The ceremony has officially begun!
Although the highlight of the ceremony never lies within the ceremony itself, but rather before it.
Nonetheless, the respective processes must still be followed.
Ethereal singing and graceful dancing, the sounds of immortals faintly wafting.
Goblets and ladles intermingling, exchanging insights.
So, ti flowed by.
Luo Chen, from beginning to end, behaved with composure and propriety, not at all like soone who ca from the ranks of rogue cultivators.
In this, naturally, Sima Huiniang and the others played a part.
Having attended many others’ Golden Core Ceremonies, he was already quite familiar with such types of rules and etiquette.
Furthermore, with the guidance of the Jueqing Fairy, Luo Chen managed to avoid any breaches of decorum.
But he remained calm and steady, sitting firm as Taishan.
Still, there were those who couldn’t help themselves.
"I have long heard that Daoist Friend Luo Chen, even at the ti of Foundation Establishnt, boasted unparalleled combat prowess, covertly acclaid as the number one person in Yu Ding Foundation Establishnt."
"I wonder, now that you’ve undergone Core Formation, whether your spell battle thods have made any progress?"
As soon as these words were spoken,
the lively atmosphere in the venue abruptly quieted down.
All eyes turned toward the woman dressed in red cypress.
Yu Ding Golden Core Sword Cultivator—Hong Ling!
Luo Chen knew this mont would co; it was always customary, after a realm-breakthrough ceremony, for soone to test the strength of the celebrant.
This was also a way to confirm whether the other party had the strength to beco a peer.
Such a thod of debating Dao did not really place emphasis on winning or losing.
After all, it was normal to not be proficient in the techniques of a newly acquired realm right after a breakthrough.
However, if the performance was too poor, others would still look down on it.
Clearly, today’s initiator was none other than Hong Ling.
"Friend Hong Ling, today is a day of great joy for Daoist Friend Luo. How can we draw weapons? Besides, Daoist Friend Luo is a distinguished Pill Refiner; to engage in fights and killings would truly be unsightly. Why don’t you discuss the Dao of Alchemy with him instead? Have a good talk, and who knows, in the future, it may even beco a beautiful tale," suggested Qu Xibai, looking to diate.
Following his remarks, a wave of agreeing voices erged,
with even a few Golden Core Ascendant Masters eager to try saying, "Let exchange a few moves with you on behalf of Daoist Friend Luo Chen."
Only Shen Fu Sect Elder Ye Xiang, Fenghua Palace Feng Yue, and Five Elents Divine Sect Jin Buque remained silent, watching the scene with great interest.
Facing the gazes and the voices seeking to diate and to challenge,
Hong Ling, with her cold expression, continued to stare intently at Luo Chen.
"Fire Spirit Lord, today you are the host. If you don’t wish to take action, I certainly won’t insist!"
Luo Chen laughed.
Not insist?
If it were not for the presence of delegates from the four major Ascendant Sects, you would probably have challenged the mont you set foot on Taishan!
To have endured until this mont, that must have been difficult for you.
And moreover,
calling out my Daoist na of Fire Spirit Lord, the intent to provoke is clear for all to see.
So be it!
The necessary processes must still be executed!
This woman is rely full of fighting spirit, yet she harbors no malice.
Perhaps, she appears unfriendly, but actually only wants to make a point.
Pang Renxiong fell in The Great River District, and he erged from The Great River District.
Such matters cannot be concealed from those with intent.
Even though it has nothing to do with him, as Pang Renxiong’s direct disciple, there must be a thorn in her heart.
If a Dao debate today could pluck away that thorn, that would be for the best.
He smiled agreeably and spread open his palm.
"If you have a wish, Chen dare not decline!"
Hong Ling’s eyes lit up, and she instantly leaped up, hovering in mid-air.
"To prevent ruining your ceremony, why don’t we take our battle to the skies?"
Luo Chen shook his head, "As several friends ntioned, fighting tarnishes the event, indeed. Besides, today’s ceremony also signifies the union with my two spouses. Therefore, I do not agree to a full-fledged battle," Luo Chen replied.
"Hmm?" Hong Ling’s eyebrows knitted together.
At her displeasure, Luo Chen raised a finger.
"One move!"
"You and I will each make one move, regardless of winning or losing, we will stop and make peace," he declared.
It was not a suggestion, but a decision.
Considering that today was Luo Chen’s ho ground, Hong Ling did not press further.
She took a deep breath, "Very well, I’ll accept your terms. I also want to see just what you are capable of, how you managed to take away the glory of my senior brother Lin Qingxuan as the number one in Yu Ding Realm Foundation Establishnt!"
Luo Chen’s eyebrows rose slightly.
So there was such a story here!
He knew of Lin Qingxuan.
Years ago, Lin had already ranked among the top ten of the Sky Pride List in the Immortal City.
In fact, he was the bona fide number one person in the Yu Ding Realm for Foundation Establishnt.
However, Lin had begun Closed-Door Cultivation to break through to the Golden Core Period during the internal conflict between the two major Ascendant Sects.
It was during this ti that Luo Chen, through actual combat, snatched the title of number one person in Yu Ding Foundation Establishnt.
This woman...
Luo Chen laughed lightly, lifting the right hand he had extended.
"Be on guard!"
With a light shout, his right hand fingers began to perform complex magical gestures.
Streams of Qi Power circulated, swirling around his fingertips.
His movents were not fast, but the gestures were grand and ancient.
Sitting unmoved high above, his red garnts billowed without wind, rustling noisily.
Technique!
As he channeled his energy and perford the gestures, everyone realized what Luo Chen’s approach was.
It was not a Magic Item, but rather his famous Technique.
Fire Type?
In the next mont!
Luo Chen’s hand suddenly stopped in mid-air and pressed downwards.
Hum!
A humming sound resonated.
In the sky, a huge green handprint suddenly appeared.
Initially ethereal, it beca substantial in an instant as Qi Power flowed into it, with fingerprints and knuckles startlingly lifelike.
The surging green Spirit Qi, without stirring clouds or wind, was clearly condensed to the utmost.
Not Fire Type.
But Wood Type!
Five Elents Divine Sect Jin Buque’s eyes narrowed as he blurted out.
User Comments
0 comments from readers