Inside the light sphere is an independent Grotto Heaven. Lang Qiu and Lan Hongwen are like two tiny dots as they enter the Grotto Heaven.
Su Yu watched the Grotto Heaven with great interest; he also wanted to know what level the Xuankong Mountain’s inner elite were at.
Most of these people were participating in the trial for the second ti, having been in the sect for over five years but not more than ten. They were already considered as elite within the sect. Using them as a standard reference, Su Yu could clearly understand his current level.
Inside the Grotto Heaven, Lang Qiu waved a red fan, releasing a surge of flas that transford into a Fire Flood Dragon spanning several dozen ters.
This treasure fan was at least a Tier Seven high-quality item, and with a wave of his hand, seven Fire Flood Dragons were released. They were so nimble that they could dodge the opponent’s attacks.
anwhile, Lan Hongwen made a grasping motion, and golden light surged upwards, quickly transforming into countless golden swords, spears, lances, and halberds thrusting down.
A masterful Forbidden Skill—the Taibai Golden Saber Ban.
He trained this skill to a very high level, where golden sabers continuously erged, slashing down, shattering the Fire Flood Dragons into pieces.
Once all the Fire Flood Dragons were shattered, Lang Qiu imdiately grasped, gathering the broken flas and vitality into a colossal flaming grasping hand, spanning over a dozen acres, smacked down. Hundreds of golden sabers chopped the grasping hand, causing it to tremble violently but managed to block the myriad of golden sabers.
Lan Hongwen also did not hesitate to activate his mana, forming an equally large flaming grasping hand pressing down. The two colossal hands collided heavily in midair, furiously contending against each other.
"Great Strength Thousand Jin Divine Skill."
"Vajra Divine Power Skill."
The two grasping hands, with their boosted power, erupted in a storm of shockwaves and constant sonic booms.
"Geng tal Divine Thunder Net!"
"Bing Fire Divine Thunder Net!"
"Five Elents Restriction!"
"Five-Thunder Dragon-Binding Rope."
"Five Elents Fire Evil Qi."
"Celestial Heart Five-Thunder Spell!"
Both sides unleashed their full array of techniques, turning the Grotto Heaven into chaotic mayhem.
Su Yu watched for a while and got a sense of their strength.
Firstly, they were quite strong.
Even though their techniques weren’t showy, mostly derived from Qi Refining Heart Skills, their power was formidable. They could easily overpower most Loose Immortal-level cultivators outside their realm.
But this did not include Su Yu.
They were strong, but he was stronger. He had enough confidence to defeat them.
The two evenly matched contenders failed to decide a winner for a long ti. After battling for almost a full incense stick’s length, Lan Hongwen’s mana was the first to be exhausted, allowing Lang Qiu to narrowly win.
After Lan Hongwen was defeated and exited the Grotto Heaven treasure, soone imdiately jumped in.
Jiang Wanqing, a senior sister.
She was a Sword Cultivator, and upon entering, she imdiately launched a fierce attack on Lang Qiu with two Tier Seven Flying Swords.
Sword Qi Thunder Sound was expertly mastered.
Condensing Sword into Silk was sowhat accomplished.
Sword Light Division was not mastered.
True Sword Intent was even further out of reach.
But even so, with two Flying Swords and strong fundantal Sword Formulas, she was able to defeat Lang Qiu head-on.
Once Lang Qiu was defeated, an unwilling Lan Hongwen jumped back in to challenge Jiang Wanqiu.
According to the rules, each of the ten people needs to continuously compete, with rankings determined by victories, requiring each participant to challenge nine tis, though not allowed to challenge the sa person more than once.
Lan Hongwen had just lost to Lang Qiu, so he couldn’t challenge Lang Qiu again, but he could challenge everyone else.
Unfortunately, his strength was not much different from Lang Qiu’s, and he ultimately lost to Jiang Wanqiu as well.
Next, players continued to enter the arena one after another, with mixed results of victory and defeat. Su Yu watched with great interest, until Ye Xiyi took the stage.
Once he entered, he imdiately displayed superiority over the others. His mastery over Magic was exceptional, and its potency surpassed others, effortlessly defeating three in succession, causing the remaining participants to hesitate.
At this mont, everyone looked at Su Yu, and Jiang Wanqing smiled and said:
"Mr. Su hasn’t entered the arena yet, right? I’ve heard that your Swordsmanship is extraordinary, and I would love to witness it."
Su Yu shrugged and smiled:
"I did want to, but you all were too quick, and I couldn’t keep up."
Jiang Wanqing covered her mouth and chuckled lightly:
"Now, no one is competing with you."
Su Yu laughed heartily, took a step forward, and the space shifted; he appeared in a realm below, with continuous mountains and scenic rivers, all intact.
After each battle, the master would reset the Magical Treasure, restoring the environnt and everyone’s state, including the cooldowns of their spells.
But this only applied to regular spells and Forbidden Skills. Su Yu’s Void-Splitting Great Divine Skill and Dragon Transformation, with their exceptionally long cooldowns, could not be reset.
But it was not a problem, as he didn’t need such ultimate moves to deal with them, or even need to use Sword Intent.
Like the regular Arena PK, there was a sixty-second countdown for preparation.
Ye Xiyi stood a kiloter away in midair and shouted loudly:
"So say I am not as good as you, and I am not convinced."
Su Yu raised an eyebrow and asked calmly:
"Who said that?"
"There’s no need to ask who said it, I just want to tell you...."
"They were right."
Su Yu interrupted him, saying calmly:
"You indeed are not as good as ."
"And by quite a margin."
Ye Xiyi’s face darkened, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, word by word:
"I will prove that I am the strongest!"
Su Yu chuckled lightly, not bothering to answer anymore.
He had a temper too. Ti and again, he was given the cold shoulder; who was he to take it lying down?
The sixty-second countdown quickly ended, and as soon as the isolation light curtain disappeared, Ye Xiyi summoned a cyan treasure bell to hover above his head. As the Magical Treasure rose, he sensed sothing and looked up to see Su Yu pointing a finger at him. A gigantic shadow of the Hundred-eyed Demon Spider erged, its hundred eyes opening, and a hundred beams of divine light of various colors bombarded him.
"Clang!"
The treasure bell shook violently, its descending Treasure Light twisting dramatically.
But several beams pierced through the Treasure Light and struck his face, making him stagger backward, his mind muddled involuntarily.
In his daze, he saw Sword Qi overwhelming the sky, rushing toward him. He instinctively wanted to do sothing, but several beams of the Hundred Eyes Divine Light bypassed the Magical Treasure’s defense, directly impacting his mind, throwing him into confusion for several seconds, leaving him unable to react.
Then his vision blurred, he vaguely felt sothing shatter, and then his whole body felt light, as if the world were spinning around him.
When he ca to, he found himself standing inside a grand hall.
Bafflent, disbelief upon realization, and sha.
"Did I just get taken down in seconds?"
All around him, others wore expressions of shock, Jiang Wanqiu’s rosy lips slightly parted in disbelief.
It took a few seconds before everyone reacted, the hall erupting into an uproar.
"So strong! Ye Xiyi is stronger than the others, yet he was taken down with one move by Su Yu. Doesn’t that an Mr. Su’s strength..."
Sitting in the chief position above, the heads of each lineage observing the fight were slightly moved, one of them cupping his hands towards Master Xuanwei and saying:
"Congratulations on gaining another outstanding disciple under your tutelage, brother."
Master Xuanwei stroked his beard and laughed heartily:
"Just lucky, just lucky."
On the other side, Jin Yinian was also laughing heartily, returning the greetings to his fellow sect mbers:
"Nothing special, nothing special."
His words were humble, but seeing the envious eyes of his fellow disciples made his heart burst with joy.
Though earning contribution to the sect every day was quite tiring, thinking about how this disciple brought him so much honor and how soon the disciple would pass the apprenticeship, making him a master in the middle and a disciple below — it was simply delightful.
Thinking of this, Jin Yinian perked himself up, cheerfully handling the inquiries from his fellow disciples.
On the arena, the commotion lasted only a few seconds before soone else jumped on stage to challenge.
Dealing with the sa sect disciples other than Ye Xiyi, Su Yu showed more patience. Not only did he refrain from using powerful moves to take them down instantly, but he also deliberately held back to exchange blows with them for a while.
He used neither Magical Treasures nor Restrictions, relying on the Cyan Gang and Purple Thunder flying swords in hand, earnestly exchanging moves to give them enough face.
Especially with Senior Sister Jiang Wanqiu, who used swords, he even guided her with his sword, as a master instructs a disciple, helping her improve her Swordsmanship in the process.
After a thrilling streak of nine consecutive victories, his defeated senior brothers and sisters were all sincerely convinced, and the elders of the senior siblings outside the arena praised him highly.
When Su Yu ca out of the Grotto Heaven Arena, his nine consecutive victories ant that he had secured an inheritance spot for the Profound Court Manual in advance.
"Why isn’t this my disciple!"
Zhou Yue lowered her head, hearing Master Wandering Dragon Ancestor muttering beside her, filled with regret and envy:
"Jin Yinian is so lucky. Where did he find such a disciple?"
"....."
Zhou Yue found herself speechless upon hearing her master’s words, unable to say anything in response.
In her eyes, Nephew Ye Xiyi was quite good, but indeed far inferior to Su Yu, who couldn’t even withstand a single move.
At that mont, an idea struck her. She sent a ssage to a steward responsible for managing disciple registrations in the sect:
"Help check the details of Su Yu, the sixth disciple of Fengyun Zhenren Jin Yinian from Xuankong Mountain. Where did he co from?"
She quickly received a response:
"Why are you looking into this disciple, Miss Zhou?"
"Just curious."
"Hold on, I’m sorting through disciple information at the mont."
In less than five minutes, she received a reply:
"Found it. Su Yu, currently 21 years old, originates from the Thousand Feather Guild downstream of the Yuanjiang River. He joined our sect two years ago and is now a disciple of Xuankong Mountain."
Zhou Yue’s eyes were imdiately drawn to a familiar na within, and she asked:
"Which Thousand Feather Guild are you referring to?"
"The one in the middle and lower reaches of the Yuanjiang River, which seems to have been wiped out recently."
Zhou Yue was thunderstruck, the mory of a long-forgotten scene flooding back into her mind.
She imdiately looked up, matching the foggy face in her mory with the confident and spirited youth at present, the blurry recollections becoming clearer.
"Hiss!"
"How is this possible? His talent was so poor back then, how did he change so drastically in just two short years..."
Hearing her light exclamation, Wandering Dragon Ancestor asked in confusion:
"What’s wrong?"
Zhou Yue hurriedly shook her head:
"Nothing, Master."
She didn’t dare to look Wandering Dragon Ancestor in the eye.
If Master knew that Su Yu initially intended to join the Wandering Dragon Lineage but was persuaded otherwise by her to save so resources, she couldn’t imagine how angry her master would be.
"Clang!"
As ti passed, disciples took turns challenging each other on stage. An hour later, all challenges were concluded.
In the end, Ye Xiyi, thanks to his superior hard power, secured the most victories, earning the second spot.
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