Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 293 Little Doyle

"So that's the abandoned disciple from the Heavenly Craft Cave? I heard that he wasn't favored by Uncle-Master Bi Sheng back then, so how come he was accepted as a disciple by the sect leader as soon as he came to the Dao Sect?"

"Haven't you heard? Uncle-Master Bi Sheng got a good scolding from the sect leader."

"Shh! Didn't you see the Xuan Tian Token hanging on his waist? It's a pass personally bestowed by the sect leader!"

One disciple said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Uncle-Master Bi Sheng is really suffering! If he had been accepted as a disciple in the first place, the sect leader wouldn't have had to go to such great lengths to keep him."

"Keep quiet. Uncle-Master Bi Sheng is very petty. If this gets back to him, you'll be in big trouble."

Xu Yunfan's ears twitched slightly as he took in all the discussions. When he heard Bi Sheng being severely scolded by the sect leader, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a slight smile.

Old man, you were blind back then.

He squinted at the high platform, where the chief of the twelve peaks sat. Li Zhi was stroking a wooden sword, looking at him with a hint of coldness in his eyes. Chu Cangming, dressed in white, stood alone on the eaves, seemingly blending into the snow. He held his long sword in front of his chest, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was conserving his energy.

"Boom!"

The bronze bell tolled, shattering the frost and mist.

Cui Yu, the head of the Punishment Hall, slammed his palm on the "Suppressing Mountain Stone" above the arena, his voice like metal: "Now, the Thirty-Six Linked Arena begins!"

Cui Yu withdrew his thin hand from the Zhenyue Stone, and as his sleeves rolled up, his gaze first swept towards Bi Yuan in the center of the high platform.

The sect leader, dressed in a black Daoist robe, had a calm and unfathomable expression. When he met Cui Yu's gaze, he nodded slightly and remained silent.

These thirty-six consecutive challenges were designed specifically for Xu Yunfan, so it was neither reasonable nor ethical for him to speak up. He should simply stand aside and watch.

Yunfan, oh Yunfan, let me see just how much you've been hiding.

Although it's clear how many martial arts techniques Xu Yunfan has learned, it's still somewhat unclear what level he's reached or what extent he's touched upon them.

Bi Yuan naturally had his own considerations in setting up this arena.

If he is too weak to resist the Heavenly Demon in the future, he might be a hindrance. In that case, he is not worth cultivating.

Two years to penetrate the bone marrow...

Bi Yuan sighed inwardly. He had already sent people to the Dao Sect to confirm the matter no less than ten times.

Such speed is something that only ancient sages from two thousand years ago could achieve.

Having received instructions, Cui Yu turned to Xu Yunfan below the stage, his voice hoarse yet piercing through the wind and snow: "Xu Yunfan, come up on stage."

Xu Yunfan took a deep breath, facing the gazes of countless people, and spun the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace in his palm, the dark red patterns on the mace flowing like lava.

With a light touch of his toes, he soared up like a falcon and landed steadily on the black stone slab in the center of the arena. His expression was calm, and he merely glanced at the snow on the arena.

Since the snow began three days ago, it has continued to fall, and now it has covered the arena on Xuanxiao Peak with a layer three feet thick.

He slightly increased the force under his feet, instantly pushing the surrounding snow outwards, revealing a circular black platform around himself.

The disciples of the thirty-six peaks below the stage immediately stirred, and whispers spread like a tide.

"This guy doesn't even look that handsome. He's nowhere near as good-looking as Senior Brother Chu. Does he even deserve to trespass into my Dao Sect's forbidden area?"

"I heard he's only just entered the Marrow Cleansing Realm, yet he dares to accept the Thirty-Six Consecutive Challenges? Which Daoist disciple from each peak hasn't been immersed in the Marrow Cleansing Realm for many years? Some of the Daoists from the top peaks have even entered the Organ Refinement Realm. I really don't know who gave him the courage!"

"The Burial Sword Abyss has been closed for thirty years. Even the true disciples of the various peaks will have to wait another ten years for the opportunity. Why should an exception be made for him?!"

The disciples below the stage were murmuring amongst themselves, their voices filled with indignation. Cui Yu ignored the commotion, raised his withered finger, pointed to the ancient bronze bell hanging at the edge of the arena, and said in a hoarse voice like the clash of metal: "Thirty-six peak disciples, if any of you are not convinced, you may ring the bell to challenge. A victory in one round will be considered as recognition from one peak. If no one comes up on stage, then it will be considered as a forfeit."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Shen Wuyai, the vice sect leader who had been standing quietly beside Bi Yuan on the high platform, suddenly spoke. His voice was as cold as frost: "Since everyone cares so much about the qualifications for the Burial Sword Abyss, then I will add a prize..."

With a flick of his sleeve, an ancient jade token appeared in his palm, engraved with the words "Burial of the Sword," faintly exuding a chilling sword aura.

"Whoever stands on the stage at the end will be granted this qualification of the Burial Sword Abyss."

Upon hearing this, the Daoist disciples of the various peaks, who had been relatively calm, instantly erupted in commotion!
"Qualifications for the Burial Sword Abyss?!"

"Vice Sect Master Shen is actually willing to take it out?!"

The audience erupted in uproar, countless eyes fixed intently on the jade token.

Bi Yuan's gaze shifted slightly as he turned to look at Shen Wuyai, a profound meaning flashing in his eyes.

Shen Wuyai looked back with a half-smile, his tone leisurely: "Sect Leader Bi, adding a little prize won't hurt, will it?"

Bi Yuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips into a meaningful smile, and then raised his voice: "Yun Fan, if you win this time, the qualification granted to you by the Vice Sect Master will allow you to choose two divine weapons!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan's lips curled slightly, and he bowed to Shen Wuyai from afar, saying loudly, "Thank you for your generous gift, Vice Sect Master!"

Shen Wuyai's eyes were deep, he smiled faintly, and said no more.

Below the stage, the fighting spirit in the eyes of the disciples from each peak suddenly ignited. What was originally just a test of Xu Yunfan's strength had now become a battle for qualification to Burial Sword Abyss, and no one was willing to fall behind.

That was all from Sect Leader Bi, but the outcome was still uncertain.

Before he could finish speaking, a cold laugh suddenly rang out from the northwest corner.

"Zhao Wujiu of Yutuo Peak, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Xu!"

With a flick of his wrist, a pebble shot from his toes, striking the ancient bronze bell. Amidst the melodious bronze sound, a dark figure darted out like a venomous snake, its twin daggers flashing with a chilling blue light as they sliced ​​through the wind and snow.

Before he even arrived, the dagger's wind carried a chilling aura, aimed directly at Xu Yunfan's throat.

Xu Yunfan was prepared. He blocked the attack with his Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace, and the mace collided with the dagger, sparks flying.

Using the momentum, Zhao Wujiu flipped over and sneered, "I heard Junior Brother Xu is quite skilled with hammer techniques? Why don't you use them?"

"Who told you that I am skilled with the mace?"

They are at least grandmasters who have achieved minor success in the Marrow Cleansing stage. Among the thirty-six peaks of the Dao Sect, Daozi alone can identify thirty-six grandmasters who have achieved Marrow Cleansing.

When did it become so worthless?

Xu Yunfan's eyes darkened, and his Pure Yang Qi Gong suddenly activated, transforming into three strands of Pure Yang True Qi that surged through his body. Then, one strand of True Qi poured into the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace from his palm.

In an instant, the crimson patterns on the mace shone brightly, as if a fire dragon had awakened.

The black stone beneath Xu Yunfan's feet emitted a metallic clang. His figure rose up like a raging dragon, his muscles bulging and twisting, and the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace, accompanied by a fierce gale, slashed down with overwhelming force.

When this move, Eight Desolations Collapse Mountain, is unleashed to its fullest extent, even before the mace itself arrives, the violent wind pressure has already crushed the snow within a three-foot radius into dust. The mace's momentum is like a meteor falling to the ground, and the air is compressed, creating visible ripples.

Zhao Wujiu's pupils contracted sharply. In the instant his two daggers crossed to parry, the ghostly blue poisonous light was actually suppressed by the golden light of the crimson mace.

The black stone slab beneath his feet, imbued with Daoist characteristics, suddenly collapsed half an inch.

(End of this chapter)