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Walking straight for three hundred meters upon entering, one arrives at a martial arts training ground that spans a hundred meters in length and width. At this moment, the senior disciple Fang Youxin stands in the center with two beautiful junior sisters.
On either side are the disciples of Consort Zhu Lin, with men on the left and women on the right, totaling around one hundred people. Consort Zhu Lin's sect, Zheguo, recruits both male and female disciples in roughly equal numbers.
Xu Feng mingles among the reinforcements, his eyes darting restlessly as he gazes at the female disciples. Each of these women possesses striking beauty and tall figures. Perhaps it would be better to join Consort Zhu Lin and be a miscellaneous disciple here; after all, with a mix of genders, cultivation wouldn't be so tiring.
Many male cultivators nearby also have flickering gazes, likely sharing Xu Feng's thoughts.
"Thank you all for coming from afar; Consort Zhu Lin expresses her gratitude here," Fang Youxin says. He appears calm and composed, not revealing much about his age, and among this group, his Divine Separation Stage cultivation makes him undoubtedly the strongest. Lin Yuxuan and Liang Wenyin also bow to greet the reinforcements.
Among the more than one hundred reinforcements, several prominent figures walk to the front to return greetings to Consort Zhu Lin. Xu Feng, being a rare Golden Core Cultivator, obediently stays at the back, playing the role of an extra.
Over a hundred people stand in the square without any seating arrangements; those who should be entertained have already been addressed at the inn. The main purpose of this gathering with Consort Zhu Lin is to mobilize before battle.
Then Fang Youxin begins his speech, discussing everything from the founding of Consort Zhu Lin's sect to grievances with the Purple Cloud Sect. He elaborates on how Consort Zhu Lin lost a piece of clothing and how the Purple Cloud Sect found a magical treasure. He speaks in great detail for over an hour; initially, everyone follows along with emotional ups and downs, but gradually they become numb and start to sneak glances at the beautiful women on both sides like Xu Feng.
Consort Zhu Lin's disciples seem to have experienced Fang Youxin's lengthy discourse before, occasionally responding with cheers.
Sensing the audience's impatience, Fang Youxin summarizes his speech: "They are bullying us; we ask for your assistance."
Then Fang Youxin distributes red envelopes to everyone along with two junior sisters—each person receives a storage bag containing one thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.
"This is just a token of appreciation," he adds.
One thousand spirit stones is a significant amount but merely represents a gesture from the host; actual rewards will depend on performance during battle. Most of these cultivators have some connection with Consort Zhu Lin; while personal favors matter, monetary compensation is also essential.
"Please accept this." Xu Feng is the last to receive his spirit stones. Seeing that he only has Golden Core Stage cultivation, Fang Youxin assumes he is merely a follower of someone at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul and skips over any formalities, seemingly considering one thousand spirit stones as a decent appearance fee for someone at Golden Core Stage.
Xu Feng reluctantly accepts it; for him, having suddenly acquired wealth, one thousand spirit stones indeed feel like a meaningful gesture.
After sending out the spiritual stones, several strong fighters among the reinforcements stayed behind to discuss the upcoming Great War, while the others rested in the bamboo forest outside Consort Zhu Lin's temporary dwelling. The Yuan Ying Cultivators did not occupy the makeshift accommodations; most sat outside, cultivating using Consort Zhu Lin's rich Spiritual Energy.
Xu Feng also found a quiet spot to meditate. From time to time, he opened his eyes but never saw the beautiful women bringing water and food pass by...
The sun rose, and this fellow was always punctual, never late.
Today was the day of the scheduled battle between the Purple Cloud Sect and Consort Zhu Lin, taking place at Jade Rabbit Mountain, located to the west of Explorer Town. The mountain was indeed home to rabbits; unlike the grayish-brown wilds surrounding it, the hares here were white, resembling snow hares.
At this moment, not a single jade rabbit could be found on Jade Rabbit Mountain; sensing impending danger, they had all vanished without a trace.
On the barren land of Jade Rabbit Mountain, Qiao Li watched as Consort Zhu Lin's cultivators flew in slowly, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He was the Vice Sect Master of the Purple Cloud Sect and had been tasked with challenging Consort Zhu Lin to teach her a heavy lesson and show them who truly ruled Explorer Town.
Li Hongxiu was not with Consort Zhu Lin, and the Purple Cloud Sect dared not eliminate her Consort Zhu Lin; they merely wanted her to retreat and leave Explorer Town, relinquishing this spiritual land.
This battle was officially labeled as a Competition, but in reality, it was a deadly confrontation. The conditions for competition were set very loosely: external assistance was allowed, teams could be formed, various magical artifacts could be used, poison could be employed, and one could seize items from defeated opponents—anything except surrender.
Qiao Li brought two Guardians with him, both at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. Along with himself at the Early Stage of Spirit Separation, their trio matched the strength of Consort Zhu Lin's three disciples. However, unlike them, the Purple Cloud Sect had over thirty additional Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, while Consort Zhu Lin had fewer than ten. Including a few from the reinforcements, they totaled less than twenty Late Stage Nascent Soul practitioners—over ten fewer than the Purple Cloud Sect.
This Competition had no limit on rounds; as long as someone from either side stepped forward to fight, there had to be someone to respond. If one hung up a sign declaring themselves exempt from battle, how could they still have any face left to remain there?
Both sides had gathered and stood a hundred meters apart, glaring at each other.
Consort Zhu Lin retained half of her forces for defense and deployed fifty people. With Xu Feng and his group of reinforcements included, they totaled nearly two hundred.
The Purple Cloud Sect had been developing longer than Consort Zhu Lin and boasted numerous disciples; they arrived with nearly three hundred members.
Counting external reinforcements, Consort Zhu Lin still lagged behind by over a hundred compared to the Purple Cloud Sect. This over one hundred were not ordinary people but cultivators above Foundation Establishment level. In terms of visible strength, Consort Zhu Lin was at a disadvantage from the start.
"People of Consort Zhu Lin, listen up! Withdraw from Explorer Town within three days, for your sake and mine," shouted a Guardian of the Purple Cloud Sect. His name was Yang Wei, and he was the brother of another Guardian, Yang She. Both had decent talent and had advanced to the Late Stage of Nascent Soul for three hundred years, becoming prominent Guardians of the Purple Cloud Sect, seasoned experts in the Late Stage of Nascent Soul.
Fang Youxin was skilled at speeches, but at this moment, it was more about volume. He called over a loud-voiced disciple and instructed him to respond, "What are you saying? Can you speak a bit louder? Your voice is as weak as your name!"
Yang Wei was furious, secretly vowing that after this battle, he would change his name.
Qiao Li had no interest in this verbal sparring. He exchanged glances with his companions and, following their original plan, a burly man jumped out and flew into the open space between the two sides. He planted a nine-ring broadsword into the ground and shouted, "Who dares to fight me?"
He was at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul! The Purple Cloud Sect seemed aware that Consort Zhu Lin had fewer members at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul and immediately sent out a strong contender.
The man's name was Huang Ming. He practiced Fire Element Technique and had a fiery temper, with hair that was even redder than flames.
The leaders of Consort Zhu Lin whispered among themselves before sending out a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator who practiced Water Element Technique to face him.
"You seek death first; I will grant it to you," said the cultivator from Consort Zhu Lin as he flew into the arena. His name was Shui Dongliu, aptly named as he practiced Water Element Technique.
Water extinguishes fire; this was the advantage of being sent out later—striking first to gain an upper hand. In this first battle, Consort Zhu Lin had seized the initiative.
Huang Ming was full of confidence and did not regard Shui Dongliu as a threat. He dared to be the first to step forward for a reason and shouted, "Whoever seeks death does so with words; watch my blade!"
The nine-ring broadsword made a clattering sound as it swung down toward Shui Dongliu.
Shui Dongliu drew out a soft whip; the silver whip flowed like water, creating countless splashes as it coiled toward Huang Ming's broadsword.
"Boom!" Shui Dongliu was sent flying backward, spitting blood in fury as it sprayed across the ground. Huang Ming stood there "coldly," covered in a thin layer of white ice.
In one move, the victor was determined! The people of Consort Zhu Lin fell silent in shock.
Fang Youxin shook his head lightly, "I was careless."
It turned out that Huang Ming's rough demeanor concealed a cunning mind; he was quite crafty. Shui Dongliu initially thought he could subdue Huang Ming with a single whip strike against Huang Ming's Fire Element One Star great sword. However, just as they were less than ten meters apart, Huang Ming suddenly unleashed a Superior Talisman. The Superior Talisman could easily injure a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. Shui Dongliu was deceived by Huang Ming's crude appearance and was caught off guard. The Superior Talisman struck him directly in the chest. Although Shui Dongliu managed to block it with his arm in a hurry, he was still severely injured and sent flying.
Shui Dongliu gritted his teeth and took a breath as he flew back to his camp, only to faint from the pain.
"Hahaha!" Huang Ming laughed loudly in the arena, the ice shards falling from his body. Although Shui Dongliu had managed to injure him with a whip strike, the effect was greatly diminished; Huang Ming only sustained minor injuries.
Consort Zhu Lin faced an unfavorable start, losing the first round.
"Who else is there?" Huang Ming shouted, his bulging muscles exposed, radiating explosive power.
From Consort Zhu Lin's reinforcements, a figure flew out, wielding a heavy hammer like thunder—he was also a muscular man. This muscular man was named Tang Yuan; he was round but not fat, truly a strong individual. Compared to him, Huang Ming appeared less imposing.
At a distance of twenty meters, Tang Yuan swung his hammer with tremendous force. Huang Ming dared not confront it directly and quickly dodged while swinging his Nine-Section Blade in response.
Both fighters excelled in strength, and each collision produced deafening sounds. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of blows. Huang Ming gradually began to falter; Superior Talismans were not cheap items, and he only had one left. Moreover, Tang Yuan appeared confident and seemed unafraid of Huang Ming using the Superior Talisman.
Bang! Huang Ming was struck by a hammer blow and sent flying. Using the momentum from the impact, he crashed into the crowd of Purple Cloud Sect members and fainted.
Consort Zhu Lin managed to turn the tide after an unfavorable start, stabilizing morale somewhat.
The three combatants who entered the fray all wielded Superior Magical Artifacts, each of them on par with Guo Ruomin in strength. Xu Feng quietly assessed his chances of victory.
Soon after, someone from Purple Cloud Sect stepped up to challenge them, immediately drawing cheers from the crowd.
"Look! It's Elder Xie Tingfeng! Elder Xie is about to make his move!"
“Xie Changlao's Stopping Wind Thirteen Swords can even stop the wind; this is going to be interesting. Xie Changlao hasn't made a move in a long time.”
“Wow, this rough man is really lucky to die at Xie Changlao's hands.”
“Kill that meat egg!”
Tang Yuan's expression changed slightly. Xie Tingfeng's reputation was quite large; he wasn't considered a formidable figure in Xianxia City, but in Tuoyun Town, he was indeed one of the few experts.
Xie Tingfeng was not handsome at all—he had single eyelids, a long nose, and murky eyes. Yet, it was those murky eyes that made many Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators dare not meet his gaze.
“Giant Hammer Tang Laosan, this is none of your business. Go back where you came from. Our Purple Cloud Sect doesn't want to fall out with the Tang Family Fortress. If you insist on meddling, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword,” Xie Tingfeng pressured Tang Yuan.
Tang Yuan replied, “Since I’m here, I will definitely stand up for Consort Zhu Lin. No more nonsense; let’s fight.”
“Good!” Suddenly, Xie Tingfeng vanished from sight—he was too fast. Just as Tang Yuan raised his giant hammer, Xie Tingfeng's sword was already in front of him.
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