I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 438 Continuing to Substitute (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Jiang Yi was inexplicably teleported to the sword-doing arena.

"Sister!"

Luo Qingsi jumped up from the ground and ran quickly toward Jiang Yi, but just as she was about to get close, she bumped into an invisible barrier.

"oops!"

Luo Qingsi covered her forehead and squatted down, followed by Liu Taozhi and Zhaoming.

Jiang Yi reached out and touched forward, and sure enough, something was blocking her from entering. She couldn't retrieve the Zhaoming Sword and the Yaoling Sword.

Others cast inquiring glances, then looked at each other.

"Senior Sister, what's going on?" Liu Tao asked anxiously.

Jiang Yi put her hand down. "Kunlun's rules are quite strict. Since Zhaoming is participating in the swordsmanship trial in my place, he has to fight until the end. I can't interfere halfway through."

Furthermore, she couldn't find her way back to that tower, which meant she couldn't choose any other trials. Once Hua Gu Hong Li and Zhen Shan Duan Jin had their results, they would definitely be teleported here as well.

I'm afraid there will be another duel after the sword master appears. Is there a ranking that is even higher than the various rankings?
so troublesome!
Jiang Yi said to Liu Taozhi, Luo Qingsi, and Zhaoming, "You guys compete well from now on, and I'll sit next to you and cheer you on."

Zhaoming nodded silently, while Yaoling was full of fighting spirit.

Liu Taozhi was a little nervous. Luo Qingsi rubbed her forehead and stood up, saying, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I will definitely win the championship. This is what I promised my master."

Jiang Yi nodded, "Yes, when the time comes for the draw, don't worry whether you encounter Yao Yao or Zhao Ming. Senior Sister is waiting for you to win the championship."

At this point, Jiang Yi was no longer particularly concerned about the Sword Dao Leader title. After all, she had already obtained the Daoist Master title, so the Pill Cauldron and Hundred Refinements titles were not a big problem.

They've shown off enough, enough to prove to the cultivators of the Eastern Continent the strength of the Northern Profound Demon Exorcists.

Liu Taozhi tugged at Luo Qingsi's sleeve, "Senior Sister Qingsi, let me tell you more about the other people's information."

After Luo Qingsi and Liu Taozhi left, Zhaoming pulled off the storage bag on his waist, intending to hand it to Jiang Yi, but he was blocked and could not pass things over. He could only use his divine sense to conduct a simple investigation.

The storage bag contained images of the three sword-fighting challenges recorded by Zhaoming using the recording stone, as well as two items he selected from the treasure vault after ascending the Heavenly Stairs.

A section of purple bamboo root, and a glass box that Jiang Yi recognized, except that this glass box contained a ball of crimson phoenix-shaped fire, not the golden unicorn in her glass box.

The same ferocity, the same constant thrashing and struggling within the box.

"Keep this safe for now. I'll show you what it is and how to use it after everything is over."

Zhaoming carefully put away his storage bag, held the Yaoling Sword, and stood upright next to a pillar at the edge of the square, his feet firmly planted on the ground, absorbing spiritual energy to replenish his previous energy consumption.

The others also chose a place to rest and observe their opponents.

Seeing many people looking at her with curious eyes, Jiang Yi smiled politely, took out her bamboo mat and laid it under the pillar, took out the white tiger skin blanket that Hong Li had made for her, and sat comfortably with her eyes closed to rest.

Although she was a little intrigued, now was not the time to study the mayfly pillow. What if there was a secret inside that trapped her, and she would miss the exciting battle to come?

Across the square, the crowd, recalling Luo Qingsi's earlier words, wholeheartedly agreed.

This woman is really lazy!
Shi Han asked Yun Xiu, "Don't you think this situation is strange? Does she really intend to let her sword continue to fight on her behalf?"

Yunxiu chuckled, "Senior Brother Shi, your younger brother Shi Zhen lost to Zhaoming before, right? I think what you should be worried about now is not whether Jiang Heying will play or not, but what to do if you also lose to Zhaoming."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Shi Han waved his hand, his neck stiff. "But then again, isn't Zhao Ming part of our Lingxu Sword Sect? I'd really like to see him fight those two from the Taichu Sword Sect."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wanting, who was not far away, glared at him, and Shi Han glared back without backing down.

Little did she know that Liu Taozhi witnessed this scene, and she immediately rested her chin on her hand, squinted her eyes, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Yunxiu didn't say anything more and continued to wipe her natal spirit sword. This guy was now full of hostility towards Zhaoming because of her joke earlier, but Yunxiu didn't want to confront Zhaoming at the beginning.

The others also had their own thoughts and were full of curiosity about Zhaoming.

Nothing happened that night. Inside the Kunlun Secret Realm, day and night also alternated. As the morning sun broke through the sea of ​​clouds, the runes on the ground of the performance platform gradually lit up, and eight light curtains circled an octagonal area in the center of the square.

The space is large enough for a battle of wits.

The surrounding clouds and mist churned, and ten little larks flew out. Upon seeing this, everyone immediately commanded their sword energy.

As the larks were cut down one by one, different patterns appeared on the back of each person's hand, in pairs.

Zhaoming will face off against Yin Baifeng of the Taichu Sword Sect, the first pair to go on stage.

Liu Taozhi will face off against Yu Qianlang, a rogue cultivator from the Floating Light Sea, in the second match.

Luo Qingsi will face off against Jing Qisha, a rogue cultivator from Dongzhou, in the third match.

The fourth group to enter the arena will face off against Yunxiu of the Lingxu Sword Sect and Shen Qingming of the Qingwei Sword Sect.

Lingxu Sword Sect's Shi Han faces off against Taichu Sword Sect's Lei Wanting, the fifth group to enter the arena.

Zhaoming, who had been standing under the pillar all night, turned to look at Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi nodded, her eyes filled with encouragement. Zhaoming raised his hand to straighten his straw hat, took the Yaoling Sword, and stepped into the light curtain.

Yin Baifeng, dressed in black with her face covered by a black veil, frowned upon seeing the lottery results.

She didn't know much about Zhaoming's situation. Although she had an advantage in cultivation, Zhaoming, a special sword-wielding demon spirit, was able to break into the top ten and make Yunxiu say those things repeatedly. He must have something special about him and she had to be careful.

But she was unlucky; not only was she the first to go on stage, but she also had to face off against Zhaoming.

Liu Taozhi and Luo Qingsi stood outside the arena. Although Yin Baifeng and Luo Qingsi were both from the Taichu Sword Sect, it was impossible to expect Luo Qingsi to understand Yin Baifeng's situation.

Liu Taozhi had no choice but to transmit her voice again, saying to Luo Qingsi, "Yin Baifeng has been at the peak of the Golden Core stage for thirteen years. She and Lei Wanting cultivate Yang Thunder and Yin Thunder respectively. Yin Baifeng is good at stealth and ambush. Her Yin Thunder Sword Intent can condense the power of thunder into silent dark thunder that corrodes bones and burns the spirit."

"She has two signature skills: one is the Annihilation Thunder Pattern, where sword energy transforms into wisps that detonate when touched; the other is the Silent Thunder Thrust, where her figure transforms into a lightning shadow and teleports instantly, the sword strikes without light but directly pierces the soul."

Luo Qingsi nodded enthusiastically, listening attentively with her eyes shining.

Everyone present was a master of swordsmanship. They had all come this far, and their minds were very meticulous. At this moment, they remained silent and watched quietly from the sidelines.

On the stage, within the light screen, a chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

Without any opening remarks, Yin Baifeng's figure flickered and dissipated, disappearing silently from the spot like an ink droplet in water.

Only a faint crackling sound of electric arcs remained in the air, like the soft sound of withered leaves being crushed, which was instantly swallowed up by the wind outside the stage.

Take the initiative!
Zhaoming stood still, his gaze beneath his bamboo hat calm and undisturbed, showing no sign of wavering despite his opponent's disappearance.

But his feet had already silently sunk into the hard ground of the performance platform, like an old tree taking root. Countless tiny, tough bamboo leaves made of Gengjin silently appeared, layer upon layer, forming a seemingly thin but actually airtight net within a three-foot radius around him.

A wisp of purple lightning, thinner than a hair, pierced through the air and struck Zhaoming's temple.

The angle was extremely tricky, perfectly avoiding the Golden Leaf Net, and contained a terrifying sword intent that penetrated straight to the soul.

A silent thunderbolt!
Zhaoming's reaction was incredibly fast. The instant the lightning struck him, he slightly tilted his head, a movement that was extremely small yet incredibly precise.

The sinister lightning bolt, powerful enough to pierce the soul, barely grazed the edge of his straw hat before striking the protective light barrier of the performance platform with a soft thud, creating fine ripples.

Almost simultaneously with his dodge, several twisted purple bolts of lightning shot out from the shadow beneath Zhaoming's feet, like demonic claws reaching out from the abyss of shadow, instantly coiling around him.

Zhaoming's body instantly lit up with the luster of black jade, warm and restrained yet as hard as diamond, forcefully blocking the entangled Yin lightning threads.

Amidst the crackling sounds, the electric wire rubbed intensely against the black jade defense, sparking rings of tiny purple electric sparks.

Yin Baifeng's figure appeared in the distance. In just this one exchange, Zhaoming's keenness and defensive capabilities made Yin Baifeng secretly startled.

Everyone else was the same, except for Jiang Yi, who was still sitting under the pillar, lazily covered with a tiger-skin blanket.

　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)