Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 311 Yi Xitian's Shock
Nie Zhaonan only glanced at the dozen people opposite him and stopped paying attention. He just said calmly: "I am here, and I agree to your fight. You can admit defeat at any time, and I will not attack you again after you admit defeat. But in return, I hope you will hand over the spirit stones after you lose, otherwise if I want to take them personally, it will not be as simple as a bet."

Seeing Nie Zhaonan appearing as a winner, the faces of the late Nascent Soul cultivators all looked unhappy, and some even showed a little anger.

"So arrogant!"

"Too arrogant!"

"He never thought he would be beaten to death by us!"

The cultivators were roaring in their hearts, filled with endless anger and endless desire to fight.

"Our Taiyi Sect and Tianmo Sect are organizing this battle. Fellow Daoist Nie does not need to worry about anything. If someone loses and refuses to hand over the bet, our two sects will join forces to defeat him." Xuan Qingzi looked at Nie Zhaonan and said with a serious look in his eyes.

"Yeah." Nie Zhaonan nodded slightly.

He was also lucky, just when he was short of spirit stones, there were such a group of people who offered them to him. However, he could also guess the purpose of their fight, which was nothing more than wanting to find out his strength.

Nie Zhaonan looked around and suddenly paused for a moment in the distance where there was no one. He quickly looked away and no one noticed.

At the same time, in the capital city of Jin, in a small courtyard of an inconspicuous Taoist temple, a monk in a green robe looked up at the sky.

"Among so many Nascent Soul cultivators, none of them has a cultivation base weaker than mine. There are as many as sixteen people with powerful auras in the late Nascent Soul stage. It's simply terrifying." Feeling the faint fluctuations of aura coming from the clouds, Han Li's face changed drastically, and he spoke as if muttering to himself.

“Tsk tsk, this scene is really going to be a fight between dragons and tigers.” Lord Dayan also sighed.

Seeing that Han Li still didn't make any move, Dayan Divine Lord couldn't help but said, "Han kid, are you really not going to take a look? We can just stay away from him and run away if we see something wrong. If you miss this opportunity, you may never have the chance to see a battle of this scale again. Are you not interested? Even I feel like there is a kitten scratching me in my heart, itching."

"It's too dangerous to show up in front of so many powerful cultivators. I may not be able to escape even if I run. It's safer to just feel it secretly here." Han Li was unmoved and shook his head, very determined.

"As cowardly as a mouse." Lord Dayan secretly despised him.

In the past he thought Han Li was cautious and worthy of praise, but now it seemed that he was as timid as a mouse and he was ashamed to be associated with him.

Suddenly, Han Li frowned slightly, as if he felt the resentment in the bamboo tube behind him, but his brows quickly relaxed and he carefully used his spiritual sense to feel the movements in the sky.

In a remote corner attic in the imperial city of Jinjing, two men and one woman were sitting around a round table. They all looked up at the sky at the same time.

"They really don't take our royal family, the Ye family, seriously. They actually want to fight a big battle in the sky above Jinjing." The old man in the black hat was indignant and angry.

"You can try to stop them." The beautiful woman suggested.

Hearing this, the old man in black cap suddenly calmed down, and the anger and resentment on his face disappeared. He shook his head and said:
"Forget it. The rules of our Ye family are only followed by some low- and middle-level cultivators. As long as one has the Nascent Soul cultivation, everyone will treat them as nothing. In the past, they flew over Jinjing, but now it has become a big battle. It doesn't matter. Let them be proud for a while. After successfully obtaining the two spiritual treasures in Kunwu Mountain, our Ye family will be able to truly rise and no longer have to act according to the wishes of the ten major sects of good and evil."

As he spoke, the old man in the black hat became more and more excited, as if the realization was just before his eyes.

“Watch carefully, maybe both of them will suffer losses. Then we will hide our identities and take action to see if we can gain some benefits. Nie Zhaonan’s natal flying sword and the spiritual wings that can perform thunder escape are both rare treasures. The treasures in the hands of others may be slightly inferior, but not much worse. After all, they are all cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, and most of them come from large sects.” The big-headed monster reminded.

"Wouldn't this be too conspicuous and attract other people's attention?" the beautiful woman said with some concern.

"Don't worry. Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators who stay in Jinjing are trying to fish in troubled waters. If we blend in with them, we won't attract too much attention." The big-headed monster thought for a while and said.

The old man in black hat nodded and said, "Third uncle is right. I will inform big brother and the others so that we can act together. Even if we pretend not to know each other, we can still take care of each other."

As he spoke, he took out a jade talisman for sending messages and whispered a few words. After the message was delivered, he put the talisman away.

There are dozens of quite hidden places in Dajin City, where people are looking up at the empty sky, either in groups of three or five, or alone.

This is also the reason why the Jinjing auction is about to begin, which has caused high-level cultivators from all over Dajin to rush to Jinjing City, and so many Nascent Soul cultivators have gathered in this city.

Above the clouds in the sky above Jinjing City, Nie Zhaonan was alone, facing off against Zen Master Biyue, Yi Xitian, the old man in black robe, Xuan Lingzi and ten other late Nascent Soul cultivators.

Xuan Qingzi and Qi Miao Zhenren had naturally already hidden away and were about a mile away, watching from afar.

Nangong Wan also brought a group of sisters and hid far behind Nie Zhaonan. Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng were close to Ling Yuling. They stared at the scene without blinking and communicated silently.

"Sister Nangong Wan, how long do you think it will take for my husband to win?" Yuan Yao asked curiously. Among all the sisters, only Nangong Wan had the highest cultivation level, reaching the late Nascent Soul stage, and could make a more accurate judgment on the battle in front of her.

Before Nangong Wan could answer, Ling Yuling interrupted and said with a smile: "Sister Nangong, don't answer yet. How about we make a bet? Let's bet on how long it will take for my husband to win. I'll be the banker, and the time limit is three breaths. If it's within three breaths, I win. If I win, you will sleep with me, how about that?"

"I want to sleep with you, but Yuling, you don't have that, so what's the point of sleeping with you?" Nie Ying asked curiously after he lost his concentration.

"Sister, although I am a woman, my fingers are very long and straight, and as smooth as jade." Ling Yulin replied meaningfully as if she had been prepared.

The girls all looked at each other involuntarily, and they all understood the meaning in each other's eyes: the false phoenix was slightly interested.

"Even so, what's the benefit of us winning?" Yuan Yao asked in a low voice.

You want to win? It's impossible. Muttering to herself, Ling Yuling thought for a moment and said, "Sisters, as long as you win, you can ask me to do anything. Ask me to describe the scenes and feelings when I was cultivating with my husband, or you can let me, Ling Yuling, do whatever you want."

"Yuling, you are too perverted," Chen Qiaoqian said softly, but there was some excitement in her words. "This is not called perversion, we are just playing around with each other, let's try it, my husband will definitely not be angry, maybe he will," Ling Yuling said seductively.

"Okay then, I'll join in." Nie Ying was the first to agree.

“So can I.”

"After all, they are my sisters, so it doesn't matter if I lose."

All the women except Yin Yue and Nangong Wan joined the bet.

"Did Yuling secretly tell her husband something? She cheated." Wang Ning saw that Yin Yue, who had the most mysterious identity, and Nangong Wan, who had the highest cultivation level, did not participate, and suddenly felt something was wrong. The same went for the other women.

"How could I cheat, sister? If you don't believe me, after this is over, you can go ask my husband. He will definitely not lie to you sisters." Ling Yulin's tone revealed a hint of confidence.

She just understood the current situation better than the sisters. The only pity was that Nangong Wan and Yin Yue didn't fall for it.
Hearing this, the women who participated in the bet all nodded in relief, but they always felt that they were being tricked. However, they couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, and they couldn't do anything more. They could only look at their husbands intently and silently calculate the time.

Nie Zhaonan looked at the ten people who were motionless, raised his eyebrows and said: "Fellow Daoists, why don't you take action first?"

Yi Xitian, with a blurred face, reached his hand into his sleeves and grabbed a small blue flag. He held it in his hand and found it was a replica of the magical treasure 'Water Control Flag'.

He shook the "Water Control Flag" in his hand, and the small flag began to expand and contract as if possessed by a spirit, emitting a dazzling blue light and a low humming sound.

Seeing this, Yi Xitian solemnly pinched his fingers with one hand, cast several spells in succession, pointed at the blue light, and let out a low shout.

The 'Water Control Flag' flashed wildly for a few times, then suddenly spun around and turned into a person's height. As Yi Xitian waved it, streams of water flowed out from the flag, forming a small river that protected the people.

At the same time when Yi Xitian took out the 'Water Control Flag', Zen Master Biyue spread out his palms, and a small khaki shield several inches in size appeared in his hands, which was the 'Mysterious Crystal Shield'.

This shield is smooth on both sides, and its entire body is as warm and smooth as jade, with a crystal-like texture. The surface flickers with layers of gold and silver miniature magic arrays faintly emerging. The strange thing is that with each flash of spiritual light, the runes of these magic arrays are completely different, and upon closer inspection, they all seem extremely profound and mysterious.

The magic power in Master Biyue's body poured into the black crystal shield. Under the yellow light, the black crystal shield suddenly floated up and turned into a normal shield size, blocking in front of him.

At the same time, in front of the black-robed old man, Xuan Lingzi and others, the shadow of a black crystal shield appeared silently to protect them.

The two imitation spiritual treasures, 'Water Control Flag' and 'Mysterious Crystal Shield', were not used for attack as soon as they appeared, but were used to defend themselves.

"Brother Daoist Nie has amazing magical powers. Let's make the first move." At this time, Zen Master Bi Yue said with a compassionate look on his face.

This was the unanimous confrontation plan they reached after discussion. They would focus on defense first, remain constant in the face of ever-changing situations, and then launch a thundering attack when there was an opportunity.

"It looks like we won't necessarily lose." Wang Ning said with a smile.

The corners of Nie Ying's mouths, Chen Qiaoqian and Yuan Yao's, also curled up slightly, and they seemed to be in a good mood.

"This has just begun, and my husband hasn't even made a move yet." Holding her breath, Ling Yuling refused to admit defeat.

She also didn't expect that the ten late Nascent Soul cultivators were so cowardly that they didn't dare to fight their husband head-on and just hid in their turtle shells.

On the other side, a strange look flashed across Nie Zhaonan's eyes, which disappeared in a flash. No one noticed. He said calmly, "Since you are so polite, I will not be polite."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Zhaonan pinched the magic formula in his hands and muttered something. His body suddenly shone with spiritual light. After a slight blur, an illusory figure separated from Nie Zhaonan. The figure was exactly the same as Nie Zhaonan, except that the face was a little blurry. The body was also two colors of red gold and light gold, which was extremely mysterious.

It turned out to be the magical power created by Nie Zhaonan himself - the Divine Thunder Clone.

"One Qi becomes Three Pure Ones!" Yi Xitian cried out as soon as the divine thunder clone appeared, his words full of shock.

Everyone in the field looked over with curiosity in their eyes, and Nie Zhaonan was no exception.

Although the divine thunder clone's magical power was derived from the Taoist secret technique of 'One Qi Transformed into Three Pure Ones', most of it was still based on the secret technique of 'Mana Clone'. If one did not have an extraordinary understanding of the secret technique of 'One Qi Transformed into Three Pure Ones', it would be impossible to recognize it instantly.

Nie Zhaonan became more and more interested in this mysterious Yi Xitian, but now was not the time to ask more questions.

At this time, the magic spells in his hands had not stopped, and the mysterious and obscure incantations emanating from his mouth continued to resound throughout the field. Under the horrified gazes of Yi Xitian, Zen Master Biyue and others, two figures exactly the same as before appeared in front of Nie Zhaonan.

"How much magic power does Nie Zhaonan have in his body? He actually created three clones in a row. The aura of each incarnation is not weaker than ours." Xuan Qingzi's eyes showed horror and he whispered.

"He is definitely not a late Nascent Soul cultivator who has just advanced. He must have cultivated his magic power to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage like us. Moreover, the technique he cultivates is also extremely powerful. Not only is the magic power he cultivates profound, but it also has the effect of condensing magic power, which is by no means comparable to ordinary top-level techniques." Staring at the three golden clones, True Man Qi Miao murmured in a voice transmission.

“No matter how powerful this thunder-attributed technique is, it is useless to people like us. Except for a small number of people with great opportunities, most of those who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage do not have natural spiritual roots.” Xuan Qingzi suddenly said this.

Qi Miao Zhenren didn't know whether he didn't hear it or was not interested in Xuan Qingzi's words, so he didn't reply.

After creating three divine thunder clones, Nie Zhaonan stopped chanting the incantation, but his hands kept pointing and making hand gestures behind the clones, with afterimages flashing, as if he was performing an extremely complicated secret technique.

The eyes of Zen Master Biyue, Yi Xitian, the old man in black robe, Xuan Lingzi and ten other people gradually became solemn, and they communicated secretly.

(End of this chapter)