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At this mont, Xiang Zhaoling had already jogged back to the Disciple seating area.
"How was that? Wasn’t I amazing?"
She wiggled her small feet, giggling.
Song Yan pondered for a mont, then said seriously, "Junior Sister Xiang’s Gu are truly wondrous. Is it perhaps a Cultivation Dao lineage from the Southern Border?"
"That’s right, that’s right."
Without any surprise, the young girl imdiately admitted it.
Song Yan looked enlightened and nodded, "Then, if we et again on the Sword Debate Platform, I will have to ask for your guidance."
"Okay, okay! I have many more interesting Gu!"
"Interesting Gu?" Song Yan asked subconsciously.
Xiang Zhaoling gave a sinister smile, "Hehe... For example..."
"...For example, the Great Poop Gu."
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Song Yan didn’t dare to ask for details about this sowhat vulgar-sounding Gu, or what miraculous effects it might have.
Judging by the na, could it be that it makes opposing Cultivators uncontrollably suffer from diarrhea?
What a truly malicious Gu... The duels on the Sword Debate Platform continued. anwhile, Li Yi’s battle ended extrely quickly.
His opponent had already conceded before even stepping onto the stage.
It was quite normal. For many Cultivators, making it into the top twenty-two during the selection phase, appearing before the Sect Master and Elders, and receiving the first-stage reward was already satisfying enough.
Especially for Li Yi’s thirteenth opponent, who unluckily drew a strong person. There was even less need to seek trouble.
However, this made Li Yi, who couldn’t participate in a battle, quite frustrated.
Senior Brother Lin Qing’s fight with his opponent also ended very quickly.
This was also the first ti Song Yan had seen Senior Brother Lin Qing fight. The offensive Spell he unleashed with his spiritual power seed to be a kind of "ink."
Several ink traces erupted on his twenty-first opponent’s body, and a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation completely suppressed him.
The victor was imdiately decided.
Looking at Senior Brother Lin Qing’s departing back, Song Yan’s mind recalled the person nad "Che Ning" from their joint exploration of Lin Qinglong’s tomb.
"Could that be Senior Brother Lin?"
It was too similar.
Moreover, the person nad Che Ning had obtained a brush and a scroll painting from Lin Qinglong’s tomb.
This was very compatible with the Dao Spell Senior Brother Lin displayed.
People always want to believe what they deduce. At this point, Song Yan even regarded the shared surna of Senior Brother Lin Qing and Senior Lin Qinglong as a potential clue.
Unfortunately, if he truly wanted an answer, it could only be confird if it ca from Senior Brother Lin Qing himself.
The other duels on the Sword Debate Platform were still in full swing. Song Yan withdrew his gaze.
He then looked towards the duel in the northeast.
Sun Zhengfu slowly ascended the stage, his expression sowhat solemn.
His twelfth opponent was an Inner Sect Disciple from Taiping Peak, also at Level 8 Qi Refining, nad Ye Tian.
He was stout and burly, carrying a heavy sword.
He looked at Sun Zhengfu with a hint of disdain and mockery in his eyes.
Indeed, this battle was considered a foregone conclusion by many; Ye Tian, the Inner Sect Disciple, was sure to win.
Because not many people were unaware of Sun Zhengfu’s style.
He had a rigid personality, was not smooth in his dealings, and spent all his days studying calligraphy, not excelling at fighting.
To say that might even be giving him too much credit.
It should be said that he was completely unsuited for fighting.
During the Sword Wiping Selection phase, he only managed to squeeze into the top twenty-two through so luck.
At the end of the selection, he had the lowest number of spiritual patterns.
As for his opponent, Ye Tian.
He was usually fierce and aggressive, and his heavy Sword Qi was quite ferocious.
Moreover, he never held back during duels, even when victory was assured, he would strike hard, injuring or crippling his opponents.
Among the Qi Refining Disciples, he had quite a fierce reputation.
Even Song Yan was a little worried, fearing that Senior Brother Sun would suffer serious injuries.
Among the Disciples watching from below the stage, soone scoffed, "Sun Zhengfu? Didn’t he only advance by hiding until the Restriction ended?"
"To have survived into the top twenty-two, he’s lucky to even have the face to stand on stage."
"If it were , I’d just concede below the stage like you."
"How is Ye Tian so lucky? I drew Senior Brother Li Yi, there’s no chance of winning at all. But he gets to pick up a spot in the top eleven for free."
The discussions reached his ears, but Sun Zhengfu seed not to hear, rely waiting quietly for the Elder in charge to give the order.
"Junior Brother Sun." Ye Tian grinned, his voice booming, "To have made it this far, your luck isn’t bad."
Sun Zhengfu frowned slightly, simply cupping his hands in a bow, "Senior Brother Ye, please instruct ."
The Elder in charge had originally thought Sun Zhengfu would concede, but since he was on stage, then a battle it would be.
"Begin."
With the Elder in charge’s command, the duel began!
Ye Tian was impolite. His heavy sword unsheathed, and with spiritual energy infused, the sword body glowed with an earthy yellow light.
A heavy sword without an edge, great skill without intricate work.
He charged forward, his sword stance like a mountain, aiming directly at Sun Zhengfu’s face!
Sun Zhengfu’s expression still seed hesitant. Seeing the opponent strike, he repeatedly retreated.
But Ye Tian’s offense would naturally not be so simple.
He slamd his heavy sword into the ground, motionless, then turned, grabbing the hilt.
With a sudden powerful heave, he lifted the heavy sword again and swung it heavily.
The heavy sword unleashed a majestic earthy yellow Sword Qi, instantly sweeping across the Sword Debate Platform and kicking up a sky full of dust.
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"Is it over?"
The Cultivators watching the match speculated, the power of that sword strike should have been enough to sweep Sun Zhengfu off the Sword Debate Platform.
"Couldn’t even take one move?"
Discussions buzzed all around.
A certain Cultivator closest to the east side of the Sword Debate Platform, however, looked at the stage with so doubt.
As the dust settled, Sun Zhengfu’s figure stood motionless at the very edge of the Sword Debate Platform.
In his hand, he held a bamboo scroll.
That Cultivator wondered, "Just now, what did he say?"
It seed like one word, but he didn’t quite catch what it was.
Seeing that Sun Zhengfu had still not been eliminated, the Cultivators watching the match let out a sound that was like both cheering and sighing.
Ye Tian sneered, "Senior Brother Sun, why bother? It’s better to step down early and avoid physical pain."
"Isn’t it?"
His eyes narrowed, and he charged at Sun Zhengfu again.
Why bother?
In Sun Zhengfu’s heart, Song Yan’s figure inexplicably appeared.
At that ti, the Song Yan in his eyes was rely an Outer Sect Disciple in the Middle Stage of Qi Refining.
Unremarkable, with ordinary Aptitude.
Not only that, but he also heard that Song Yan was caught in the mire of an Outer Sect conspiracy, had lost all his Cultivation, and needed to Cultivate anew.
Everyone thought that such a Cultivator would have no hope of Foundation Establishnt.
Nor would he have the ambition to seek the Dao of immortality.
But after that, every ti they t, Song Yan gave him a feeling of courageous progress.
Now, he was already a powerful expert beyond his reach.
What about himself? Where was his ambition?
His parents always taught him that the world of immortal Cultivation was extrely dangerous, and if unnecessary, he must never draw attention to himself.
However, he was only in his twenties.
He also wanted to be as sharp as Junior Brother Song.
He also wanted to stand in the applause and flowers of his friends, just like him.
Buzz—
The mont the earthy yellow heavy sword approached, a golden rune floated out from the bamboo scroll.
At the sa ti, Sun Zhengfu firmly uttered a word.
Imdiately, Ye Tian’s sword montum abruptly froze, as if it had hit an invisible wall.
"Stop."
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