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Chapter 218 An Old Friend Appears
"This is outrageous!"

At the edge of the stands during the early stages of the fusion, Jin Ya rested her chin on her hand, pouting in dissatisfaction. "Even more arrogant than me."

An Rong quickly covered the little rascal's mouth: "Don't you even look at who's on stage?"

Jin Ya scoffed, "Once Lin Zhao reaches the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, we'll beat her up by the head!"

An Rong: "..."

However, it was clear that there were quite a few people who shared the same idea as Jin Ya, and soon a young man dressed in all black appeared silently on the arena.

When the young man appeared, Lin Zhao stood up abruptly, looking at him with a mix of emotions surging in his eyes.

But overall, none of these emotions were positive.

Yun Chong had never seen Lin Zhao so emotionally expressive before, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao clenched his fist: "I've met an old friend here."

Seeing Lin Zhao's attitude, Yun Zhong subconsciously observed the young man who went up on stage, "His name is..."

The black-clad youth on the stage said indifferently, "You think you're invincible, but that's just because the geniuses from other top-tier lower realms are unwilling to inherit the Blue Duck Bird's legacy and don't want to offend you too much. It doesn't mean they aren't your match."

Ji Wantang sensed the fluctuations in the other party's cultivation level and smiled, "Finally, someone presentable has come up. State your name."

The young man stroked the jade pendant in his palm: "Ancestral Spirit Continent, Shen Yuhan."

Hearing this familiar name, Lin Zhao was finally certain that the unfathomable young man, who already possessed the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, was none other than Shen Yuhan, who left behind a piece of paulownia wood as an incarnation and departed from the Heavenly Phoenix Continent!

It seems his true physical body possesses considerable cultivation.

Having confirmed who the other person was and where they came from, Lin Zhao calmed down and sat down.

Upon hearing Shen Yuhan's name on the stage, Ji Wantang remained unconcerned: "So you're a top-tier genius created by the Ancestral Spirit. No wonder you dared to come up here. Let me see how capable you are to dare say those things to me."

After saying that, Ji Wantang revealed her weapon for the first time.

—A long-handled sickle, entirely fiery red.

In Ji Wantang's hands, every swing of the sickle was accompanied by blazing flames.

Because her battle with Shen Yuhan was too fast, without the blessing of Granny Honghu's soul, Lin Zhao couldn't see the details of their fight. Even just watching their simplest clashes made Lin Zhao's eyes hurt.

When Yun Chong discovered that she actually dared to watch two Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivators fight, he quickly turned her head back: "Are you crazy? Even if you want to improve, you can't just watch a Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivator fight with your Fusion Stage strength!"

This kind of cross-level spectating could even lead to the exhaustion of the soul of low-level cultivators!
Therefore, those whose cultivation level is insufficient can only listen to explanations.

Lin Zhao sighed; she didn't want to hear others recount the battle.

Yun Chong said to Lin Zhao, "We've received a notification that Ji Wantang's battle is over, and now it's your turn. Get ready."

Lin Zhao closed his eyes and circulated the Phoenix Vein Technique to repair his eyes, which had been aching from watching the battle.

Once her eyes returned to normal, the results came out.

Did Ji Wantang win?

This result did not surprise her.

After listening to the commentary on the battle, Yun Chong sighed softly: "However, she was also badly beaten. It's just that her opponent couldn't stand up anymore. She was more ruthless. Despite her severely injured soul, she stood there and was declared the winner."

He was seriously injured?

"Who says that standing on the battlefield all the time doesn't count as a victory?" Lin Zhao felt increasingly troubled by Ji Wantang, and her desire to become stronger grew stronger.

If I'm not strong enough, I won't be able to reclaim the Phoenix Fortune in two years, let alone truly break off the engagement with Shen Yuhan, rescue my mother, or find my eldest and second eldest brothers.

Everything must start from this step.

Lin Zhao stood up and headed towards the eighth-floor arena, as indicated by the staff. As she walked up, Ji Wantang, who was being helped down, brushed past her. As if sensing something, Ji Wantang struggled to open her eyes and looked at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao met her gaze.

Ji Wantang wanted to carefully perceive the strange feeling this girl was giving her, but the pain deep in her soul told her that she had reached her limit.

But it didn't matter, she already knew who the other person was, so despite her severe injuries, she laughed loudly.

The young man who was helping her had never seen Ji Wantang with such an expression.

As if she had met someone destined for her, at this moment not only did her eyes hold the usual arrogance, but Ji Wantang's originally elegant and beautiful face was now filled with joy and relief.

"You finally found me..."

The young man asked softly, "Wantang, who are you talking about? Is it that person named Shen Yuhan?"

Ji Wantang clenched her fists tightly, tears streaming down her face from laughing too hard: "Shen Yuhan? A mere defeated general, does he even deserve to be called one?!"

She pushed away the young man who was helping her and walked off the stage with uneven steps.

"That nemesis who was said to be my destined rival, she has arrived. Only she is qualified to ascend to the same position as me, and then be killed by me!"

……

Lin Zhao slowly walked onto the stage, and watched as Ji Wantang limped off the stage like she had an epileptic seizure. Her lips twitched.

"He's gone completely mad," Lin Zhao sighed.

“Who says otherwise?” Another woman on stage remarked.

The two withdrew their gazes from Ji Wantang, exchanged a glance, and smiled at each other.

"I am Blue Butterfly," the young woman introduced herself with a smile.

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Zhao Ling'er."

The two bowed and leaped onto the battle platform at the same time. When the referee saw that everyone had arrived, he gave a command, and the two blue figures intertwined.

Seeing the three vortexes of spiritual energy in his opponent's hand, Lin Zhao finally understood why his opponent was able to serve as the guardian of the ninth level of the arena.

After intercepting Lan Die's palm strike, Lin Zhao sensed it: "Six hundred streams of spiritual energy..."

This is a significant improvement over the opponents in the previous seven matches.

However, it's still too weak for Lin Zhao at this point.

Two purple vortexes of spiritual energy rose up around her, and Lin Zhao threw a punch.

The Explosive Fist spiritual skill is actually not considered to be of a very high grade even in the Ancestral Phoenix Continent, let alone in this world of divine souls, which contains the top geniuses of the continent and even people from the Upper Realm.

However, under the overwhelming influence of absolute spiritual energy, even the simplest spiritual technique can produce unexpected results.

Moreover, Lin Zhao imbued this punch with the power of Phoenix Harmony.

So when this punch was thrown, Lan Die immediately realized that she couldn't take it. A pair of dreamlike butterfly wings unfolded behind her, and her speed suddenly increased. She retreated out of Lin Zhao's attack range and surrendered the next moment.

The referee was somewhat displeased upon hearing this, but he knew a bit about Lan Die, the resident champion of the arena. He looked at Lan Die with a probing gaze, only to see her make a helpless gesture.

Since the establishment of the arena, only the most outstanding geniuses who could make Blue Butterfly make this gesture have possessed a spiritual energy vortex capable of storing three hundred streams of spiritual energy.

For example, Ji Wantang, for example, Ji Qin...

The referee's pupils contracted, and his gaze towards Lin Zhao instantly became respectful.

But he also had a question in his mind: Could it be that the young master of a hidden family has come out?