I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 392 Drawing Lots (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Since I'm already here, quitting now would mean going back, which is too much trouble. I'll just have some fun."

Jiang Yi agreed, as she also wanted to see how much Zhaoming and Yaoling had improved this month, and just how strong the elite sword cultivators of the Lingxu Sword Sect really were.

Strictly speaking, the disciples who came to Guiyi Sword Pavilion did not use their full strength to fight Zhaoming. They mostly used sword techniques, probably because they were afraid of being fined for disrupting the sect's environment, so they all held back.

Zhaoming and Yaoling were the same; Zhaoming had never even used his sword formation.

Even if Zhaoming and Yaoling struggle against sword cultivators in the late Golden Core stage, it doesn't matter, because they still have her.

There's also the Mountain-Suppressing Gold-Breaking Technique in Youxian Ferry, which you can borrow, or even briefly merge with her. There are many of them, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Anyway, those Nascent Soul seniors are right. It's all about winning. You only have face if you win. What face do you have if you lose?

More importantly, after Zhu Xin's investigation over this period, he pieced together the information about the two Refining Void Star Lords of Lingxu Sword Sect from the disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion.

Overall, these two are upright people who hate evil and are good people. Several major incidents have occurred in Dongzhou, and they were always the first to step forward and take the initiative to resolve them.

Further up, the Nascent Soul Dao Lord of the Lingxu Sword Sect never shows himself. Everyone speculates that he and the other two Nascent Soul Dao Lords of the Sword Sects are not in the Central Continent, or even in the Eastern Continent. No one knows where they went.

The disciples of the sect generally had a positive opinion of these powerful figures, believing that it was precisely because of their prestige that the Eastern Continent had not descended into chaos.

Therefore, Jiang Yi decided to stop hiding it and let things take their natural course.

After receiving Jiang Yi's reply, the Shadowless Sword Master explained the rules of the competition to Jiang Yi.

The competition is not a regular one-on-one duel, but a more stressful and challenging gauntlet format, where luck from the draw is also a part of the skill.

The person who draws number one goes up first, and the others go up to challenge in turn. There is a 15-minute rest period between each match. During the rest period, people are allowed to take pills, but they are not allowed to use pills to recover during the match. The person who stands on the stage at the end is the winner.

After explaining, the Sword Master Jueying raised his hand and swept it in mid-air, and ten small gray swords, each the size of a dagger, appeared in mid-air.

"Jiang Heying, you're the youngest, you choose first."

Jiang Yi casually waved her hand, and a small sword flew into her hand. Jueying Sword Lord gave a signal with his eyes, and the others also drew their own small swords.

Once each small sword had fallen into the hands of the crowd, the corresponding number was displayed on the sword.

Jiang Yi was very lucky; she drew number one, the first person to go on stage.

The others peeked out and discovered that Qiu Lang from Guiyi Sword Pavilion had drawn the last number, number ten, to go on stage.

The audience erupted in another uproar.

"it is good!"

The burly Nascent Soul Sword Master from Qianyue Pavilion slapped his thigh, his loud voice echoing through the valley.

"What a lucky draw! Jueying, you old codger, you've really 'thoughtfully' arranged this! Sending a Golden Core early stage cultivator to lead the charge and wear down us late-stage cultivators, while you Guiyi Sword Pavilion members are left to reap the rewards at the end. Your shamelessness is even thicker than your swordsmanship level!"

"They drew their own lots; it's all about luck. What does it have to do with me!"

Even Jueying himself felt that his explanation was weak and feeble. An indescribable sense of suffocation was stuck in his chest. The face he had lost these past few days was probably completely ruined and could not be recovered.

Jiang Yi didn't care about those complicated looks. She pulled Liu Taozhi and Luo Qingsi to a spot with shade from the trees and a clear view of the battle in the valley.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Jiang Yi slowly took things out of the decorative storage bag at her waist, all of which Hua Gu had brought for her before she left.

Two antique rattan chairs, a matching small table, a white porcelain tea set, a delicate red clay stove, several packets of fragrant spiritual tea, several plates of exquisite pastries, and even a basket of common spiritual fruits. On the surrounding mountainside platform, the Nascent Soul Sword Masters from various sword pavilions looked at what Jiang Yi had prepared, then at their own empty surroundings—not even a cup of tea—and immediately began to find fault with everything about their disciple.

Jiang Yi rubbed Luo Qingsi's head and said, "You and Yaoyao stay here and wait. Have some snacks, drink tea, and watch the show. Senior Sister will come back after stretching her muscles."

Luo Qingsi's attention was already drawn to the spiritual fruits. She held one in each hand, took a bite of each, and nodded vaguely, "Mmm, Senior Sister, beat them to a pulp."

Liu Taozhi smiled and nodded at Jiang Yi without saying much. She had always thought highly of her senior sister. So what if she was in the late stage of the Golden Core realm? Her senior sister would definitely have many ways to win in the end.

After settling Liu Taozhi and Luo Qingsi in, Jiang Yi slowly walked towards the area in the center of the valley that was paved with bluestone slabs but overgrown with weeds.

Four stone pillars beside the square shimmered with light, forming a massive and sturdy protective array that clearly delineated the arena for the duel.

"Lifeng Pavilion, Chen Zhuo, please give me your guidance, Junior Sister."

A slender, bamboo-like figure appeared silently on the opposite side.

Chen Zhuo was dressed in a faded linen shirt, with a worn-out sheathed iron sword hanging at his waist. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Yi with the focused gaze of an old farmer.

"Liuyun Pavilion, Jiang Heying." Jiang Yi returned the greeting simply after stopping.

Chen Zhuo's eyes held no mockery. "Since my junior sister's cultivation is inferior to mine, I will only use one sword strike. If she can withstand it, I will concede defeat and step down from the stage."

His voice was deep, but every word was clear and powerful, exuding an air of superiority.

"What are you pretending for? You only have one sword strike. It's not like you're giving him an extra strike. Even if I let you strike again, could you do it?"

The relentless criticism from the surrounding crowd shattered Chen Zhuo's facade, and his face immediately darkened. The disciples of Lifeng Pavilion at the edge of the arena also looked rather grim.

"That's great, it saves time and effort."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi's face broke into a genuine smile.

To everyone's astonishment, she actually sat down cross-legged on the spot, her posture as casual as if she were meditating, showing no sign of preparing for a major battle.

"Come on, I'll take your sword while I'm sitting down."

Chen Zhuo was taken aback, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. This behavior was too... unusual, but he was simple-minded and respected every decision his opponent made.

"In that case, junior sister, please be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhuo's entire demeanor changed abruptly!
Without dazzling light and shadow, without intimidating pressure, he stepped back with his right foot, his body sank slightly, and his right hand slowly gripped the hilt of the iron sword.

Every movement was extremely slow, yet carried immense weight. The invisible 'momentum' in the air seemed to be instantly drained, all of it poured into that simple, unadorned longsword.

On the mountainside, the Nascent Soul Sword Master of Lifeng Pavilion couldn't help but praise in a low voice, "The way of simplicity is to emphasize meaning over form. This sword has captured the essence of our pavilion's 'Mountain-Severing' technique."

Finally, Chen Zhuo gathered his strength to its peak, and his grip on the sword went from extremely slow to explosive!

A thick, condensed sword aura, gray and almost tangible, suddenly slashed out. It tore through the air, producing not a sharp, piercing sound, but a low, oppressive, muffled roar, like a mountain collapsing, aimed directly at Jiang Yi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the hard rocks on the ground silently cracked with fine grooves, a strike that gathered all the power of a late-stage Golden Core sword cultivator.

On the stands, all the Golden Core disciples watching the battle held their breath. Liu Tao subconsciously gripped her sleeves, and Luo Qingsi even forgot to chew her snacks, her eyes wide open.

(End of this chapter)