prowess. Even in the entire martial world, he was undoubtedly an outstanding first-rate figure, fully qualified to disregard the nouveau riche Ye Chen.
Ye Chen dared not be distracted and speak. At this moment, Nie Qianque was probably even more formidable than Lan Suiyun, requiring a fight to determine the victor. He was arguably the strongest enemy he had ever faced, the first towering peak in his life. Only by overcoming him could he achieve clarity and satisfaction.
The war drums ceased.
"End it!" Ye Chen roared, gathering all his power. He seemed like a thunder god opening his vertical eye, unleashing a heavenly tribulation. The earth-shattering thunder, carrying the domineering force to annihilate the world, swung forth.
Nie Qianque seemed never to retreat, always facing everything with overwhelming force. He drew circles in the air with his palms, effortlessly extending them into the thunderous, heavenly tribulation-like divine fist.
A deafening roar erupted as the two exchanged over a dozen blows in the blink of an eye. The sand, yellow earth, and withered grass within a radius of several feet were whipped up by the fierce and powerful gale, forming a tornado that enveloped the two of them. The onlookers heard only the rolling thunder in their ears, watching two blurry figures leaping and fighting with unparalleled speed amidst the flying sand and stones!
Wen Xue gripped her clothes tightly, desperately trying to see the two's movements clearly, but her cultivation was ultimately limited. After watching
for a while, her eyes began to ache and she felt dizzy. "Oh my, Ye Chen's martial arts are amazing! Everyone says Ning Wuji is incredibly talented, making rapid progress in martial arts, but I think he's far inferior to our Junior Brother Ye," Yan Lingxuan said with a smile.
Song Zikuang sighed, "It's a pity he'll never imagine how powerful Senior Brother's martial arts are. No matter how talented Ye Chen is, he can't beat him."
Gu Jinyue agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "Senior Brother is also incredibly talented, his martial arts have been honed through countless trials, and he has deeply inherited Master's teachings. He will surely become the leader of Tianyuan Sect in the future, leading thousands of disciples. Of course, he will never lose."
Bai Guchan, Li Fuchen, and the others focused intently on analyzing the two's martial arts through the sandstorm. Some of their moves and timing of energy application even gave them a sudden sense of enlightenment.
Ye Chen, at the center of the storm, had no intention of fighting again. He only felt Nie Qianque's fists and palms coming from all directions, lacking any subtle variations, only possessing a powerful and unyielding force.
The chaotic power within his body surged and churned like a raging sea, and the chaotic backlash that had long been soothed by the Record of Sun, Moon and Stars seemed to be shaken up again.
"I admit you have had a great encounter, and I admit you are a martial arts prodigy, but all your martial arts come from the outside world. Without years of hard training and integration, you can never reach the realm of doing as you please." Nie Qianque could not only speak, but also changed to attacking with only his left hand, while his right hand stretched out to the side, with delicate true energy rippling in his palm, encompassing heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, and the clamor of the mortal world.
He could concentrate on three things at once and condense the Heavenly Origin Exquisite Dao.
In an instant, he would strike the Heavenly Origin Starry Sky, and all his efforts would be in vain.
A dazzling celestial river streaked across the void, and Ye Chen's Prison-Suppressing Blade seemed to transform into a raging dragon, its massive jaws and fangs bared, poised to devour Nie Qianque.
Ye Chen's divine blade possessed unparalleled sharpness, cleaving even tornadoes and storms in two.
Flesh and blood could not withstand it.
Nie Qianque, who never retreated, could only choose to retreat, avoiding its edge.
"Senior Brother Nie, your martial arts philosophy has been shattered; you will only suffer defeat after defeat," Ye Chen said, standing with his blade held high, his demeanor exuding confidence.
"Is that so? If you could force me to retreat within the sect, I would respect my status and concede defeat. But in this central battlefield of the Champion's Tournament, there is no offense or defense, only victory, defeat, life or death." Nie Qianque paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to his eighth junior brother, Jiang Wanghen, and said, "Sword, come."
Ye Chen suddenly remembered that when he captured Yin Zhongyu in the snowy mountains, Mu Lanting had mentioned that Nie Qianque was known as a master of both fist and sword, but in the few times he had seen him fight, he had always
defeated his enemies unarmed. He really didn't know what kind of swordsmanship this exceptionally talented senior brother possessed. Jiang Wanghen's sword was actually personally taught by Nie Qianque and was named the Crimson Flame Sword. Its previous owner was naturally their master, Zeng Henshui.
The sword's blade would reflect a fiery red color under the sunlight, hence the name Crimson Flame. Although it was not as famous as top-grade divine weapons such as the Phoenix Dance or the Immortal Inheritance Sword, it was still a superior weapon capable of cutting through gold and jade, even surpassing the Prison Suppressing Blade forged from dark-patterned steel.
"Thinking back to that day when I clashed with Senior Brother Nie, I truly regret it. But no matter what, today I must fight with all my might to settle this score."
"For the woman I love, I'd risk my life... Heh..." Nie Qianque murmured softly, it was unclear whether he was talking to himself or responding to Ye Chen. He caught the Crimson Flame Longsword thrown by his junior brother, and immediately his steps were as light as a breeze. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and its light flickered, creating a large screen that enveloped Ye Chen's upper body.
Ye Chen didn't possess Ning Wuji's supreme defensive skills, but he seemed to have a natural talent for practical combat. He neither retreated nor blocked, but instead touched the ground, unleashing a burst of Heaven-Shattering Thunder. The violent shock completely shattered Nie Qianque's profound lightness skill. The Prison-Suppressing Light reappeared, and with a clear clang, sparks flew as he deflected the deadly Crimson Flame Sword.
"Haha! Excellent technique! Again!" Nie Qianque actually laughed, a rare occurrence for him. He channeled the Heavenly Yuan Exquisite Dao into his fingers, pressing them against the sword's edge. With a sweeping motion, nineteen streams of true energy, accompanied by the Crimson Lotus Snow Soul, instantly flowed into the Crimson Flame Sword.
Forging power into a weapon—this was originally a great divine ability possessed only by a single thought, but the difference was that Nie Qianque wasn't using it for inheritance or preservation, but rather to temporarily enhance the weapon's power for the purpose of killing the enemy.
A closer look revealed that beside the dazzlingly beautiful sword's edge, there was an extremely terrifying vortex of exquisite true energy. His finger strike seemed to have infused a silent weapon with life and a soul.
Ye Chen also felt that this battle wasn't just exceptionally dangerous, but also held an indescribable exhilaration, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, leaving his mind incomparably refreshed.
Their bones throbbed with a thunderous roar, unleashing the immense power of the Chaotic Yin-Yang Dao. Ye Chen poured all his life's learning into his longsword, each strike imbued not only with profound internal energy but also with his deep love for Wen Xue and his unwavering determination to sever his inner demons.
This time, there was no tornado to obscure their vision, but the clash of swords completely enveloped the two. Each clash of blades rippled with sharp, ethereal halos of energy, spreading outwards. Those with slightly weaker skills were already blinded and turned their heads to the side by the impact. To the eye, Ye Chen and Nie Qianque appeared to be engaged in an epic battle between two deities vying for supremacy in the Heavenly Court!
Ji Yunshui's eyes widened. "They're from the same sect, how could they be fighting amongst themselves?"
Gong Shuai smiled bitterly. "If I were Mr. Chunyu, and I had such an outstanding successor, I would treat him like an ancestor and never let them have any conflict."
"There will always be struggles between geniuses. If these two were to reconcile in the future, the Tianyuan Sect's power in twenty years would be unimaginable."
Ying Haoran from the Tianyuan Sect couldn't help but tremble. "Am I seeing things? Ye Chen can actually fight my senior brother to a standstill?"
"Is there any justice in this world? Ye Chen's martial arts are simply... simply..." Gu Jinyue and his fellow disciples, who had just been full of confidence in Nie Qianque, all turned pale!
Among everyone present, only Ning Wuji and Shangguan Langxuan were not particularly surprised.
Shangguan Langxuan thought to herself: He silently killed the sword monk Daoyu, and Mu Lanting obtained the Sun Sword Manual. The two of them are inseparable, there's no reason they shouldn't have some benefits. It's not surprising that he can stand on equal footing with Nie Qianque.
Ning Wuji shared similar thoughts: the Chaos Yin-Yang Dao was on par with the Taiyi Xuanhuang Scripture; how could ordinary martial arts possibly contend with it?
A loud clang rang out!
Nie Qianque and Ye Chen finally separated. They remained motionless for a long time when suddenly a crisp sound rang out, and the Zhenyu Blade had broken in two.
"You…" Nie Qianque's face was filled with disbelief.
The championship training ground was deathly silent. Ye Chen's blade was broken, but Nie Qianque showed no joy of victory. For a moment, no one could tell who had won.
Suddenly, Nie Qianque's face turned fiery red, while his hands turned a deep blue-green, tormented by the interplay of ice and fire. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he remained proud and stubbornly refused to fall, saying in a hoarse voice, "You won."
These three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Xie Suifeng, Jiang Xiaorou, and the others stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "What happened?"
Song Zikang also frowned deeply, wondering, "It doesn't seem like a simple injury from a martial arts competition. How does Ye Chen know the Revolving Ice and Fire Meridian?"
Only Yan Lingxuan shook her head and remained silent. Ying Haoran explained, "Senior Brother's injuries haven't actually healed, but he has developed a special internal energy technique to seal his ice and fire internal injuries and make them his own. It seems Ye Chen found Senior Brother's weak point in the seal, shattered it, and caused it to relapse..."
"Then this doesn't count as Senior Brother losing, right? If he were in good spirits, who knows who would win?"
"That's right, Ye Chen's knife was broken, so it should be a draw no matter how you look at it. Let's wait a few more months..."
Song Zikang said solemnly, "The outcome is known to all. Nie Qianque is no ordinary person; he would never make up some pointless excuses. Ninth Brother, if you say such childish things again, be careful that Master will punish you severely!"
Yin Mengbie stuck out her tongue and dared not say anything more.
Wen Xue's heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Her once diligent, simple, kind, and cheerful junior brother, Ye Chen, had actually defeated Nie Qianque!
In the future… no need for the future, from this moment on, he would be renowned throughout the world.
"Senior Brother Nie, you flatter me." Ye Chen, his inner demons broken, bowed respectfully, secretly channeling his inner energy into Nie Qianque's Xuanji, Tanzhong, and Zhongting acupoints, helping him suppress his internal injuries, making it difficult for him to even stand.
Nie Qianque let out a long breath, turned, and left the arena, appearing neither sad nor discouraged, but it was unclear whether his inner turmoil had been resolved.
Wen Xue stepped forward, giving Ye Chen an encouraging look, then took out medicine to treat Nie Qianque's injuries.
"Thank you for your trouble." The proud and arrogant Nie Qianque seemed to only speak with such humility towards Wen Xue.
Chen Zhouyao wiped away cold sweat, filled with admiration for these four top young masters. If they joined forces, his four brothers would likely be no match.
The cheers of the crowd resounded through the heavens!
"Perhaps we should rest a little longer..." Chen Zhouyao planned to rest for another night before the decisive battle tomorrow, but Ye Chen interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
Ye Chen said loudly, "When truly clashing with the demonic sects, no one will give so much rest time. Ning Wuji, come on."
"What an arrogant and ignorant brat! You've gained some temporary advantage, but be careful not to bite off more than you can chew! You really think you're someone important!" A tall girl from the Innate Taiji Sect shouted shrilly.
The force of the attack was like an arrow, as fast as lightning, knocking the girl back ten steps. Just as she was about to regain her footing, the remaining force surged again, knocking her back another ten steps. Finally, she was still unsteady on her feet and fell to the ground with a thud, immediately too frightened to open her mouth to provoke him again.
Ye Chen sneered. Today, he had defeated Nie Qianque, so it was only natural that he was in high spirits. The aura of a top expert had been formed, and he would not tolerate any idle words of disrespect. However, his use of his power to knock the girl away was not out of genuine anger, but rather to use this prestige to challenge Ning Wuji in one fell swoop.
Since they couldn't beat him in their normal state, they might as well try their luck while both of them were exhausted.
None of the spectators wanted to wait another night, but upon reflection, they all felt that no matter what, Ye Chen had fought two opponents, while Ning Wuji had at least rested for a while, giving him a slight advantage.
"Senior Brother Ning, be careful, it might be a trap
. Perhaps we should..." "Does he deserve my caution? Do you think I'm easily scared?" Ning Wuji raised an eyebrow, ignoring his junior brother's attempt to stop him, and stepped into the arena.
Chen Zhouyao turned back, his eyes seeking his master's opinion.
Bai Guchan nodded slightly.
"The final battle of the championship will be between Ning Wuji and Ye Chen. The winner will be the number one young genius of the righteous path!" Chen Zhouyao announced loudly, making the final announcement of the event.
Yuan Ye was none other than Ye Chen of the Tianyuan Sect. Nearly half the people in the training ground had heard of him, and even those who hadn't, no one had the time to care whether he was Ye Chen or Zhang Chen/Sun Chen. Enjoying the duel between these two star-like young masters was the only thing that mattered.
Ning Wuji, hands behind his back, sneered, "You're really arrogant, thinking you're invincible just because you beat Nie Qianque? I can see that if he hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have lost so humiliatingly. Hmph, ignorant fool, so cocky. Seeing you makes me furious."
Ye Chen said, "Useless trash, why are you talking so much? Just do it." "Little ant," Ning Wuji laughed, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but in a few days you'll be begging me to kill you."
For some reason, Ye Chen hated Ning Wuji very much. It wasn't just because of Mu Lanting, nor just because of his vicious words. He always felt that this person was different from others, not because of martial arts or anything like that. It was hard to describe exactly what made him different. If he had to put it into words, it was as if everyone else was blind, and only Ning Wuji had eyes.
He really couldn't understand what kind of mentality this was.
"Kidnapping women, attaching yourself to a Martial Saint—today I'll take away all those halos and show you that you're just an ordinary nobody." Ye Chen split his fists, using a "Ding Jia Mountain Split" move, one hand attacking the head, the other the center, the force cracking and imposing, but the technique was rather unremarkable.
Ning Wuji chuckled: "Haha, Tianyuan Long Fist? Are you out of your mind?" He swayed slightly, shifting sideways and then diagonally, easily dodging the punch with a simple Bagua Palm step.
Immediately afterward, Ye Chen's heavy punch transformed into a hammer, swinging in a wide arc from top to bottom—another move of Tianyuan Long Fist, "Tiger Descending the Mountain."
Two sharp cracks followed, still met with Bagua Palm. Ning Wuji seemed to want to see what tricks Ye Chen was up to, like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to deliver the killing blow.
"Was Ye Chen's sparring with Senior Brother that exhausting? Why is he even using beginner techniques?"
"Little Ye seems to have some kind of plan." "Wen Xue, whose pressure had mostly subsided, was also quite puzzled. This set of long fist techniques was taught to Ye Chen by her personally when he first started learning; it was similar to aerobics and had virtually no offensive power.
Nie Qianque seemed as usual, saying calmly, 'Schemes and tricks have no effect on Ning Wuji, but Ye Chen's moves are all reserved and full of hidden variations. I wonder what his purpose is.'
At this moment, Ning Wuji's eyes revealed deep disdain. 'I don't have time to play house with you.' He bent his index finger and thumb, while the other three fingers were straight, his hand forming the shape of a peacock feather. With a sweep of his hand, like a whirlwind delivering a dark blade, he moved with both softness and speed to slash Ye Chen's throat.
A smile appeared in Ye Chen's eyes as he roared, 'Behold my Heavenly Zen Blood Thunderbolt!'" A
crystal-clear sphere was already in mid-air.
Danger!
Ning Wuji was startled. He knew that the Heavenly Zen Blood Thunderbolt was the supreme magic weapon of the Blissful Heavenly Zen Temple. It was a secret incantation drawn with the blood of the Four Heavenly Kings to detonate gunpowder and diamond sand, with earth-shattering power. If one were in the center, death would be certain. Terrified, he didn't have time to think about the origin of this thing. He hurriedly withdrew his fist and used all his strength to retreat.
"I don't want to be blown up with you yet." Ye Chen leaped up, grabbed the Blood Thunderbolt and put it in his arms. He took a few steps forward, and the Chaotic Sky-Shattering Thunderbolt, which had been gathering power for a long time, was firmly planted in Ning Wuji's abdomen.
"Bastard..." Ning Wuji made a mistake, and the whole game fell apart. He was hit by this heavy punch and arched his body like a boiled shrimp. His clothes were torn in his lower abdomen. He felt his internal organs were churning and about to burst. Tears and snot almost flowed out.
"Haha, what a good trick to paralyze the opponent, a feint!" "Only Tie Xiaohui applauded and cheered.
Gao Yang exclaimed in shock and anger, "This Ye Chen dares to collude with the Blissful Heavenly Zen Temple to harm..." He stopped halfway through his sentence, then realized the strange looks from the others and found his list of accusations too embarrassing and laughable, so he didn't dare to continue.
The once mighty Ning Wuji was beaten and bent over, the shock far more terrifying than the Zhuxian Sword or the Pangu Seal.
Ye Chen roared, "Today I will make you suffer eternal damnation!"
The Heavenly Origin Exquisite Dao, with its galaxy-piercing power, swirled around his fingers, creating an incomparably domineering gust of wind. Ye Chen intended to crush Ning Wuji in one fell swoop.
The power of the punch sent Ning Wuji into hell. In his panic, he hurriedly used the Golden Bridge of the Other Shore to deflect most of the thunderous and raging force of the Heaven-Shattering Thunder. Before he could catch his breath, the top-tier killing move, the Heavenly Origin Exquisite Dao, had already struck!
The finger force was infinitely powerful, as if it could pierce through eternity.
"Ah!" "Ning Wuji had never been so passive in his life. He could only desperately use the Innate Meridian Changing Technique to try and withstand this overwhelming onslaught.
The Dingding Strike was struck by the dazzling golden Xuanhuang Qi, returning to its original state and splitting back into nineteen exquisite streams of true energy.
The Tianyuan Finger was no match for the Golden Bridge of the Other Shore, which was enhanced by the Innate Meridian Changing Technique. Even if anyone else in the entire arena were to break through Ning Wuji's defenses at this moment, they would not be able to do so.
"You stop here..." Ning Wuji had just stabilized his position and was about to launch a counterattack when suddenly a bright light appeared before his eyes, and a sharp, cold blade carrying boundless killing intent tore through the air!
Ye Chen's swordsmanship had no set pattern, only seeking speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. His continuous attacks were actually to conceal this earth-shattering strike."
But wasn't his sword already broken by Nie Qianque? Where did the second sword come from? Ning Wuji suddenly awoke, using the ultimate dodging lightness skill of the Innate Taiji Sect, "Golden Toad Leaps Over a Mountain of Blades," leaping like a giant golden toad over a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, narrowly dodging a fatal blow at the last second.
His heels barely touched the ground when the overwhelming killing intent mixed with a chilling, bloody wind surged forth once more.
A third sword? This time, Ning Wuji was finally at his wit's end; his clothes tore open, a line of blood spurting out, splattering across the central battlefield!
The entire arena fell silent, then erupted in unprecedented cheers and astonished discussions.
"Ye Chen first used basic moves to paralyze his opponent, then used hidden weapons to feint, followed by a powerful punch, then used the Heavenly Origin Exquisite Path to lure Ning Wuji to the southwest corner, kicked the broken sword, and finally picked up the other half to cleave it... Was this a spur-of-the-moment decision, or was it pre-planned?"
"Luck, it must be luck. How old is he? Is he even twenty? There's no way he could have planned this!"
The VIPs looked at each other, all thinking, "Who is Ning Wuji? He dodged five times and still couldn't gain the upper hand, even getting injured by a single blow. How could it be luck?"
"To achieve such terrifying real-world combat adaptability before the age of twenty... Besides the Demonic Sect's Brahma Qing, which other genius is as exaggerated as Ye Chen?"
Bai Gu Chan also said in a daze, "In another two or three years, how powerful will Ye Chen be? Were Ye Shang and Hong Jingzang this strong when they were in their twenties? When I was twenty, I couldn't even catch up with half of him."
The stronger Ye Chen became, the happier Tie Xuanjia was. He even considered going back to ask his father to marry his sister to him. With such a son-in-law, it wouldn't be difficult for him to become the head of the four great families in the future. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly glance at Ji Yunshui. Ji Liuguang of the Ji family had comprehended the supreme sword path at a young age, but he was still several years older than Ye Chen.
"Look, Ning Wuji seems to be going all out."
Everyone refocused their attention on the central arena, and they all became tense about this final battle.
Ning Wuji looked dejected. He sealed his acupoints to stop the bleeding, then his face contorted with rage as he roared, "I will tear you apart, crush you! No one will be able to stop me, not even if I abandon the Chaos Yin-Yang Dao!"
"Can you come up with some fresh words? You're trash, all talk and no action, yet you're covered in blood talking to me." Ye Chen feigned arrogance, but inwardly he was utterly shocked. His previous relentless attacks, all intended to kill, had only managed to injure Ning Wuji, not even enough to seriously wound him. He truly didn't know how he could possibly defeat this man.
"Let me show you what a true Martial Saint's Secret Manual is!" Ning Wuji pointed two fingers to the sky, reciting: "With unwavering resolve, I vow to save all living beings. In stillness, I move; with an equal mind, for the sake of convenience, I open the gates of all wonders; riding tigers and dragons to the Jade Capital, I create heaven and earth, refining the Tai Chi!" Ye
Chen focused intently, having exhausted all his hidden tricks. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was at his wit's end. Although Ning Wuji had suffered blows from fists and swords, he still possessed a trump card.
In an instant, the golden bridge beneath Ning Wuji's feet shattered into dust, which, combined with his Daoist incantation, transformed into a cosmic diagram, neither righteous nor evil, nearly innate, using the purest Xuanhuang True Qi to control the attack.
"I use the Xuanhuang True Qi from the Sacrifice to the Golden Bridge of the Other Shore to create the Qiankun Wuji Cannon. You're doomed! Mu Lanting is on the Hongwu Hero Tower right now; she'll watch me blast you to pieces."
Ye Chen looked back and indeed saw two people facing him from the top of the tower. Though he couldn't see their faces clearly, he felt a deep connection and knew it was Mu Lanting. He couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: "I never thought I'd die here. I can only pray that Senior Uncle Mu will protect Lanting."
Gao Yang smiled and said, "Legend has it that every time our sect's Qiankun Wuji Cannon is fired, it requires a sacred sacrifice of a divine skill, making it unusable for at least six months. Our senior brother gambled everything, using the Taiyi Xuanhuang Scripture as a catalyst. If he doesn't become a Quasi-Saint who can master all laws in a single thought, there's absolutely no chance of survival." " It
's over. It's a pity Ye Chen has already fought to this point. Besides him, what other young man in the world could push Ning Wuji to such a desperate situation?" "
It's clear that luck alone can't shake the foundation of a Martial Saint's successor. It's truly a pity; Ning Wuji has stifled another genius."
"A dead genius is no longer a genius. Perhaps he was destined to be just a stumbling block on Ning Wuji's path to sainthood." The others had also heard of it before .
The Qiankun Wuji Cannon was similar to the Holy Spirit Thirty-Three Heavens Sword. It was originally just a technique, but as one's skill deepened, its power became limitless. If Sikong Huangquan were to wield it personally, even the Seven Heroes of Jiangshan would be obliterated by a single shot.
The sky darkened, the sun and moon lost their light, and Ning Wuji unleashed a punch, sending forth a vast and boundless force!
Ye Chen could only concentrate all his power in his palms, attempting to defend himself.
In an instant, his body felt as if it were immersed in molten lava, on the verge of being pulverized at any moment.
The next instant, Ye Chen fell into the void and chaos.
Is this what death feels like? Ye Chen suddenly awoke; this was already the third... I've entered again.
Once it was the Snow Mountain Grottoes, and once it was Qing Shui Manor.
Each entry was accompanied by a tremendous adventure.
Perhaps it was the self-protection of the Chaos Yin-Yang Dao, or perhaps it was the direct entry of the Taiyi Xuanhuang Scripture into my body, triggering the resonance of two martial arts of the same origin. In any case, the long-dormant Chaos Space descended once more, with nine jet-black stone slabs standing silently in the void, ancient, primordial, and majestic, as if they had been floating there for millions of years.
I remember when the first stone slab flew out, an old man with a black beard taught me a move called Breaking Heaven Thunder; the second one showed a white-haired youth wielding a giant sword, but I got a splitting headache after watching only half of it.
Now, watching it again, there was no hesitation at all.
"So the second move is called the Heaven-Opening Sword, derived from the meaning of splitting chaos..." Ye Chen looked at the third stone slab; a strong, muscular man's palm shook the earth, causing the crust to shift and the seas to turn into fields... The fourth slab depicted a handsome child filling a furnace to refine pills, evolving the natural world, and then all things in nature returning to the furnace to form the pills. Finally, the furnace was as magnificent and spectacular as a white jade pillar supporting the sky. The
Heaven-Shaking Furnace
.
Only when the golden-armored general wielding a giant axe in the fifth move was about to cleave the heavens did that old feeling of exploding headache and boiling desire return
. From the outside, Ning Wuji unleashed his supreme martial arts against Ye Chen, and waves of Xuanhuang True Qi, capable of shaking countless realms, surged wildly and endlessly.
Ye Chen's veins bulged, his eyes bloodshot, and he appeared on the verge of exploding and dying.
Tie Xuanjia, thinking that the Ascension Bow was in danger, couldn't bear to see Ye Chen die so young, hurriedly said, "Sect Master Bai, the outcome is now decided. Ning Wuji's victory is a foregone conclusion. Why not announce the result? Young people should focus on friendly sparring to avoid unnecessary bloodshed and the loss of a righteous genius."
Bai Guchan nodded in agreement and stood up, about to stop Ning Wuji and announce the champion directly.
Gao Yang suddenly said, "Wait a minute. It was Tianyuan Sect that insisted on reopening the championship. They can't just clamor to restore the ancient rules when they have the upper hand, and then change it to friendly sparring when danger arises. Besides, I didn't hear Ye Chen admit defeat or forfeit, right, Miss Tie?" "
Tie Xiaohui didn't even turn her head, and said indifferently, "I may be mediocre in martial arts and know nothing, but is the Qiankun Wuji Cannon supposed to be slow to take effect? How come it hasn't defeated Ye Chen even after so long?"
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. Yes, according to the legends, the Qiankun Wuji Cannon should kill with a single strike, purifying the universe. It shouldn't be so protracted. However, everyone had only heard that Sikong Huangquan had used this move to kill many demons in the past, but they had never seen it, let alone experienced it themselves, so they couldn't explain it. They could only guess that Ning Wuji's internal energy was probably insufficient.
Nie Qianque's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly stood up and asked in surprise, "What's going on? Ye Chen's almost exhausted internal energy seems to be getting stronger and stronger!"
Wen Xue remained calm, quietly watching the final battle. She had made up her mind: if Ye Chen won, all the better; if something went wrong, they would die together. Why bother with this affected act that annoyed people?
"Let's see how long you can drag this out. My power is enough for me to last another two incense sticks' time. I can crush you!" Ning Wuji also had doubts, but he was absolutely confident in his move. He assumed Ye Chen was experiencing a final burst of energy before death, a desperate struggle fueled by some unknown potential. If he could hold on a little longer, he could kill this country bumpkin who had stolen the divine technique.
At this moment, Ye Chen had regained his senses. The Chaotic Yin-Yang Dao, which he had only half-learned, was far superior to the one he had only learned. Not only did he have three more ultimate techniques, but his invincible power in opening up chaos had also more than doubled.
He wasn't in a hurry to use his strength to counterattack. Instead, he pretended to be in pain, on the verge of collapse, giving Ning Wuji the illusion that he could kill him with just a little more effort.
Nearly two incense sticks' worth of time passed, and even the least skilled martial artist could see that Ye Chen was bluffing. He wasn't merely prolonging his life; he was using some method to deplete Ning Wuji's internal energy.
"Thank you!" Ye Chen shouted, his blood surging, white mist rising from his head, the earth trembling violently, and even the wine cups and teacups in front of the onlookers ten feet away clanging and splashing.
Li Fuchen, ignoring the tea stains on his sleeves, exclaimed in surprise, "This...this seems to be Ye Shang's 'Wrath of Heaven'! Ye Shang, Ye Chen, could they be related?"
"No wonder he's so powerful at such a young age,"
Ji Yunshui said. "Ye Shang is my friend, but I've never heard of him getting married or having children. Besides, his age doesn't seem to match up."
Tie Xuanjia said, "It seems the Innate Meridian Transformation Technique has failed. Ning Wuji is at his limit. It's an honor to witness this battle today."
"No!!" Ning Wuji roared, his face filled with disbelief. Even the Heaven and Earth Limitless Cannon from the Holy Sacrifice's Golden Bridge couldn't win? This was his strongest trump card, a move even the Demon King himself might not dare to take head-on. Could this Ye Chen be a nemesis sent by heaven?
"I told you to stop talking big. Today I'll cripple you and avenge Lanting." Ye Chen's 'Wrath of Heaven' finally unleashed its divine power, capable of changing the earth's crust and mountains. With hundreds of massive tremors, Ning Wuji's muscles and bones were on the verge of shattering, and blood gushed out.
"Not good! Senior Brother is in danger! Stop Ye Chen!" The Innate Taiji Sect was in turmoil, but Gao Yang was frozen by his own words. Murong Jiaye was seriously injured, and Chu Yunge was wary of being "poisoned." Apart from the three of them, no one dared to break the rules and go on stage to save him. They could only worry anxiously.
Ning Wuji mustered his last bit of strength and roared, "Master Jingzang, save me!"
"Enough."
Two simple words, containing unparalleled majesty, even arousing an impulse to worship.
Especially Bai Guchan, upon hearing this voice, seemed to age ten years, his beard trembling as he said, "It's him...it's him..."
"Hong Jingzang, why are the Seven Heroes of Jiangshan here too?"
With a thought, he mastered all laws, breaking through the peak of flesh and blood. He became a half-saint, similar to an immortal or Buddha, no longer human in some way.
The heavens and earth roared, and a burly and magnificent bald giant descended from the sky.
It was as if the might of the ancient holy mountain was spreading.
Hong Jingzang calmly said, "Release Ning Wuji, or I'll have to take action."
Ye Chen was fearless and had made up his mind. Since everything had already been exposed, and he had beaten the number one genius in the world like a dead dog, this action would definitely cause the Xiantian Taiji Sect to lose all face. Having caused such a huge disaster, even the Heavenly King himself probably couldn't protect him. It was better to just go all the way... "There are martial arts rules at the championship. Unless the opponent admits defeat, no one else may..." Shangguan Langxuan mustered her courage and stepped forward, loudly accusing him.
"Hmph!" Hong Jingzang rolled his eyes, his gaze sharp as thunder, which made Shangguan Langxuan break out in a cold sweat and dare not say another word.
"If I say I'll cripple you today, I won't wait until tomorrow." Ye Chen tightened his grip and said to Hong Jingzang, "Hand over Mu Lanting, and I'll give you a living Ning Wuji."
"Hahahaha..." Hong Jingzang laughed loudly, his majesty becoming even more overwhelming. "You little ant, you probably don't even know the Rain-Covering Divine Dragon, yet you dare to make conditions with me."
The assembled heroes fell silent, even more impressed with Ye Chen than when he had knocked down Ning Wuji. How much crazy courage did it take to defy Hong Jingzang?
Wen Xue disregarded worldly opinions and stepped directly into the center, angrily rebuking, "Ye Chen's victory is obvious to all. As a Quasi-Saint, how can you interfere with the rules of the Champions Association, which have been passed down for thousands of years? Such desecration..." At this point, Hong Jingzang also stopped Wen Xue from continuing with his oppressive and angry gaze. "
Such desecration of the rules of the martial arts world, aren't you afraid of betraying the Champion Marquis who has expanded the territory of the Central Plains?" Nie Qianque, who had appeared behind Wen Xue at some point, ignored Hong Jingzang's oppressive gaze and finished speaking for her.
Hua Yin, equally fearless, spoke out righteously: "Ye Chen and Ning Wuji fought fairly. What right does Hong Jingzang have to try and change the outcome!"
"Sect Leader Bai, letting Hong Jingzang continue this commotion might damage the prestige of the Hongwu Sect's sacred ground, wouldn't it?"
Gao Yang laughed and said loudly, "Ye Chen is impersonating someone else; he clearly has ulterior motives and is plotting something sinister. It's only right that Master Jingzang suppresses him!"
The Xiantian Taiji Sect, including some sects affiliated with them, all shouted in unison: "It's only right! It's only right!"
Bai Guchan entered and said, "Hong Jingzang, in front of everyone, you should step back first." He then said to Ye Chen,
"Young friend, please release Ning Wuji and explain yourselves."
"The only rule in the martial world is that the strong are respected." Hong Jingzang grabbed at the air with his large hand, and a power that shattered laws and formed its own Great Dao descended.
Ye Chen also unleashed a palm strike; his towering giant sword was almost invincible, its power no less than that of the Heaven-Shattering Thunder.
Seemingly oppressed by the Primordial Heavenly Dragon, Ye Chen roared repeatedly, but unfortunately, although the Heaven-Opening Sword could split the heavens, it was no match for Hong Jingzang's dragon claws.
"Eh? No wonder you could defeat Ning Wuji, but you're still too green."
Instantly, a sacred dragon's roar resounded deafeningly. Hong Jingzang clenched his fist, and Ye Chen could no longer hold on. He could only release Ning Wuji and was sent flying into the air. Wang Xingchan rushed over, trying to catch him, but as soon as he stepped onto the arena, he was inexplicably shaken and, like Ye Chen, coughed up blood and flew away. Fortunately, the Wang family members were numerous enough to catch him.
Bai Guchan angrily said, "Do you intend to challenge the Hongwu Sect by yourself?"
Wen Xue rushed a few steps to catch Ye Chen. The reason she was unharmed was mostly because Hong Jingzang still had his bottom line and was unwilling to hurt a woman.
After escaping, Ning Wuji regained his composure and said coldly, "This is a feud between the Innate Taiji Sect and Ye Chen, and has nothing to do with Sect Master Bai. Listen..."
Ye Chen grabbed Wen Xue's hand, shielding her behind him, and sneered, "Defeated opponent, trash, you have no right to speak here."
"You!" Ning Wuji was furious, but then laughed, wiping away the bloodstains and reverting to his handsome appearance as a boy next door. "I hope you stay this arrogant. If Hua Yin hadn't been weakened, and the Pangu Seal had been unleashed, how could you possibly hurt me? The next time we meet will be your death day."
Hong Jingzang ignored Bai Guchan and said calmly, "Hand over the Chaos Yin Yang Dao and cripple your martial arts."
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, feeling that he had already greatly improved his power, but he hadn't expected the Seven Heroes of Jiangshan to be far more terrifying than those described in the books. He had no chance of resisting.
Jiangshan was their symbol, suppressing the world, ignoring both the rules of martial arts and the rules of the secular world.
Ye Chen said, "I only have one thing to say."
Hong Jingzang said, "Speak."
"You entire Innate Taiji Sect should go eat shit."
"Who gave you the audacity?" Hong Jingzang had lost patience and walked forward step by step.
A raging inferno, like flames burning a city, blocked Hong Jingzang's path.
Mu Lanting gracefully descended.
"Ah, Lanting, you…" Ye Chen was so surprised he momentarily forgot the danger.
"Junior Sister Mu?" Ying Haoran, who had always secretly admired Mu Lanting, exclaimed with delight.
The scene instantly became chaotic and out of control. Everyone knew Mu Lanting possessed the Sun God Sword; she was famous throughout the world, but the timing of her arrival was rather strange.
Hong Jingzang stopped, frowning, "You couldn't possibly… Could it be… why bother?"
Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat, as if he had a premonition, and he hurriedly reached out to grasp Mu Lanting's hand.
The sword energy was fiery, but her hand was icy cold.
Mu Lanting smiled sadly and said, "You defeated Ning Wuji and your fame spread throughout the world. I am very happy."
Ning Wuji was also moved: "You used Jade Shattering Universe to break through your acupoints?"
When Mu Lanting was captured by Lan Suiyun, she was unable to break through her acupoints due to insufficient power and almost lost her chastity. Now, with the Sun Sword Qi full, she was able to increase her limit by severing her main meridian and break through the thirty-six major acupoints.
Ye Chen's heart was colder than ice, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"
"Life is fleeting, beauty fades easily, so it's not necessarily worth clinging to life and death." Mu Lanting continued, "They never intended to let us go. Since that's the case, it's always good to leave one of us to avenge them."
"You want me to leave you here to die while I run away?" Ye Chen trembled with anger, only regretting that he could not go any further and kill the villains of the Innate Taiji Sect on the spot. "Don't argue anymore. Things have come to this point, and we can't afford to fail. Neither of you can leave." Hong Jingzang's tone was resolute.
Mu Lanting transmitted her voice, "The Primordial Life and Death Technique in the Southern Frontier can save me. You must save your life and not let my efforts go to waste."
With that, she drew her sword and activated the Eternal Furnace, the blazing sun flames immediately engulfing the Scripture Treasury.
"Alright," Ye Chen uttered only one word.
Now was not the time for sentimentality; further hesitation would only lead to foolish death. If they were lucky enough to escape and find the Primordial Life and Death Technique, perhaps they could turn the tide and both of them could be safe.
Ye Chen approached Wen Xue and whispered, "Take care. If I survive, I will definitely come to find you, sister."
Before Wen Xue could reply, Ye Chen exerted force with his feet, once again unleashing the Wrathful Heaven Tremor, this time targeting the ground. He also used the Soaring Water Crossing technique from the Sun Sword Manual, retreating and bouncing backward like lightning.
The divine dragon unleashed its power, the torrential rain reversed, and a domineering vortex of suction immediately broke through the Eternal Furnace, about to engulf Ye Chen.
A sharp arrow whistled, and then the heroes heard the trembling of a bowstring. A long arrow transformed into black lightning, hurtling towards them.
The Bow of Ascension, the Arrow of Falling Stars.
At the most perilous moment of Ye Chen's life, the Iron Armor fired a stunning arrow, helping him escape danger.
The long arrow pierced the air with overwhelming power, perfectly intercepting Hong Jingzang's attack opportunity.
Hong Jingzang had just shattered the Eternal Furnace and aimed at Ye Chen's escape route when a fiery red sword aura flashed, once again hindering his pursuit. It was Nie Qianque who
, disregarding his injuries, drew his sword. Whether it was to protect his junior brother or to bear the pain of Wen Xue, only he himself knew.
Hong Jingzang instantly knocked away the Crimson Flame Sword, and in the blink of an eye, changed his hand from palm to back of hand, directly knocking Nie Qianque down.
Song Zikuang and the others rushed forward to protect their senior brother, angrily saying, "Is this so arrogant and domineering? If you have the guts, then wipe out our entire Tianyuan Sect!"
"The entire army? What kind of army are you? You're all just ants. I'll spare your unreasonable crimes for the sake of Zeng Henshui. If you dare to make another move, don't blame me for being ruthless," Hong Jingzang sneered.
Strangely, he didn't pursue Ye Chen further. Ning Wuji and the others had questions, but dared not ask.
Mu Lanting's face was as beautiful as a flower, but her character was as stubborn and resilient as bamboo. When she saw Hong Jingzang soaring into the sky to save Ning Wuji from the tower, she already knew that the Xiantian Taiji Sect didn't care about martial arts rules at all; they were determined to win at all costs.
Even with their lingering affection, she had made up her mind to sacrifice herself to save Ye Chen's life. "Though
we live apart, we will share the same grave. If you don't believe me, I will face the sun. "
Mu Lanting smiled faintly. She hadn't understood this poem at all when she was a child, but now she did.
Exhausted, she fell.
Yan Lingxuan flicked her sleeve, her long whip lashing out, and pulled Mu Lanting into her arms.
Hong Jingzang no longer stopped her, feeling a great headache. Mu Kantian was not like Bai Guchan and the others; he was extremely difficult to deal with. He had injured his daughter, which would cause a lot of trouble in the future.
The championship, which should have been awe-inspiring, ended in a sour end.
Ye Chen ran wildly, disregarding all directions, afraid that stopping would bring him unbearable guilt.
Retrieving the Primordial Life and Death Manual from the Southern Frontier,
from Fan Tianqing,
would likely be far more difficult than the arduous training to defeat Hong Jingzang.
But he had a goal to strive for.
"Stop running."
A gentle, pleasant male voice sounded in his ear. Ye Chen stopped and saw a figure approaching from the edge of a dense pine forest. His
feet were untouched by dust, his movements ethereal.
The man was dressed in white, his age difficult to estimate. His face was young and handsome, elegant and refined, appearing to be in his early twenties, but his temples were graying, suggesting he was over forty. His eyes held a profound depth, as if etched with the vicissitudes of sixty or seventy years.
Ye Chen asked, "Are you also from the Innate Tai Chi Sect?"
The man smiled and replied, "That's right."
Ye Chen continued, "You wouldn't happen to be Zhan Muyun, one of the Seven Heroes of Jiangshan, would you?"
The man smiled elegantly again and said, "That's right."
"The Seven Heroes of Jiangshan, to actually see two of them in one day. No wonder Hong Jingzang didn't pursue us; it turns out there's a top-tier semi-saint like you secretly overseeing things."
Zhan Muyun shook his head and remained silent.
"I actually managed to get two of these world-renowned figures to capture me; I'm afraid I can bring glory to my ancestors." Ye Chen also laughed; if he hadn't, he probably would have burst into tears.
Unexpectedly, Zhan Muyun walked to a piece of long-broken, withered wood, brushed away the dust and yellow leaves with his sleeve, and gestured for Ye Chen to
sit down. Ye Chen sat down gracefully; he was already somewhat impressed with his own iron will.
"I didn't expect that young lady surnamed Mu to like you so much. She'd even risk her life for you." Zhan Muyun's tone was calm and pleasant, but his pale face showed signs of illness, as if he had a painful past. It was hard to believe he was on par with the legendary Hong Jingzang.
Ye Chen sneered, "Thanks to your sect's favor, Lanting is in grave danger. It's a pity I'm not strong enough to contend with so many of your experts."
Zhan Muyun said, "Good courage. Besides Ning Wuji and Tang Qian of the Demonic Sect, I didn't expect there to be any other youth stronger than them. But, no matter how talented a youth is, in Jingzang's and my eyes, they are nothing special."
Ye Chen sat on the withered tree and shook his head, "The Chaos Yin-Yang Dao is beyond question. If you want to capture me, I won't just sit here and wait to die."
"Everything in this world can be forced, but love is something you can't force."
Zhan Muyun seemed completely uninterested in the Chaos Yin-Yang Dao, but rather in the love between Ye Chen and Mu Lanting.
Ye Chen couldn't fathom this seemingly carefree and handsome man.
Zhan Muyun said, "For the sake of such a good girl, I will not make things difficult for you today. Jade Shattering Heaven and Earth is a fake death. Only the Life and Death Technique of the Primordial Heavenly Demon Sect can help her recover."
"I can only do my best to obtain what the Martial Saint Demon Lord has, even at the cost of my life. But whether I succeed or not, I cannot forgive those who harmed her." Ye Chen originally intended to be polite, but his anger surged, and although Zhan Muyun was nominally an elder of the Innate Taiji Sect, he was not unlikeable at all, so he couldn't help but speak his mind.
Zhan Muyun laughed, "You're overthinking it. The Primordial Life and Death Manual isn't tied to the Demon Lord every day. You're not without a chance to get it. The four major demonic sects of the Southern Frontier Demon Kingdom are far more powerful than the righteous path. Moreover, demons and monsters are everywhere, but they are clear-cut in their distinction between right and wrong, unlike the hypocrisy and pretense here. They are quite simple and straightforward."
Ye Chen asked curiously, "I'm an enemy, not a friend. Why are you reminding me of this?"
"I've already said, Miss Mu would die for you... sigh... just consider it as us not wanting to offend Mu Kantian." Zhan Muyun's sigh seemed to be filled with unspeakable sorrow and regret. Suddenly, he flicked his hand and threw a small porcelain bottle into Ye Chen's arms. "This medicine can keep a person in a state of suspended animation healthy for three years."
Ye Chen held the porcelain bottle, wanting to say something more, but Zhan Muyun had already walked away, his back view quite desolate.
"As the saying goes in the martial arts world, 'Zhou Lang in music, Mu Lang in swordsmanship,' indeed, his style is extraordinary. It's just a mystery how such a sentimental and heartbroken man would become attached to the Innate Tai Chi Sect."
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In the dead of night, in the guest quarters of the Hongwu Sect, Wen Xue tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The crisis Ye Chen faced this time was more than ten times greater than before, and his subtle dependence on her only made her more helpless.
Suddenly, a figure flashed outside the window, and a man burst into the room. Startled awake, Jiang Xiaorou reached for the short sword beside the bed, only to have her pressure points swiftly sealed, rendering her unconscious.
Wen Xue was horrified. The moment she stepped out of bed barefoot, a hand covered her mouth, and that familiar, magnetic voice rang in her ear: "It's me, sister."
Her tense body immediately went limp. In the darkness, she felt the slightly weary scent of the man and whispered, "The Innate Taiji Sect has issued a kill order, saying you've colluded with the demonic path and they're calling on the righteous martial arts world to capture you."
Ye Chen sneered, "What do the other sects say?"
Wen Xue first went to check on Jiang Xiaorou, making sure she was asleep, before saying, "Hongwu Sect..." Old Master Bai seems very afraid of Hong Jingzang, and can only stay indoors in anger. Langya Sword Tower and Chunqiu Academy remain silent and have gone down the mountain on their own. Also, Wang Xingchan asked someone to give me three Wang family tokens, which can directly command his sect's forces... Did you arrange this?"
Ye Chen finally smiled, leaning against Wen Xue's fragrant bed, and whispered with his right hand open: "Sort of, sister, come and tell me."
Wen Xue confirmed again that Jiang Xiaorou wouldn't wake up anytime soon, then blushed and nestled in Ye Chen's arms, saying again:
"The so-called kill order isn't taken seriously by many people, and even if they were, no one would offend a great master like you, Ye Chen, for Ning Wuji and the others."
"Where is Lan Ting?" Because Wen Xue was only wearing an extremely thin silk nightgown, Ye Chen could easily feel her soft, tender, and fragrant skin.
"Senior Sister Yan, Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Jiang, and Junior Brother Yin have already escorted her to Yanzhou. 'Jade Shatters the Universe' means 'rather be jade shattered than the universe return,' but Uncle Mu's cultivation is profound; perhaps he can turn the tide."
Ye Chen took out the medicine bottle Zhan Muyun had given him with one hand, while his other hand, unable to resist, reached into Wen Xue's collar and grasped one of her plump breasts, gently kneading it.
"I'll trouble you to give this medicine to Master Mu later, sister, so he can test it and see if it's suitable for the condition. Lanting has been very kind to me, but I need to go to the Southern Demon Kingdom for a while to find a more reliable way to save her,"
Wen Xue said softly. "You rascal, you're really something. Sigh, a man and a woman alone together for over a month, it's hard not for something to happen."
Ye Chen tightened his grip, sinking his fingers deep into her soft, plump flesh. "Life is unpredictable, full of ups and downs, it's really interesting..."
Wen Xue grabbed Ye Chen's hand that was randomly pinching her tender nipple and scolded, "The Southern Demon Kingdom is treacherous and unpredictable, it's both a paradise and a hell on earth. This trip will definitely be fraught with danger, and you still have the mind to fool around with me."
"Want to hear what happened?" Ye Chen gently laid Wen Xue's soft body down, stroking her delicate feet with his fingers. Her toes were snow-white and supple, with a few specks of dust from her hasty steps. He loved the way his sister's body trembled sensitively under his touch.
"I want to hear if you tell me, and I don't want to hear if you don't," Wen Xue said understandingly.
"I'm really not suited to facing people with such bitterness and hatred, but I must save Lan Ting, and I must defeat the Innate Tai Chi Sect. But I don't want hatred to blind me, and I don't want it to affect my mind."
As Ye Chen spoke, he lay down, letting Wen Xue gently part her legs and lie on top of him. He placed his hands lightly on her round, plump buttocks, and his mouth opened her undergarment, releasing a sweet and exotic fragrance. A pair of perky, full breasts sprang out, their tender, rosy nipples standing proudly erect.
"On one hand, you're so bold and imposing, and on the other hand... and..." The shy Wen Xue felt sorry for Ye Chen's uncertain future. She slid down slightly, following his lead, and kissed his cheek lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, delicate and lingering.
"Mmm... um..." Ye Chen gently raised his head and captured Wen Xue's cherry lips. Her tongue was smooth and sweet, and after a long while, he said, "On one hand, you want your sister."
Wen Xue charmingly sucked on Ye Chen's cheek and earlobe, using a seductive charm that almost drove Ye Chen to the brink of collapse:
"What do you want from your sister?"
"I want to shove that thing into your sister's wet hole and pound you to death." Ye Chen pulled down his pants, revealing his iron-like lower body. His round, blunt glans rubbed against Wen Xue's soft and moist vulva. The two were pressed together, chest to chest, even without actual penetration, they were already experiencing a tingling, pleasurable sensation, a satisfaction that penetrated to the bone.
Because Jiang Xiaorou was also present, the strange thrill of this "public affair" made Wen Xue's already voluptuous body even more alluring. Her delicate, orchid-like fingertips gently grasped Ye Chen's iron-like penis, and the soft, tender flesh of her palms almost made Ye Chen lose control and embarrass himself.
"Don't move..." Wen Xue said sweetly, rubbing against him as she pulled down her thin, tight pants and gently lay on top of Ye Chen, kissing his lips. Her
round, plump, snow-white buttocks resembled ripe peaches below her slender waist, their thin skin almost cracking, fragrant and tempting. Ye Chen's palms kneaded her soft, plump buttocks, the touch smooth and supple, like holding a soft cloud.
"I won't worry about you this time. I believe Xiao Ye will definitely come back alive and achieve the peak of physical strength, a half-step Martial Saint..." Wen Xue looked up at Ye Chen, her eyes like water.
Judging solely by her face, Wen Xue was still the most beautiful among the women. Ye Chen lovingly embraced her slender waist, teasingly saying, "Sister, your plump, white body is crushing me."
"You dare complain about my weight? Watch me crush you!" Wen Xue retorted, lifting her incredibly plump, white buttocks and rubbing them heavily against Ye Chen's hard penis.
But her delicate, pink vulva was already soaked and wet, and after only a few rubs, it slipped and "self-absorbed" the penis.
"Ah..." The two groaned in pleasure almost simultaneously, Wen Xue panting, "Little Ye... you... seem to have gotten bigger... it's hitting my spot..."
Ye Chen kissed her snow-white chin, smiling lightly, "It seems like this was the first time... I couldn't take it after a few strokes..."
"Mmm... mmm... ah..." Wen Xue didn't bother to answer, her slender waist twisting slightly, her plump buttocks gently rubbing, her lips uttering a beautiful melody.
The narrow, soft flesh enveloped his penis, making it feel warm and comfortable. The inside of her vagina was incredibly soft and smooth. Ye Chen lay on his back, slowly lifting Wen Xue's two plump, snow-white thighs, changing her from a kneeling position to a squatting position on top of him. This position allowed her vaginal opening to kiss his glans more intimately… Wen Xue, ashamed, placed her hands on Ye Chen's much stronger shoulders and, having learned on her own, began to move up and down in a position similar to when she urinated.
After a hundred or so thrusts, a tingling sensation shot through Ye Chen's tailbone, and he abruptly sat up, burying his face between Wen Xue's soft, proud breasts, his lower body pressing against the end of her vagina as he ejaculated relentlessly.
After a long while, Wen Xue was still uneasy. She burying her head in the sand, still naked, glanced at Jiang Xiaorou again, then pulled back the bed curtains and asked, "How long will it take?"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "Those three members of the Sancai Sect should all be from the Southern Frontier. If I say I hate the righteous path, it should be easy for them to act as a bridge. They can go to any of the four major demonic sects in the Demon Kingdom. Once they gain your trust, we can make our plans."
As he spoke, he inexplicably remembered the delicate, snow-white feet he used to only be able to peek at, now right in front of him. He gently leaned closer, picked up those plump, bamboo shoot-like feet, and played with them on his semi-erect penis.
Wen Xue sighed inwardly, letting Ye Chen fondle her feet. Suddenly remembering something, she asked, "I didn't have time to ask last time, why are you and Lan Ting at the Champions' Gathering? Is it just to meet us?"
Ye Chen's eyes widened in surprise. He almost forgot; it was all because of the masked man's invitation, but he hadn't shown up at all. He wondered what he was up to.
[The End]

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