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At Peach Blossom Mountain, within the Peach Blossom Temple, the Little Secret Realm enjoyed a perpetual spring. The peach blossoms bloomed and fell, unaware of which season they should truly flourish in, naturally blooming only when the time was right.
Yet, a chill swept down from the mountaintop, transforming the vibrant peach blossoms into withered branches and leaves, erasing the beauty that had just been.
The chill was fleeting, soon replaced by a warm liquid breeze, causing the peach blossoms to bloom once more. In the brief span of a tea break, the mountains were once again adorned with blossoms as if nothing had ever happened.
The full moon had already reached its thirtieth night; surely the elder's injuries had improved somewhat.
The young man gently waved his fingers, which were resting on the elder's brow. The heavy darkness that had gathered there instantly dissipated, vanishing without a trace.
Greed knows no bounds; those energies I had drawn from the old man for healing were all absorbed without hesitation. I knew he felt pained by the loss of that spiritual energy, but I cared little for it. Was I afraid of being tainted by that chill?
I must have embarrassed my senior. I was merely hoping to seek further improvement before the Sky East Tournament. As for that chill, it could not be used by him; fortune and misfortune are intertwined, ha ha!
That boy was straightforward but missed the old man's taste. If I didn’t have a master, I could have made him my closed-door disciple.
Mi Chong Laozu raised his wine bowl and drank heartily while waiting for Gu Ping's response.
You see, there are only so many Mahayana Practitioners around. Perhaps those in the Transcendence Period could gather in large numbers like frogs at a meeting, but Mahayana Practitioners are rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns.
If a Mahayana Practitioner were seeking disciples, it would be an opportunity seldom seen; few would refuse such an offer. The old Taoist was certain Gu Ping would not decline, which is why he confidently drank his homemade peach blossom wine during his idle moments.
What has happened to that boy?
Before Gu Ping could respond, Shen Shixing hurried over, fearing Gu Ping might succumb to temptation and agree to Dong Lai's proposal without hesitation.
Oh, since the full moon has passed, the Nine Nether Cold Qi should not worsen any further. In just a few months, we will be preparing for the Sky East Tournament. Junior Coco may not have much time left to come back.
Once again, it was the Sky East Tournament, a tradition that had spanned many years.
Listening to Mi Chong's murmurs of nostalgia, the two silently exited the Little Secret Realm, choosing not to disturb the Ancestor who seemed lost in memories.
They were eager to see if Hong Yulong could surpass Wang Dong, who was ranked twentieth and known as the Eastern Window Wine, a little Drunkard with an extraordinary leg technique. Coupled with his cultivation at the Peak of Nascent Soul, winning this battle would be quite a challenge.
But there was no point in going; no matter how difficult it was to win, this would be her one hundredth battle here. With a record of undefeated victories, Mingyue Liquid was likely at the Late Stage of Golden Core. Since the outcome would be similar regardless, whether she went or not didn’t matter.
In the Grand Arena, Hong Yulong stood covered in wounds, wielding a long spear, his clothes soaked in blood. Even the Jade Dragon Armor appeared stained and translucent like a bloodstone.
The crowd cheered continuously for Changdong's victorious cultivators, praising Hong Yulong's astonishing combat prowess.
Wang Dong clutched his chest where Hong Yulong had pierced him with a spear, collapsing to the ground to heal. In contrast, Hong Yulong remained standing defiantly, spear in hand, indifferent to those cautiously approaching him.
"How dare you?" Jiang Anbo shouted fiercely. Wang Dong's mindset was faltering, but Yan Dong and his friends who had come with Wang Dong attempted to take advantage of the situation to disrupt Hong Yulong's breakthrough.
Their actions were akin to committing treachery against a spouse—destroying someone's cultivation and obstructing their path was nothing short of unforgivable.
The Fiery Sword of the Leg blazed with intense flames, blocking three opponents while Xu Qiaoshan stepped in from another side to intercept three more.
But the two, one wielding a sword and the other a spear, ultimately could not stop everyone from the East. A dark figure burst forth from Jiang Anbo's Yongxuan. Even if the two wanted to intervene, there was no time left. At that moment, they were entangled by a Nascent Soul and a Golden Core, and as they watched, a palm was about to strike Hong Yulong's chest, with no one able to come to the rescue in time.
Unexpectedly, just as Jiang Anbo and Xu Qiaoshan were about to explode with rage, a cold snort echoed out. A pitch-black finger suddenly pointed from the void, arriving before the others could react, and it struck the dark figure's forehead.
Chill was instantly released; the black Chill seemed to devour that person like countless ants, their agonizing screams filling the air. Even Wang Dong, who was severely injured nearby, could not bear to listen and shut off his hearing, closing his eyes.
Death was not regrettable.
After killing someone, the assailant quickly departed. No one knew which Great Master had unleashed their leg in anger and struck down the intruder with a single finger. The residual power of that strike still instilled fear in everyone present, leaving them speechless.
Coming back to their senses, Xu Qiaoshan and Jiang Anbo began to deal with the six individuals before them.
Yan Dong had no idea where those six came from but certainly wished to leave at least one alive. However, facing a Nascent Soul and a Golden Core, although he did not deny their strength, he also recognized that it would take time for them to handle this situation.
In an instant, chaos erupted in the arena as Hong Yulong and Wang Dong remained unmoved.
The situation was dire; several individuals quickly attempted to escape but unexpectedly ran straight into Hong Ling at the entrance.
"Stop them!"
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