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"I agree with Master Yang's proposal. Why not let the disciples compete? The Book of Life and Death and the Martial Dao Classic are of great importance, and this is the fairest solution," Miao Shengnan said.
"Master Miao is quite confident. You don't really believe your female disciple is the Female Sword Saint, do you?" Eastern Nine replied.
Miao Shengnan's expression darkened. "No matter how my disciple is, she is still my disciple. I believe in her, unlike your disciple, who looks like she hasn't even come of age and already wants to kill your son who betrayed the sect. I'm afraid Sword Master can't even produce a decent disciple."
Eastern Nine's words were unintentional; he merely wanted to counter Yang Xuanzong's proposal. However, he didn't expect to provoke Miao Shengnan. His face turned awkward as he was reminded of Miao Shengnan's grievances, and he retorted, "No one wants an old maid."
Miao Shengnan seemed to ignore Eastern Nine's comment. Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, she suddenly drew her sword and struck at him. Eastern Nine responded with his sword raised high, slashing back at Miao Shengnan, their sword energies clashing fiercely, causing leaves and debris to scatter.
Miao Shengnan did not back down either. She immediately unleashed the Huanhua Sword Technique, forcing Eastern Nine back. The two exchanged blows and retreated. Yang Xuanzong stepped in between them and said, "Both of you stop! The Underworld Sect is present; how can you two sect leaders start fighting? Old Man was merely making a suggestion. If this doesn't work, we can think of other solutions. Right now, both my Yinshan Yang Family and Arched Eyebrows agree, but Sword Pavilion disagrees. What do the other two sect leaders think?"
Zhang Ziling, the Wudang Sect Leader, said, "Since Arched Eyebrows has already agreed, then Wudang naturally agrees as well."
"And you, Master Nangong?" Yang Xuanzong asked.
Nangong Dao replied, "With the three major sects already agreeing, does it make a difference whether you ask me or not?"
"Alright then. Since Master Nangong also agrees, this matter is settled. Each of the Five Major Sects will send one disciple to Wuzhang Rock. The winner will execute Yang Hao and take charge of the Book of Life and Death."
"With the Underworld Sect present, all young disciples under thirty can participate. Master Yang won't go back on his word, will he?" A cold voice rang out as a young man suddenly flew up from below Mount Huashan, carrying five long swords on his back—Dongfang Yuqing.
Yang Xuanzong said, "Naturally, I won't go back on my word. Does Eastern Young Hero wish to participate as well?"
Dongfang Yuqing replied, "Everyone desires the Martial Dao Classic; the Book of Life and Death is even more coveted. Of course I want to participate."
Yang Xuanzong responded, "But Eastern Young Hero has no sect or affiliation; even if you win the Book of Life and Death, to which sect would it belong?"
"Dongfang Yuqing said, 'Naturally, it belongs to me. As a mere wandering cultivator, would I hand it over to someone else? If the disciples of the Five Major Sects truly perish, then there's no need to claim to be part of the Five Major Sects. I will establish the Five Elements Sect and place it above the Five Major Sects.'"
"Arrogant! A mere brat still wet behind the ears dares to speak so boldly," Nangong Dao retorted.
Dongfang Yuqing turned to Nangong Dao and said, "If Master Nangong is unconvinced, then let Nangong Lin fight me first."
"You think I wouldn't dare?" Nangong Lin replied.
"Alright, everyone. Since this is a competition, there must be rules. We of the Five Major Sects are like branches of the same tree; it's best if our disciples spar without causing real harm, after all, they are all esteemed disciples of their respective sects. It wouldn't be good if someone were to be crippled," Yang Xuanzong stated.
"I understand, Clan Leader. I will show mercy," Yang Long said.
"How shameless! When I strike, I won't hold back," Nangong Lin declared.
Yang Xuanzong continued, "The disciples of the Five Major Sects will each send forth their top disciples to battle. Additionally, we have Dongfang Yuqing here. Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge them?"
From below the stage, Five Gang stepped forward but was pulled back by Huzi. Huzi said, "Five, although you are at the Core Formation Stage, you have no chance against them. Besides, you are already severely injured. Having Dongfang Yuqing here is enough; he has some connections with Hao and definitely won't kill him."
Five nodded and looked at me, who was exhausted on Wuzhang Rock.
Yang Sanqian and Jiyao were surrounded by a crowd outside and couldn't get in at all. Among tens of thousands of cultivators, some were secretly plotting against them. If one observed closely, they could see a circle of blood light surrounding Yang Sanqian and Jiyao, with a Blood Flag planted on the ground nearby.
In the arena, Nangong Lin said, "The rest of the sects need not participate; those who wish to take this opportunity to show their faces need not register either. If you encounter me, it will be kill on sight."
The crowd erupted in an uproar. Many disciples who had been heading towards Wuzhang Rock turned around without a second thought upon hearing Nangong Lin's words.
“Serpent Cult is ultimately a cult. Such a sect is not worthy of being one of the Five Major Sects, let alone the Supreme Sect!” someone declared with righteous indignation.
The Underworld Sect echoed with curses, and Nangong Lin laughed heartily, saying, “This is exactly the effect I wanted; a bunch of trash who can’t reach the grapes claim they’re sour.”
Yang Xuanzong said, “Since there are only six of us, let’s draw lots to determine our opponents.”
Yang Long replied, “I don’t need to draw lots; let them come at me one by one. It’ll save me the trouble of bullying them.”
“Yang Long, you really are arrogant to a fault. Why not just let all five of us come at you together? If you’re capable, don’t back down!”
“Heh, if you think it’s shameful, feel free to come at me all at once; I’ll take you all on,” Yang Long said.
Nangong Lin clenched his fists and was about to jump onto Wuzhang Rock, but Nangong pulled him aside and handed him something from his sleeve. Upon seeing what Nangong had given him, Nangong Lin showed a look of surprise, then nodded with a cold smile before leaping onto Wuzhang Rock.
“Let’s begin,” Nangong Lin declared.
Suddenly, Yang Long’s figure blurred, and before Nangong Lin could react, he was struck in the chest by a punch from Yang Long. He staggered back to the edge of Wuzhang Rock, steadying himself as flames ignited around him and he charged toward Yang Long.
Seeing the fireball rushing at him, Yang Long threw another punch, which pierced through Nangong Lin’s body. However, Nangong Lin’s laughter echoed in his ears, and in the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Yang Long found himself caught by a fiery figure resembling Nangong Lin, who had seized him by the throat.
Behind Nangong Lin, a glowing red orb floated in the air. Yang Xuanzong, observing the orb, remarked, “So this is the Flame Demon Orb from the Serpent Cult. It’s said to be a crystal extracted from the body of an ancient supreme Flame Demon. Comparable to a Sacred Artifact, no wonder Nangong Lin’s fire techniques are so extraordinary.”
With a sinister grin, Nangong Lin held onto Yang Long’s neck and said, “Is that all? I thought it would be something more impressive.”
Suddenly, he exerted force to crush Yang Long’s neck but felt an overwhelming weakness wash over him. Yang Long placed his hand on his wrist as streams of true fire energy continuously flowed into his body.
Nangong Lin slowly set Yang Long down, his grip around the latter's neck gradually loosening. The flames surrounding Nangong Lin vanished, leaving his face pale as death. He suddenly stirred the golden core within him, causing the Qi Sea to tremble violently. Breaking free from Yang Long's grasp, he staggered back toward the shore, his meridians bursting forth, clearly visible.
Nangong reached out and pulled Nangong Lin close, channeling powerful Dao Qi into him until he finally began to recover.
"Father," Nangong Lin said painfully.
Nangong Dao replied, "Yang Long practices the evil art of absorbing others' power. Your true fire Dao Qi has been completely depleted; there's no need to blame yourself."
Dongfang Zhen looked at Dongfang Jiu and said, "Zhen'er, even the Shadowless Sword is no match for him. You don't need to step in."
"I'll go," said Emei Grand Disciple Rain Master Luo and Wudang's First Disciple Zhang Xing in unison.
Zhang Xing turned to Rain Master Luo and said, "Since Senior Sister Yu wants to go first, I won't compete."
"Yushi Luo, why are you going up first?" Miao Shengnan asked.
Rain Master Luo remained expressionless as she drew her long sword and walked up Wuzhang Rock. Yang Long looked at her mockingly and said, "Royal nobles and the first disciples of major sects are usually handsome or beautiful. With your buzz cut and tight-fitting outfit, you should really consider your appearance—are you a man or a woman?"
"Impudent! Yang Long, as a first disciple of a major sect, you should watch your words. My senior sister is devoted to the Dao and cares not for appearances. You truly disgrace yourself," an Emei Female Disciple below Wuzhang Rock retorted.
"Is that so? Devoted to the Dao? Then I'll see just how impressive your senior sister really is!" Yang Long declared, raising his finger like a sword. A sharp sword aura erupted from his fingertip and shot toward Rain Master Luo.
Rain Master Luo stood still, seemingly unaffected as the sword aura penetrated her body.
"Yushi Luo, what are you doing?" Emei Sect Leader Miao Shengnan asked.
Rain Master Luo's gaze was fixed on the boy pinned to the Wolf Fang Iron Pillar, a sharp pain piercing his heart. He didn't even glance at Yang Long.
Suddenly, everyone stepped back, sensing a powerful killing intent emanating from Wuzhang Rock.
"Hmm?" Yang Long was puzzled. With a swipe of his right hand, a curtain of water appeared before him. He unleashed a punch that reverberated through the water curtain, creating a thunderous sound as the void collapsed, and the air split open with visible cracks.
The nearby Elder Yang from Wuzhang Rock was pushed back by Yang Long's Taoist Arts. On Wuzhang Rock, fierce killing intent surged wildly, and patches of earth were scraped off the rocky surface. Rain Master Luo bore a fresh cut on his neck but did not flinch.
Dongfang Jiu, who was watching the battle with a smile, suddenly felt a rush of wind by his ear. He glanced sideways and saw a strand of hair fall onto his shoulder.
"Sword Momentum? Sword Realm?" Dongfang Jiu exclaimed in shock.
Hearing Dongfang Jiu's words, Yang Xuanzong's expression changed drastically. "Long, retreat! It's One Sword Technique!"
Yang Long was unaware of what was happening. Blood trickled from the corner of Rain Master Luo's mouth as he suddenly drew and sheathed his sword in an incredibly swift motion. Countless transparent Azure Shadows converged above Wuzhang Rock.
The water curtain remained in front of Yang Long, but his head fell to shoulder level. His previously smooth skin suddenly split open with a hissing sound, and he collapsed, reduced to a mass of flesh.
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