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The sky was high and the clouds were light, with the red sun slanting towards the west. Zhao Yang, illuminated by the rosy clouds, appeared as if he were an Immortal descending to the mortal realm, gliding effortlessly through the air. With his hands clasped behind his back and his robe billowing, he stood tall, as if stepping on a flying saucer, moving swiftly and steadily. His long hair flowed behind him, exuding an ethereal charm. From a distance, he could hear the sounds of shouting and clashing swords. A bird's nest-like structure came into view, and he silently descended onto the top of the arena's surrounding wall to observe.
In the center of the arena, there were nine challenge platforms made of special materials, arranged in a Nine Palace Plum Blossom Soul Formation that looked quite spectacular. At that moment, two disciples were engaged in battle on each platform. Zhao Yang quickly spotted Long Xiao Wu fighting on the fifth Offering Camp platform.
Long Xiao Wu appeared exhausted, covered in wounds. After two years of relentless battles, he had become numb to it all. When he first entered the Offering Camp, he was full of vigor and invincible; none of his opponents could match him. He had put several challengers on the brink of death, with two suffering severe injuries that left them crippled, making a significant impact within the Offering Camp.
Initially, the Sect's upper echelons thought that a disciple with a Single Attribute Spiritual Root had mistakenly entered the Offering Camp. However, upon investigation, they discovered that Long Xiao Wu was merely a body cultivator without any Spiritual Root. This revelation infuriated the Elders; if things continued this way, they would stray from their goal of nurturing Elite disciples and instead turn them into cripples.
Yet, they could not publicly execute Long Xiao Wu. Instead, they made a decision: Long Xiao Wu would only draw lots for Grand Offerings from the Nine Great Offerings Camp. All Grand Offerings were at the eighth or ninth level of Foundation Establishment Stage and practiced the most superior Cultivation Methods from the Scripture Repository. Without using his Dragon Spirit Qi, Long Xiao Wu could not possibly contend against them; after all, these were Elites among Elites. Despite his extraordinary talent, he was still just a newcomer who had recently entered the Foundation Establishment Stage. Initially, he could hold his own against a Grand Offering in one-on-one combat, but facing nine consecutive rounds of wheel battles proved overwhelming. By afternoon each day, he would be drained of True Qi and physically exhausted, standing there to take hits. Over time, several Grand Offerings had grown accustomed to beating Long Xiao Wu daily; it became a ritual for them to feel satisfied only after pummeling him.
Despite this treatment, Long Xiao Wu never begged for mercy; even when he fainted from exhaustion, he would return the next day with renewed vigor.
Zhao Yang stood high above, his long hair swaying gently in the western wind. He remained still like a serene sky at dusk yet moved with an ethereal grace.
In the next moment, someone suddenly exclaimed and pointed towards the setting sun, alerting everyone that someone was flying in their direction. All heads turned upwards.
As if stained with blood against a backdrop of ink-like clouds, a tall youth bathed in golden-red light soared gracefully through the crimson sun's rays, leaving behind a long trail of colorful clouds.
In an instant, countless Sisters gasped in awe; this youth left an indelible impression on their hearts.
"Who is this person? He looks so handsome," one girl exclaimed dreamily.
"What kind of flying technique is this? There’s no Flying Sword supporting him or any visible flying artifact. Could it be that he has mastered some form of air-walking at such a young age?"
"Impossible! He must be using some invisible flying artifact; otherwise, it would be impossible to fly so steadily at this speed unless he was born to fly."
Meanwhile, Long Xiao Wu had already reached his ninth match and was utterly exhausted and battered. Struggling to lift his head towards the golden-armored figure approaching him from above, he felt an inexplicable surge of bitterness welling up inside him and began to cry out loud in front of everyone—his cries filled with grievance and unwillingness.
After all, Long Xiao Wu was still an inexperienced child, younger than seventeen-year-old Zhao Yang by half a year. Although he had learned much during his six months beside Zhao Yang, his experiences were still too few. He realized that relying solely on himself was insufficient to stand against everyone else; no matter how strong one individual might be, they could not contend with the world alone. Little did he know that Zhao Yang carried memories from two lifetimes and had witnessed countless extraordinary events and twisted human nature; he had long since grasped what lay within people's hearts.
Zhao Yang showed no hesitation in being seen by so many people; like a Celestial Being descending beside Long Xiao Wu, he gently helped him up from where he sat crying uncontrollably and patted his shoulder to soothe his trembling emotions born from feeling too wronged.
"Alright, a man should be strong. Why not just take action and kill them?" Zhao Yang asked gently.
"There are too many of them; I can't fight them off. An elder threatened me, saying that if I killed one of his disciples, he would secretly kill me in return. That elder is at the ninth level of Core Formation Stage. Even if I revealed my true self, I wouldn't stand a chance against him." At that moment, Long Xiao Wu regarded Zhao Yang as an older brother, pouring out the grievances he had been holding inside for so long.
Hearing that an elder was intervening, Zhao Yang's anger flared up instantly. He clenched his fists tightly, exuding an overwhelming killing intent that frightened the disciples on the platform, causing them to stagger back in fear, their faces pale and anxious.
"You can leave now." Zhao Yang quickly regained his composure and spoke calmly.
He knew that this was not the right time to act, and the disciple who had just been reprimanded by him still looked shaken. He had never seen such a terrifying gaze in his life; it felt as if it could pierce through him a thousand times in an instant. He had a gut feeling that the handsome young man only needed to say a word, and he would be left utterly devastated.
"How dare you, reckless fool! Who are you to openly challenge the rules and authority of Myriad Spirit Sect in Offering Camp?" A stern voice rang out, cutting through the air and awakening everyone.
The speaker was Meng Yu, the Grand Offering of the Ninth Camps. Dressed in black combat attire, he was robustly built and exuded a powerful aura. His cultivation level was at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment Stage, which made everyone instinctively part ways for him. The disciple who had just been scolded by Zhao Yang was his younger brother. Initially, he intended to teach Long Xiao Wu a lesson himself but lost interest upon seeing him half-dead. Instead, he decided to let his younger brother handle it as a practice target.
"That's Meng Yu, a late-stage expert with dual attributes of gold and earth. It is said that his iron fists can shatter mountains and break through the protective shields of other Foundation Stage Cultivators with just one punch. His physical body is also incredibly tough; with both gold and earth attributes for defense, calling him indestructible would not be an exaggeration!" someone reminded.
Upon hearing about Meng Yu's prowess, Zhao Yang remained unfazed and didn't even glance at him. Instead, he placed Long Xiao Wu's arm over his shoulder to help him down from the stage.
"I'm talking to you; are you deaf?" Meng Yu's expression darkened as he blocked Zhao Yang's path coldly.
Zhao Yang remained unmoved and replied in a similarly cold tone, "If I were you, I wouldn't take advantage of someone else's misfortune. If you want to fight me, we must establish a Death Contract first. I, Zhao Yang, will accept any number of them. A fight to the death on this stage—do you dare?"
As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, there was an uproar among the crowd below.
"What exactly is this person? He looks quite young but possesses such high cultivation?" Someone stared at Zhao Yang's back in astonishment.
"That's Zhao Yang! He's the Outer Court Demon King who went missing two years ago! He has entered the Inner Courtyard! He actually made it into the Inner Courtyard!" Someone exclaimed as if they had seen a ghost.
"Who is Zhao Yang? The Outer Court Demon King?"
"Self-proclaimed, I have never heard of it!"
Zhao Yang listened to the crowd's words, and immediately his cultivation level began to fluctuate, revealing a shocking aura. It was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, two levels deep.
"I, Zhao Yang, have just entered the Inner Courtyard today. Tomorrow I will challenge the Grand Offering of the Nine Great Royal Cities. I ask whichever Manager is present to notify the Sect's higher-ups to come and see how their Elite disciple fares against me, a practitioner with a Mixed Spiritual Root. They are nothing but a bunch of useless chickens and dogs."
His tone was calm and unruffled, not at all like someone joking. However, it provoked uproarious laughter and angry curses from most people, including those who had become offerings!
"So it turns out he’s only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, what a joke!"
"Ah, he looks so good, but he's just a blowhard. What a disappointment!"
"Just a pretty face with no substance. Junior Sister, don't judge by appearances. Someone like me may not be handsome, but in certain aspects, I'm definitely much stronger than that Pretty Boy."
"Go to hell!"
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