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Cai Shujun stepped closer, a powerful aura emanating from her. She was truly about to strike. Hua Du did not dare to be careless, quickly drawing his sword and channeling the spiritual energy within him.
The disciples below watched as the Great War resumed, their blood surging with excitement. Damn it, is there a director? They are really keeping us on the edge of our seats.
Cai Shujun quickened her pace, heading straight for Hua Du, her entire being seeming to glide parallel to the ground. Two sword wings extended from her body, trailing five or six meters of brilliance.
It was still "Ascend to the Mortal Realm," but this time the momentum was much greater than before.
"This is already the third time Cai Shujun has used Ascend to the Mortal Realm; it feels a bit like she's running out of tricks."
"As long as she can win, who cares how she uses it?"
"I don't think she has mastered the Seven Swords; according to Yi Seven Swords, it's a very difficult sword technique. At our level, we can only practice up to the fourth sword."
"You might only be able to practice up to the fourth sword; I might not be limited..."
Hua Du snorted coldly and immediately launched his own attack, "Burial of Flowers." He had seen Cai Shujun's Ascend to the Mortal Realm three times now, and he understood its position and force perfectly.
Hua Du easily found Cai Shujun's weak point. "Burial of Flowers," filled with deep sorrow, targeted the space between Cai Shujun's wings.
When they were less than two meters apart, Cai Shujun finally drew her sword. A flash of cold light appeared as they passed each other.
Hua Du's strike reached the "mortal realm" of Ascend to the Mortal Realm and easily deflected Cai Shujun's sword move. Seizing the opportunity, he advanced. Cai Shujun was unable to dodge in time, and the tip of his sword struck her shoulder.
With a clang, the tip of the sword hit Cai Shujun and fell limply to the ground, revealing that it was half a sword tip.
Hua Du's sword had broken! The audience fell into silence.
Hua Guinian suddenly stood up on the stage, looking at the duo with disbelief.
Chu Wushang, though not standing, also changed his expression slightly, thinking to himself: This is too risky.
A palm-sized piece of fabric slowly floated down; it was a fragment of Hua Du's sleeve. The sword broke, the clothing tore, and Cai Shujun defeated the lofty Hua Du with a single strike. If it weren't for being on Wuhua Island, with just this one sword strike, Hua Du would have been dead and gone, no longer existing.
Hua Du's eyes turned bloodshot, completely unable to accept the fact that he had been defeated by a single sword strike. He threw the half-broken short sword far away and shouted, "No, this is impossible, impossible..."
The exceptionally talented Hua Du had always sailed smoothly through life, being the undisputed top talent of the new generation on Wuhua Island. Now he had been defeated by Cai Shujun, who had already withdrawn from the competition. This was undoubtedly like a resounding slap in the face for Hua Du.
This was not an official competition; it was a private duel. Therefore, in terms of the Dao of Xian Dao, Hua Du was still number one. But now everyone knew that this title was entirely given to him by Cai Shujun.
Hua Du was nothing but a counterfeit!
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Hua Du had already fallen into madness. He took out a new Medium-Grade Spirit Sword from his storage bag and roared as he lunged at Cai Shujun. However, halfway through his charge, he was firmly held back by a referee on the stage—a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage and also his elder; Hua Du's strength was not enough to resist.
"—Jealousy," a voice came from afar. By the time people heard "jealousy," another person had appeared on the stage.
"The Three Elders!" The once-mighty referee stepped aside and bowed respectfully upon seeing the newcomer. Hua Du on the ground also stopped struggling, with some liquid on his face—whether it was snot or tears was unclear.
The Three Elders of Wuhua Island: Hua Wanduo! The first person beneath the Grand Elder.
Hua Du had come under Hua Wanduo's tutelage and was personally recommended to him by Hua Guinian. Every year during Wuhua Island's annual competition, the disciple who won first place had the opportunity to be recommended as a direct disciple to an elder. Hua Du had achieved first place for three consecutive years and gained recognition from Hua Wanduo.
"Master, I am incompetent," Hua Du wiped his face and knelt at Hua Wanduo's feet.
Hua Wanduo waved his hand, and Hua Du was lifted into the air. "Jealousy, you've been on the island for a long time. You should take the opportunity to go out and gain some experience. It's good to know that there are talents outside this world." Hua Du quickly agreed.
Hua Wanduo, over a hundred years old, looked no more than forty. She was extraordinarily beautiful and dignified, comparable to Qiu Wuling and known as the Azure Wind Antelope, having unknowingly captivated countless handsome men over the past century.
"You are Qiu Wuling's disciple, aren't you?" Hua Wanduo extended her hand slightly, and Cai Shujun felt a blur before her eyes as a powerful force enveloped her, rendering her unable to move. With a flick of her wrist, Hua Wanduo effortlessly took Cai Shujun's sword from her hand.
Chu Wushang's expression changed dramatically. He stood up from his seat, ready to rush out to protect Cai Shujun if Hua Wanduo made any sudden moves.
Hua Wanduo held Cai Shujun's sword and shook it in the wind, causing it to emit a dragon's roar. "You've even received the Hidden Dragon Sword; it seems Hua Wanduo holds you in high regard. At just over twenty years old, you possess such skill; you truly deserve her favor." With a light flick of her finger, the Hidden Dragon Sword flew back in front of Cai Shujun.
"Thank you for your praise, senior." Cai Shujun received the sword and respectfully bowed deeply as a junior.
Only then did everyone notice that the long sword in Cai Shujun's hand was radiant with light; it was no longer the Medium-Grade Spirit Sword she had used earlier but rather the Hidden Dragon Spirit Sword once wielded by the Grand Elder of the New Moon Sect. This was a Superior Spirit Sword, one of the finest among them. No wonder Hua Du's Medium-Grade Spirit Sword had been easily severed.
"The Yi Seven Swords truly live up to their reputation. Qiu Wuling has been in seclusion for many years and has indeed created an excellent sword technique." Turning to Hua Du, she said, "It's not unjust for you to lose to Yi Seven Swords."
Hua Du felt ashamed and said, "I have failed my master's teachings by losing to her sixth sword..."
Hua Wanduo gently shook her head. "This is already the intent of the Seventh Sword. The Yi Seven Swords actually consist of only six swords; the Seventh Sword combines the power of the previous six into one, called 'This Grievance Lasts Forever.' Fifty years ago, I fought against Qiu Wuling, and she used this sword to draw with me."
Chu Wushang felt a stir in his heart; fifty years ago he had already been the leader of the New Moon Sect, yet he had no knowledge of Hua Wanduo's battle with Qiu Wuling.
Hua Wanduo continued, "The Falling Petals Nine Swords from Wuhua Island are not inferior to Yi Seven Swords; it's just that your understanding of swordsmanship is not yet refined enough. Her intent with the Seventh Sword is still far from mature, yet none of you can withstand even one strike. This truly disappoints me."
Hua Du and all the disciples from Wuhua Island lowered their heads in shame.
"Cai Shujun, use all your strength and attack me with a sword. Let's see how I can break your move." Hua Wanduo unexpectedly wanted to demonstrate swordplay with Cai Shujun. Under Hua Wanduo's gaze, Cai Shujun felt an overwhelming sense of inability to refuse. Knowing that she meant no harm, the opportunity to spar with Hua Wanduo from Wuhua Island was a significant chance for her.
"I apologize in advance." With that, she drew her sword, and Ascend to the Mortal Realm once again unleashed dazzling sword light.
Hua Wanduo raised her delicate hand, using it as a substitute for a sword. A cold and desolate sword aura swept out, directly attacking Cai Shujun's sword net. The Ninth Sword "Burial of Flowers" she used had precise spiritual power, crafted with Earth Control at the strength of Foundation Establishment Late Stage. This seemingly identical move to Hua Du's easily bypassed Cai Shujun's Hidden Dragon Sword and struck firmly on Cai Shujun's shoulder.
Despite using the same technique and spiritual power, Cai Shujun was pushed back by a single strike. If Hua Wanduo had exerted her full strength, Cai Shujun would have had no chance of survival.
Hua Du observed clearly and suddenly brightened up, as if realizing something. He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for your teachings, Master."
Cai Shujun also bowed in return and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Senior. I have learned a lot."
Both junior disciples experienced an epiphany simultaneously. Hua Wanduo's single strike resulted in a double victory, providing a clear lesson to the disciples of various sects: there is no invincible sword technique or invincible person; success depends on human effort.
Chu Wushang stood up and said to Hua Guinian, "Island Master, your elder is highly virtuous. The New Moon Sect is ashamed; we only wasted your time with one strike and caused no harm here." With that, he took out his storage bag to retrieve money.
Hua Guinian stopped him and said, "Chu Zhangmen need not be so. It was Hua Du who acted unreasonably first. Now that you have gained insight, it is indeed a good thing." The two leaders of rival factions who had been secretly competing now appeared courteous to each other.
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