Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 371 Blood and Fire Tattoo

If Ma Shilin dared to say that the people of Qinzhou were worthless, then naturally some people would want to give it a try.

On such a joyous occasion, it wouldn't be appropriate to set up a fighting arena at the banquet, so Jiang Chengshan only arranged for two Iron Bone Realm experts to stand on either side of the steps.

Obviously, as long as you can defeat these two people, you can sit on the second stage.

Let alone rogue cultivators, even cultivators from sects cannot all forge iron bones, let alone the two from Jiangcheng Mountain, who are clearly not ordinary low-grade iron bones.

Some people had already sat down and started eating, while others, not believing in the superstition, thought they were quite capable and wanted to test their strength.

As a result, right there on those steps, after only a few exchanges, amidst the clanging of metal, they were all beaten to the ground.

One particularly hot-tempered man refused to believe in evil and attacked three times in a row. Finally, he was punched through the lung and rolled on the ground, where he lay motionless for a long time.

Then they had Jiang Chengshan's people carry it away.

Given the style of the sects in Qinzhou, they shouldn't have carried him away for treatment.

Pei Xia observed from the corner. These two should both be of the lower grade Iron Bone cultivation level, and they were also henchmen with a certain status in Jiangcheng Mountain, not just ordinary people.

Moreover, Jiangcheng Mountain is wealthy, so in addition to having the leisure to practice martial arts, the gauntlets worn by these two should also be sturdy and heavy magical artifacts, capable of both offense and defense.

Let alone these casual practitioners who are at most low-grade Iron Bones, even if a Refining Master of the same realm came, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to win.

After more than ten rounds, only two cultivators were able to ascend to the second platform.

Of course, Pei Xia's decision to hold back wasn't because he was worried about losing.

He was waiting for Ma Shilin to leave.

Although the female elder clearly didn't recognize them, they decided to wait as long as possible, just to be on the safe side.

The fact that Ma Shilin was able to come out and take charge of external affairs at this juncture shows that she has some status in Jiangcheng Mountain. She is probably seated in the third terrace of the building. She will definitely have to leave soon to entertain the real distinguished guests.

Sure enough, about an incense stick later, a disciple walked up to Ma Shilin and whispered something to him. Ma Shilin then turned around, gave instructions to his disciples, and quickly left, heading towards the Three Platforms Pavilion.

Pei Xia pulled down her hood and gestured towards Feng Yao beside her.

Feng Yao tightened her cuffs, took half a step forward, and led Pei Xia up the stairs.

The towering man's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Yao, such a delicate and pretty young woman.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the time to go for the hip thrust, so I could only raise my hands and clasp them in a fist salute—I'll hit harder later, at least I'll get to have some fun.

Feng Yao wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he asked, "If I win, can I bring my entourage up on stage with me?"

The man laughed and said, "Winning brings honor, and those with honor can certainly bring followers."

The girl then extended a hand: "Please instruct me."

Before Feng Yao had even finished speaking, the Qin people's simple martial virtue had already been distilled into a fist that smashed into her face.

Even before arriving at Jiangcheng Mountain, Feng Yao was already at the Iron Bone Realm.

But she absolutely dared not take such a punch to the face, mainly because there was a hole in her neck, which was a bit vulnerable. She was afraid that if her head spun around her neck a few times, it would be hard to explain.

However, this time, she did not try to avoid it.

With a muffled sound like a morning bell, the man felt as if his fist had struck an iron wall.

Feng Yao was on the lower steps. She looked up, and bright red blood vessels gradually seeped from her dark eyes.

Inside the body, the solid spine, along with the gradually active flesh, began to reveal a golden-red light, like flames or blood.

The light penetrated through her skin and bones, radiating freely across her smooth, beautiful back beneath her clothes, forming a dazzling yet eerie "tattoo."

The girl reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

As the five fingers exerted force, the magical gauntlet, made of an unknown material, suddenly let out a mournful cry and was crushed into pieces amidst a pitiful cracking sound.

"what--"

A painful scream came from the man's mouth; he felt as if his iron body, which he had cultivated through years of hard work, was useless.

That slender, fair hand was gripping his wrist; the pain was excruciating, as if it would snap at his bones. The man immediately raised his foot to kick her.

But Feng Yao was faster. Her cloth boots flew high, and she arrived first, kicking her opponent in the knee.

With a crisp cracking sound, the man's right leg snapped backward!

A slender, graceful figure took a step forward, and Feng Yao grabbed his wrist, slamming the tall, muscular man down the steps in a highly incongruous manner!
With a muffled thud, the man smashed the stone slab, fell to the ground, and immediately lost consciousness.

The room fell completely silent.

It's not that we can't win.

How could you win like that?
People who had been engrossed in their meals stopped eating and stared in disbelief at the girl in the moon-white dress on the stairs.

Is this the Iron Bone Realm? It can't be the Vajra Realm, can it?

Feng Yao turned around, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and they immediately lowered their heads again, not daring to make a sound. Her peach blossom eyes, which had originally seemed somewhat gentle, now appeared exceptionally sharp.

Pei Xia tightened her hood, a silent reminder that made Feng Yao look back at the high platform.

After Ma Shilin left, another elder stayed to look after the place.

Feng Yao's decisive and overwhelming manner even made Elder Jiang Chengshan, who thought he was well-informed, secretly startled. However, he still tried his best to keep a straight face in front of others.

We cannot lose face for Jiangcheng Mountain.

“Ahem,” he said, standing on the higher platform, gesturing for the passengers to take their seats.

Pei Xia secretly breathed a sigh of relief; that was close.

He was just wondering if Feng Yao might have overdone it and caused unnecessary complications.

The girl's spine, strengthened by the Blazing Sun Mystic Gold, not only recovered from its fracture, but its strength is now far beyond what the Iron Bone Realm can match.

The small amount of pure blood from the Void Realm that was incorporated into her spine made it a special foundation for spiritual power.

This is somewhat similar to the Spiritual Mansion of the Opening Mansion Realm, except that because it is a head refinement, there is no way to accumulate spiritual power. Therefore, whenever the spine exerts force, the continuous spiritual power begins to further stimulate Feng Yao's head refinement flesh and blood.

Despite numerous nourishments, Feng Yao's true cultivation level had not yet broken through to the superior-grade Iron Bone realm. However, when her back was covered with golden-red tattoos, her physical strength was definitely no less than that of a Vajra Realm cultivator who had refined his head.

The increase in strength was indeed too great. Even though Pei Xia had practiced with Feng Yao many times before setting off, she was still a little unable to control herself when she actually used it.

Relieved, Pei Xia carefully followed Feng Yao up to the second platform.

The second platform is actually a square, only a bit smaller.

Jiangcheng Mountain used exquisite screens to create individual seats, each with cushions and tables. Delicious food, drinks, and fresh fruit were all laid out. In the center of the square was a water platform where more than ten graceful dancers were dancing to music.

This place looks much more normal now, like a grand sect celebrating a happy occasion.

The staircase Feng Yao came up from was actually not very conspicuous; it was located on the side of the square.

Apart from that initial scream, it didn't attract much attention.

Only a young boy with rosy lips and white teeth came over and led Feng Yao to an empty seat.

To Pei Xia's surprise, after Feng Yao sat down, the boy did not leave. Instead, he gathered the hem of his clothes, lagged behind a little, and knelt down next to the girl.

He lowered his head and kept quiet.

Pei Xia kicked Feng Yao's butt without making a sound.

Feng Yao immediately asked the child, as if by telepathy, "Why are you kneeling here?"

The boy immediately turned around and knelt down before Feng Yao: "Serve our honored guest."

"Serve?"

"Yes," the boy's voice was flat, "I have already bathed when I came today, so I can be used for bed or as food. Please feel free to choose."

(End of this chapter)