Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 199 This is the Flying Dragon in the Sky, please accept it, Senior Sister Lu!
The next day.

Only four high platforms remain in Yunhai Square, located at the four corners of the east, west, south, and north, and the four finalists will be decided today.

Tian Buyi walked at the front with his hands behind his back, striding forward like a dragon and a tiger. Besides Su Ru beside him, a group of Dazhu Peak disciples followed closely behind.

Perhaps it was because of the young man in yellow, but Tian Buyi now gave people a sense of profound and majestic power, as calm and steady as a high mountain.

Before long, on a high platform, two people stood on either side, surrounded by Qingyun disciples.

"Junior Brother Zhang, thank you so much for your help yesterday. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been too badly injured to get up and would have had to give up the match." Chang Jian sincerely bowed and thanked him.

“Senior Brother Chang, even if you use healing elixirs, it will still take several days for your injuries to fully heal. At most, you can only use 50% of your current abilities.”

The young man in the yellow shirt said with a hint of helplessness:

"In this way, if I win, it will be an unfair victory; if I lose, my lineage will lose face. This puts me in a very difficult position."

“Junior Brother Zhang, the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament is meant to require us to give our all. Only in this way can we prevent the remnants of the demonic path from having any opportunity to exploit us in the future, and ensure that the righteous path does not decline.”

Chang Jian said solemnly:
"Therefore, Junior Brother Zhang, please do not worry too much. I also want to see Junior Brother Zhang's true strength."

The boy in the yellow shirt laughed:

"Under the throne of the Great Emperor Taiyi Tianzun of the Eastern Pole, there is a lion with nine heads, named Jiuling Yuansheng. It is said that Taiyi Tianzun can transform the blood lake, a symbol of karma and hellish karma, into a lotus pond, and the nine-headed lion under his throne can open the gate of the Nine Nether Hells, which is the deepest part of hell."

As he spoke, a lion's roar suddenly came from behind him, and a phantom image of a nine-headed lion, about two or three zhang tall, appeared.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, shaking the entire Qingyun Mountain. Chang Jian was blasted off the platform by the lion's roar, and many Qingyun disciples below were involuntarily forced to take a few steps back by the roar.

At this moment, all eyes in Yunhai Square were drawn to the lion's roar, and they all looked toward the yellow-robed youth who had manifested the illusory form of a nine-headed lion.

"In this way, it should neither worsen Senior Brother Chang's injuries, nor damage the reputation of our Great Bamboo Peak lineage, nor cause Senior Brother Chang to get what he wants."

The young man in yellow finished his stance and glanced sideways at Elder Qingyun beside the arena:
"I think I've won, haven't I?"

"Zhang Xiaofan of Dazhu Peak wins!" Elder Qingyun shouted as he came to his senses.

After he shouted it out, the crowd below seemed to wake up from a dream, and the surroundings instantly erupted into a cacophony of noise as people chattered among themselves and those they knew.

Su Ru saw the young man in yellow approaching:
"Seventh Brother, the magic you just used, could it be something you created yourself?"

"Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, is something I learned in a dream. I don't know if I created it myself," Zhuang Buran replied with a smile.

"What kind of dream could teach you the Daoist technique of displaying heavenly might at the outset?" Du Bishu exclaimed, "Junior Brother, you shouldn't be so modest."

At this moment, Elder Qingyun said to Tian Buyi:

“Junior Brother Tian, ​​I thought your sect had only produced one prodigy, but I never expected that I had greatly underestimated him. At such a young age, he was able to comprehend the Dao of Heaven on his own, which can be described as unparalleled.”

"Senior Brother Fan, you flatter me. My apprentice is still far from being good enough," Tian Buyi said with a beaming smile.
"The Taoist technique he created can only be described as barely satisfactory and not worth mentioning."

Elder Fan smiled and pointed at Tian Buyi:
“Junior Brother Tian is being too modest. In my opinion, the Dao essence accumulated by the Dazhu Peak lineage over hundreds of years will likely all erupt in Junior Nephew Zhang.”

Tian Buyi waved his hand:
"Not at all, not at all. The true methods and extraordinary techniques of our sect are the Daoist arts that reach the heavens. He did not figure these things out clearly, and instead created his own Daoist arts with half-heartedness."

Elder Fan couldn't help but chuckle, clearly sensing Tian Buyi's insincerity.

As the sun sets.

On one of the arenas, the four finalists of this martial arts competition stood in the center, with Dao Xuan Zhenren standing to one side. Below the stage, besides the heads of each sect, were nearly a thousand Qingyun disciples.

Most of the audience's attention was focused on the yellow-clad youth on the stage. Regardless of anything else, just looking at his appearance and the charm he unintentionally exuded made the three other finalists seem rather lackluster. Only Lu Xueqi, who carried the Tianya Divine Sword, was only three points less impressive.

Then, Daoist Cangsong stepped onto the stage and began announcing tomorrow's matches: Qi Hao from Dragon Head Peak versus Zeng Shushu from Wind Return Peak, and Lu Xueqi from Little Bamboo Peak versus Zhang Xiaofan from Big Bamboo Peak. Immediately, everyone's gaze shifted back and forth between Lu Xueqi and the young man in yellow.

One is a prodigy who possesses a divine artifact, and the other is an unparalleled genius who created his own Taoist techniques. Their duel is truly a spectacle.

Below the stage, Su Ru smiled and said to Master Shuiyue:
"Senior sister, this young disciple of yours is probably at the eighth level of the Jade Purity Realm. He is truly a formidable young man, much stronger than we were back then."

“When Zhang Xiaofan used his self-created Dao technique before, he also revealed his cultivation level of the eighth level of the Jade Purity Realm.”

Master Shuiyue glanced coldly at the short, stout man beside Su Ru:
"Just as you said, he is much better than us back then. He has surpassed his teachers and is far superior to that unremarkable and rather dull-witted fellow from Dazhu Peak."

"Junior Sister Shuiyue, you..."

Tian Buyi could easily detect the sarcasm in the words, but he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth:
"Junior Brother Tian, ​​am I wrong? Do you think your talent and appearance are superior to your seven disciples?"

He was immediately rendered speechless and simply turned his head away from Master Shuiyue, because when it came to sharp tongues, the current head of Xiaozhu Peak was the best among the seven peak masters.

"Senior sister, all our disciples are here."

Su Ru reminded her with a hint of helplessness that ever since she married Tian Buyi, her senior sister had been very displeased with everyone in the Dazhu Peak lineage.

The next day.

Only two arenas remained in Yunhai Square. One of them had very few spectators, while the other was surrounded by more than 90% of the disciples of Qingyun Sect. The area below the arena was extremely lively, with the heads and elders of each branch gathered and sitting there.

On the high platform stood a figure with an ethereal and refined appearance, dressed in flowing white robes, carrying a blue immortal sword, her black hair flying in the wind, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance and chivalry, like a celestial being descended to the mortal world.

A figure as tall as a snow pine tree rising from the Kunlun Mountains, yet with distinct eyebrows and eyes that smiled like peach blossoms in March, but inexplicably exuding a sense of ethereal and detached distance, like the thin mist that lingers year-round on the summit of Kunlun Mountain, or like cold jade soaked in the moonlight of a thousand years.

This gives rise to the sentiment that even with pomegranate blossoms blooming in full glory, the beauty of the world remains untouched.

"I feel like my junior brother is even colder than Senior Sister Lu, who seems aloof."

He Dazhi couldn't help but whisper:

"It's as if he were a transcendent immortal, free from all worldly concerns."

"You know what, after looking at it closely, I really do have that feeling." Lü Daxin changed the subject:
"But then I suddenly felt that Junior Brother and Junior Sister Lu looked very well-matched standing together, like a pair of immortals."

Before he could finish speaking, Tian Ling'er suddenly turned her head and glared at him:

"Fifth Senior Brother, what are immortals?"

Lu Daxin gave an awkward smile and immediately pretended to be intently watching the battle.

"Lu Xueqi, a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, requests your guidance."

"Zhang Xiaofan, the seventh disciple of Tian Buyi of Dazhu Peak, is willing to experience the divine power of Tianya."

With a flick of her wrist, Lu Xueqi sent Tianya slowly rising into the air behind her, and suddenly a blue light enveloped the entire platform.

A flash of light appeared at Zhuang Buran's waist, and a wooden sword with a blood-red blade appeared in his hand.

"Senior Sister Lu, be careful. My sword technique is extremely powerful, using three moves in one strike to control stillness with movement."

In an instant, the yellow-robed youth's aura surged, unleashing a fierce sword aura as powerful and yang as a swimming dragon, suppressing the blue light to the point of almost dissipating.

"This is the Flying Dragon Soaring in the Sky, please accept it, Senior Sister Lu!"

(End of this chapter)