Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 295: A Masterpiece

The expressions of the thirty-six Daoist disciples below the stage varied, and many of them already showed signs of fear.

"Such combat power at the initial stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm... No wonder the sect leader made an exception to accept a disciple."

"That heavy mace is a divine weapon, and he's wearing divine armor! How can we fight him!"

Some whispered among themselves, while others secretly plotted that if this winning streak continued, the qualification for Burial Sword Abyss might really fall into Xu Yunfan's hands.

But if they were to take the stage now, they might not necessarily gain any advantage...

The opponent is truly strong, capable of contending with the Dao disciples of the top peaks of the Dao Sect. Going up to the peaks below them would likely just be suicide missions.

After all, the last spot and qualification to enter the Burial Sword Abyss depends on who stands on the stage last; whoever arrives last has a greater chance of winning.

On the high platform, the twelve peak leaders who had arrived each had a different expression.

Li Zhi tapped his knuckles against the wooden sword, deepening the crack on the scabbard by three degrees. He sneered, "This kid from Tiangong Cave does have some strength."

Chu Cangming still stood with his sword in his arms, but his eyes were now open, his gaze as clear as snow reflected in a cold pool, mirroring the figure holding the mace on the arena.

Bi Yuan smiled and gently stroked the teacup with his fingertips. The liquid inside moved on its own without any wind, creating subtle ripples.

Cui Yu pressed his withered palm on the Zhenyue Stone and said hoarsely, "The third round continues. If no one challenges us by the time limit, Xu Yunfan will be declared the winner."

"Chen Xuan of Qingming Peak, I'd like to learn from Junior Brother Xu's superior skills!"

One of the Taoist priests, carrying an ancient bronze sword, could not contain himself and leaped onto the stage. Before the sword was even drawn, his body was already surrounded by azure sword energy.

Sword energy?!
Xu Yunfan was slightly surprised. This was the first time he had ever seen someone transform sword energy into sword qi. It seemed that this person was following the path of the Tian Shu Sect, trying to cultivate the sword body and accumulating a wisp of sword qi in their body using secret martial arts techniques.

However, the Dao Sect's methods seem to be more sophisticated. Chen Xuan's sword energy is all concentrated on that ancient bronze sword, so he doesn't have to suffer the wear and tear of true energy.

It seems we need to take this seriously.

The sword energy seemed sharp and powerful, and its cold light did have some might, but in Xu Yunfan's eyes, it was like thin paper meeting an iron rod, all form and no substance, and easily defeated!
His Pure Yang Qi Gong had already reached perfection. At this moment, with a thought, the Pure Yang True Qi, which was as condensed as mercury, suddenly surged from the junction of flesh and blood in his dantian, flowing through his flesh and skin into the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace.

The dark red patterns on the mace instantly lit up, and the blazing golden light flowed like molten lava, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

The dragon mace swept out horizontally, and the pure yang true energy exploded like a furnace, with golden light piercing the sky, tearing a blazing trail through the snow curtain.

Wherever the mace wind passed, the powerful wind on the arena roared like thunder, and the surging heat instantly vaporized the falling snowflakes, turning them into swirling white mist!
"laugh!"

The sword energy, as white as snow, melted instantly under the blazing sun!

Xu Yunfan's crimson mace swept across the sky, his pure Yang energy exploding like a furnace. Within three moves, he shattered the opponent's sword energy, and with the heavy mace in the air, he blasted Chen Xuan and his sword off the stage.

"Xu Yunfan wins the fourth round."

"..."

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but clench his teeth when he heard Cui Yu announce the outcome of the match without any emotion.

On the high platform, Li Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

As a Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm of Qi Refining, he naturally saw through Xu Yunfan's attack at a glance, and was greatly shocked: "The Pure Yang Qi Technique has reached perfection? He has even condensed Pure Yang True Qi?!"

It should be noted that even among the true disciples of the Daoist sect, very few can cultivate the Pure Yang Qi Gong to a high level, let alone reach perfection and condense the Pure Yang True Qi, which is a qualitative change.

Xu Yunfan has only been cultivating for a little over two years since he received the Pure Yang Qi Gong from Bi Sheng, yet he has already reached this level without making a sound!
Li Zhi's gaze was deep, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the teacup.

The spiritual tea in the cup had long since gone cold, yet it reflected the gleam in his eyes. This young man's talent was probably even more astonishing than he had anticipated! "Pure Yang True Qi being released... even though it's only a few strands, it has already reached the 'mercury condensation' realm?"

He was secretly shocked. His fingers unconsciously pressed on the armrest of the chair, making it creak as he finally came to his senses.

Bi Yuan, standing to the side, was both surprised and delighted; he had truly struck gold!

Li Zhi's cold, stern face twitched slightly.

Having spent his life cultivating swordsmanship, he naturally saw the terrifying power of Xu Yunfan's mace. He had previously thought it was the power of the divine weapon Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace, but now that he saw the golden light piercing the sky, he realized that the other party had actually condensed a mouthful of pure Yang true energy!
Li Zhi couldn't help but glance at Bi Yuan, whose expression was calm, whose eyelids were lowered, and whose face showed no emotion.

That old fox, no wonder he defied all opposition to take him as his disciple.

His knuckles turned white, and his sword intent dissipated uncontrollably, condensing into three inches of frost around him. He was clearly somewhat out of control. Upon realizing this, he quickly restrained his aura and remained silent.

Chu Cangming still stood with his sword in his arms, but his eyes were now open, staring intently at Xu Yunfan on the arena. His eyes were now bloodshot.

"Wu Shuang of Hanya Peak, please enlighten me!"

Nine specially crafted ice spikes flew out from the sleeve of the black-clad Taoist, freezing three feet of frost wherever they passed.

However, Xu Yunfan walked on the snow without leaving a trace. His red mace spun around like a fiery tornado, and the blazing gale vaporized all the black ice. He then struck Wu Shuang's shoulder with his mace, and the sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard.

"Xu Yunfan wins the fifth round."

Five consecutive matches, all five won!
Moreover, the victory was easy and pleasant, extremely decisive and clean, without even a tense entanglement.

The disciples in the audience finally began to stir.

"Senior Brother Wu, who is about to reach the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, couldn't even withstand three moves?!"

"His mace technique... is clearly the 'Eight Desolate Dragon Meteor Mace' from the ninth floor of the Langhuan Library!"

Silence fell.

Most of the Taoist priests on the thirty-six peaks looked at each other in bewilderment, and none of them dared to step onto the platform.

Xu Yunfan defeated several experts in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, including Zhao Wujiu and Zhou Ziling. The Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace was fully revealed, and the pure Yang True Qi it displayed was domineering and unparalleled, shocking everyone.

Daoist disciples naturally understand that after cultivating the Pure Yang Qi Gong to perfection, one can condense Pure Yang True Qi.

However, the Pure Yang Qi Gong becomes increasingly difficult to master as time goes on. Apart from the current sect leader Bi Yuan, who achieved it in his youth, none of the young disciples of this generation have succeeded.

Standing on the arena, his imposing aura was so overwhelming that it caused everyone to hesitate for a moment.

"What? The dignified Dao Sect's thirty-six peaks have no one who dares to fight?"

Xu Yunfan looked around, his voice calm, yet carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

He was getting impatient; if they fought a match and then took a break, it would probably not end until late at night.

Finally, a disciple from Qingming Peak couldn't contain himself any longer. He turned to look at the white-robed man standing behind him with his hands behind his back and whispered, "Senior Brother Lu, you have already reached the Refining Internal Organs Realm. If you were to make a move, you would surely be able to blunt his edge! Senior Brother Chen Xuan is mostly immersed in martial arts research and lacks combat experience. He probably came up here to test his swordsmanship. You..."

The man in white was none other than Lu Wuchen, a true disciple of Qingming Peak, who had reached the early stage of the Refining Internal Organs Realm. His aura was restrained, yet it faintly revealed a sharp sword intent.

He smiled faintly upon hearing this, his gaze still fixed on the distance, as if admiring the falling snow, and said leisurely, "It's not the right time yet."

(End of this chapter)