Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 328 Invincible, So Lonely

The seventh opponent was a burly man with a thick beard who wielded two swords. Just moments ago, he was boasting about his "Eighteen Slashes of the River" from below the stage, but now his face was ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his sword scars: "Master Xu, please show mercy, I concede!"

Boos erupted from the audience.

The seasoned veterans of the Seventy-Two Quarters whispered among themselves: "What shamelessness! The pressure of a master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, coupled with so many divine weapons, this isn't a martial arts competition; it's more like a tiger strolling through a sheep pen!"

To be honest, it's pure bullying of noobs.

Fishing in the beginner village.

"Does Your Excellency wish to continue the fight?"

The 72 warriors need to fight ten matches to advance to the next round. Xu Yunfan has already fought seven matches and still needs three more.

"continue."

Xu Yunfan answered calmly.

"Next game!"

The deacon's voice was already numb.

The eighth swordsman was quite skilled. As soon as he stepped onto the arena, his sword suddenly rang out half an inch from its sheath, the blade trembling wildly as it pointed at the Dragon-Swallowing Mace.

This Qingfeng sword, which he had carefully nurtured for ten years, actually showed fear under the pressure of the divine weapon!

"I……"

The swordsman's Adam's apple bobbed, and he bitterly clasped his hands in surrender: "I concede."

Looking at the empty arena once again, Xu Yunfan suddenly understood why Dugu Jiu had challenged the Thirty-Six Sects with his sword back then.

Invincible, yet this is what loneliness feels like.

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"Then how did Xu Yunfan end up at the Seventy-Two Arena?"

Inside a side hall of the examination hall, Luo Qingyang, a true disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, held the newly delivered battle report, his brows furrowed slightly.

Several young talents from top sects beside him showed strange expressions upon hearing this.

"With four divine weapons at his disposal, yet he goes to a place like the Seventy-Two Wards to mingle. He was born a servant and is not fit for high society."

The true disciple of the Nine Luminaries Sect scoffed, his folding fan snapping shut. "Is the Dao Sect trying to humiliate all the rogue cultivators in the world, or does this True Disciple Xu have some kind of peculiar fetish?"

Although the Nine Luminaries Sect's mountain gate was breached, it is still a powerful force. Currently, it is locked in a stalemate with the Great Qian Dynasty in Yanbei Road. Recently, it has invited several Ninth Realm experts to help it, and its mountain gate is about to be recaptured.

No matter how much it declines, with seven supreme grandmasters at the ninth level of Qi Refining in the Nine Luminaries Sect, the Nine Luminaries Sect will always have a place among the six top sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The clear, melodious sound of jade pendants came from the corner of the palace.

The young woman from Penglai Pavilion, who wore the Starry Heart-Questioning Bell, gently touched her temple, her eyes like still water: "I heard that Fellow Daoist Xu crippled the Third Elder of the Sword Pavilion with just three blows at the Changfeng Restaurant a month ago. Such a person..."

A hint of surprise appeared on her face. "Why would you lower yourself to deal with a martial arts practitioner who hasn't even reached the Marrow Cleansing Realm?"

The monk from Amitabha Temple, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them: "The Daoist sect is using the arena to build up its strength."

His rough fingers caressed the sandalwood prayer beads. "Although the Seventy-Two Wards are humble, they are the place where the dragon and snake energies of Jade Capital converge. With each victory, Xu Yunfan's aura grows stronger. After all, we are considered outstanding even in the Marrow Cleansing Realm..."

At this point, the monk couldn't help but smile: "They want to build up an invincible force to suppress us."

Everyone's expression changed upon hearing this.

Luo Qingyang suddenly stood up. If that were the case, by the time Xu Yunfan stormed into the examination hall, he would probably have already used the defeats of martial artists as fuel to cultivate his aura to a terrifying level.

The young girl from Penglai Pavilion chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned.

"By using the weak to gain momentum, one can only become the weak."

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Jiannan Road, Yuhuan Prefecture, the summit of Qingwei Mountain of Daozong.

Eighteen gilded bronze pillars rose from the ground, each entwined with intricate Taoist runes, gleaming with a dark golden light under the midday sun. These bronze pillars were arranged according to the celestial constellations, and the spirit-guiding pearls embedded at the top of the pillars were the most precious treasures of the Taoist sect, currently absorbing the spiritual energy gathered from the eighteen earth veins of Yuhuan Prefecture.

In the center of the altar, a nine-tiered jade platform is piled up like a mountain, with each step engraved with secret Taoist talismans.

On the topmost Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish pattern, three bronze tripods are placed.

The wisps of smoke from the burning ambergris in the cauldron rose straight up a hundred feet and remained condensed without dissipating.

"Sect Master, the altar has been set up."

The chief monk of Liuyun Peak, the Purple Mirror Daoist, walked up the steps, the hem of his Daoist robe fluttering even without wind.

The twelve disciples behind him were adjusting the arrangement of the altar, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

The opening of the Taoist altar is related to the opening of the Luotian Grand Ritual, so it cannot be taken lightly.

Bi Yuan stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the Xuan Yu Platform, stroking the old scroll of the "Xuan Tian Bao Lu" that Cui Yu had given him.

"Has Yunfan already started going into the arena?"

Bi Yuan asked without turning his head, his gaze still fixed on the churning sea of ​​clouds ahead.

Master Zijing nodded and said, "The Falcon sent back a message that they fought seven battles in half an hour ago and won them all."

At this point, the usually serious chief's lips twitched slightly.

The arena of the Seventy-Two Workshops, which is a place for wandering martial arts practitioners to hone their skills, could be easily swept by any inner disciple of the Dao Sect, let alone Xu Yunfan, who could stand up to a Grandmaster of the Refining Organs Realm.
Bi Yuan suddenly chuckled and looked up at the sky, which was beginning to turn purple.

"It's good that we won."

He paused, then said solemnly, "There's no time to lose. Open the altar, summon the stars, and activate the arteries!"

As soon as Bi Yuan finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind and clouds rose atop Qingwei Mountain.

Three Supreme Elders, dressed in black star-patterned Taoist robes, stepped out from the sea of ​​clouds. As their robes fluttered, their aura condensed into tangible Taoist cloud patterns, faintly forming the image of a blue lotus.

This is a unique martial art of walking on air, possessed only by a Grandmaster of the ninth level of Qi Refining in the Daoist sect, where every step brings forth a lotus flower.

A fierce wind howled atop the mountain, and the long-browed old man's snow-white beard and hair flew wildly in the wind.

His deep, unfathomable gaze swept over Bi Yuan, and he let out a soft, ambiguous snort. His withered fingers clenched slightly in his sleeve, causing the eighteen gilded bronze pillars to tremble. The runes on the pillars flickered, and the surrounding spiritual energy rapidly gathered within them, clearly revealing the displeasure in the heart of this Supreme Elder.

Bi Yuan gave a wry smile, bowed, and said, "I'm troubling you all, my senior uncles and elder brothers."

"Taking advantage of the revival of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, we will forcefully hold the Luo Tian Grand Ritual to extract the vital energy of the Great Zhou Dragon Vein..."

The old man's voice was like the clang of metal, each word making the Xuan Yu Platform vibrate. "Do you know how many years of good karma this will deplete for the Dao Sect?"

Bi Yuan bowed deeply: "This disciple is ashamed."

As he straightened up, a crimson-gold light shone in his eyes, and his expression was resolute. "But the Heavenly Demon is about to descend, and this is an extraordinary time... Xu Yunfan is blessed with great fortune, and there is a glimmer of hope for him."

The long-browed old man said indifferently, "The sect leader has given three orders. He has already used them twice. There is one more time. After that, you will probably have to step down."

"I shall naturally relinquish my position as sect leader."

Bi Yuan answered without hesitation, his voice as steady as the eternal snow on a mountain peak.

The three elders were all taken aback upon hearing this.

The white-haired old woman beside him raised her cane slightly and said indifferently, "Alright, why are you making fun of us? If it weren't for Xiao Yuan, would we have survived this long? Let's see if they can forge a path..."

The old man with long eyebrows gave Bi Yuan a deep look, then suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword toward the east.

"Open the altar!"

This command no longer showed any dissatisfaction; instead, it carried a sense of resolute determination.

(End of this chapter)