Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 110: Ascending to the Top

Changsun Yu was extremely ruthless.

His profound spiritual power manifested in some unknown form, passing through his body and not only penetrating flesh and blood but also scorching muscles, bones, and meridians.

This is why two blood holes were enough to almost render Li Tan unable to fight.

Senior Sister Li and Changsun Yu did not know each other before, nor did they have any grudges. Given his demonstrated strength, he has many ways to defeat Li Tan in a duel.

But he chose the most ruthless method.

Perhaps that's just how he is, or perhaps... Pei Xia thought of the faint firelight in his eyes, and the familiar feeling of déjà vu when he drew his sword.

Could it be that it was contaminated by "Ru Tao"?

"Pei Xia, Pei Xia!"

Xu Shangxin's anxious cries, choked with sobs, echoed in the guest room, bringing Pei Xia back to her senses.

The cloth she was holding was soaked with blood, and the basin she used to collect the blood was already half full.

Li Tan's wound was slow to heal and continued to bleed.

Pear stepped onto the bed, frowned, and examined Li Tan's wound closely. She whispered, "It looks like it was burned by the fire vein."

Pei Xia let out a soft breath: "Move aside, I'll do it."

He slowly removed Li Tan's clothes from his shoulders, revealing a bloody and mangled wound. Then, his fingertips lightly touched the edge of the wound, and the flame in his mind began to dance gracefully.

There is no doubt that Changsun Yu possesses a spark of passion for Rutao.

Moreover, judging from the condition of Li Tan's wounds and his behavior when facing Pei Xia, his dependence on the Heart Fire must have become very deep.

Pei Xia used the fire in her brain to gradually draw away the remaining fire energy from Li Tan's wound.

Without this special force blocking it, the body of the Profound Realm cultivator soon began to take effect, and at least the bleeding was slowly stopped.

Just as Xu Shangxin breathed a sigh of relief, footsteps sounded outside the door.

It was Wang Su.

He knocked on the door, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces before finally settling on the unconscious Li Tan, his expression extremely complex.

"I have a bottle of medicine for treating external injuries."

He put the medicine bottle on the table, then looked at Pei Xia and said, "Let's go outside and talk."

Pei Xia nodded.

We hadn't gone far when we reached the corridor outside the guesthouse.

Wang Su leaned against the railing and sighed, "Young Master Pei is a bit reckless."

Hearing his words, Pei Xia knew he was blaming her. After all, they were from the same sect, so Pei Xia could only reply, "If it's any later, I'm afraid Li Tan will die on the stage."

"You won't die. In a martial arts competition, once you lose consciousness, you'll automatically be declared the loser. If you try to save him then, it'll just mean his injuries will be more severe."

"Are the injuries more serious?"

Pei Xia turned to look at Wang Su. She had thought the old man was quite righteous, but it turned out she had misjudged him.
Wang Su realized his words were inappropriate as soon as they left his mouth, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean……"

Wang Su paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and then slowly said, "What I mean is, your act of going on stage to stop him today set a bad precedent. If there really is a day when Changsun Yu is pinned to the ground and beaten, wouldn't he also have an excuse to have someone go on stage to help save his life?"

Pei Xia opened her mouth, staring blankly at him: "Huh?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Wang Su slapped his thigh. "After all, he is the direct disciple of the dance master. When he is about to be beaten to death, I'm afraid the elders watching the ceremony will have to take action even if they don't want to. Even if you still have supernatural powers, you can't possibly defeat those old monsters in the Opening Mansion Realm, can you? Wouldn't that just benefit Changsun Yu?"

Pei Xia gasped, taking a moment to ponder the logic in Wang Su's words: "You and him, do you have a grudge?"

Wang Su smoothed his sideburns and looked into the distance: "It's not that we have a grudge." "It's just that since the Dance Master went into seclusion these past few years, he has been issuing orders in the sect in the name of the Dance Master Xi, acting as her personal disciple. Although some of his policies have been effective, his style of doing things is different from the benevolence and integrity that our Lingxiao Sword Sect has always been known for."

"There are many people in the sect who are dissatisfied with him. Some even think that those could not possibly be the orders of the Dance Head. But the Dance Head Xi is in seclusion and we can't see her except for Changsun Yu."

"This sword-testing competition is the result of discussions among all parties. It aims to both enhance the reputation of my Lingxiao Sword Sect and bring out the dance master to set the record straight. Otherwise, how could Changsun Yu have managed to hold the sword-testing competition on his own?"

As Pei Xia listened, she slowly realized what was going on: "Oh, so you really want me to win."

The core demand of those in the Lingxiao Sword Sect who were dissatisfied with Changsun Yu was to bring out the head dancer.

But who wins the championship is different.

The worst-case scenario, of course, is that Changsun Yu wins, in which case he might not even invite the dancer to leave the pass.

Another favorite to win is Xia Xuan from Xuange Sword Mansion.

However, since they are both inheritors of sword dance, if Xia Xuan wins, she will be the first to obtain both the "sword" and the "dance," which is not good news for the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

However, compared to watching the sect fall into Changsun Yu's hands, this was a last resort.

However, now, especially after witnessing Pei Xia force Changsun Yu to retreat during the day, Wang Su and the others immediately realized that they had found the best option.

If Pei Xia wins, wouldn't that be the perfect ending?
Wang Su reached out and patted Pei Xia on the shoulder: "If you need anything, just let me know. Although my strength is limited, I will do my best."

Pei Xia pondered for a moment, then asked, "How many disciples does Head Xiwu have?"

"There's only one."

Oh, if he dies, it's like there's no one to carry on his legacy. Xi Wu Shou will have to find another one, right?

A disciple with exceptional talent, outstanding aptitude, diligence, a slender figure, a sweet appearance, and preferably the surname Xu... such a disciple is hard to find these days.

Pei Xia silently clenched her hands.

He didn't mention the idea of ​​killing Wang Su, after all, they were from the same sect, and it would only make things difficult for him.

Pei Xia simply smiled and followed up on his previous statement, saying, "Elder Wang, rest assured, I... will do my best."

The second day's competition was held again in the sect square.

There were not many people left today. Just after 9 am, the thirty-two best swordsmen who would climb to the summit were selected.

As expected, Changsun Yu and Xia Xuan were among them, and the old Taoist priest from Chenke Temple also successfully broke through. As for Lu Li, although she was small in stature, once people noticed that she was actually a fifth-level vegetarian master, no one was surprised that she could enter the top thirty-two.

What was truly unexpected was the relationship between Xu Shangxin and Pei Xia.

Xu Shangxin had good luck and didn't encounter many worthy opponents along the way. The most difficult battle was against a Refining Cauldron Realm cultivator who came from afar from Hanzhou. Unfortunately, the ice cultivation technique he practiced had almost no effect on Xu Shangxin, and he could only helplessly lose.

The most eye-catching one left is Pei Xia.

Just yesterday, the name "East Sea Superman" was still being talked about with great interest.

However, after the incident of snatching people from the stage, the cultivators now look down on Pei Xia.

The gossip was quite nasty, with accusations of breaking the rules, abusing privileges, and assaulting others being considered milder. Some even said he was driven by lust and was only after women, and there were quite a few of those who did.

When the inspector called out his name, there were even boos from the audience.

Pei Xia didn't explain, and there was nothing to explain; it was just the truth.

If you were to try to explain to them how ruthless Changsun Yu was, they wouldn't listen anyway.

After a short rest at noon, the resounding bell tolled throughout the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

The clouds and mist on the summit of Giant Sword Peak began to churn, and several cultivators from the Lingxiao Sword Sect, possessing immense spiritual power and extremely high cultivation levels, parted the clouds to reveal a long path leading up the mountain.

"Heroes of the Sword Trial, please ascend to the summit!"

(End of this chapter)