A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Hua Wuque struck directly at the heart with his first move. It looked light and airy, but it was incredibly fast, reaching the heart in the blink of an eye.

Internal energy flowed into his palms; his left hand gripped the sword hilt, while his right hand parried. At the moment of contact, he vaguely felt a pull, as if the force that was clearly moving to the left had been shifted away somewhat.

"Huh, is this what they call 'transplanting flowers and grafting jade'?"

"That's right, Brother Lu, you've really put me in a terrible situation. This time, I'm going to get justice!"

Hua Wuque gritted his teeth. He had been forced to fight Jiang Biehe at the Yuelai Inn, and the latter's profound internal strength nearly killed him. In the end, he managed to escape and was rescued by Xiaoyuer.

Lu Ming's expression was strange as he parried the question while observing the rumored "transfer of flowers and jade": "Don't talk nonsense. You're the one who disfigured Jiang Yulang, not me. Who else would he go after if not you?"

"asshole!"

Hua Wuque's palm strikes became increasingly fierce, and by activating the Mingyu Gong, the suction force in his hands intensified. His palm technique was profound, managing to deflect his opponent's attacks with each strike.

However, the difference in internal strength was too great. He could barely draw the opponent's force back, but it was difficult to deflect the attack. Seeing that if the stalemate continued, he would definitely be defeated due to the depletion of his internal strength, so he suddenly made a feigned attack with his palm, but actually took a few steps back.

His white robes fluttered without wind as he channeled his Mingyu Gong to its fullest potential, his hands assuming a unique stance. An invisible force pulled Lu Ming towards it; anyone else would have been unable to withstand it, but Lu Ming, empowered by twenty-three years of refined internal energy, remained completely unmoved.

Pure internal energy is a devastating blow to ordinary internal energy, much like meteorite iron from outer space versus bronze and ironware.

"Draw your sword! You can't block this attack."

As his momentum reached its peak, Hua Wuque stepped forward, his palms becoming white and translucent. They resembled fragile pottery, yet were powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Yaoyue, standing in the crowd, nodded slightly, clearly satisfied with Hua Wuque's performance. To have mastered the "Transplanting Flowers and Jade" technique to the sixth level was indeed a testament to his exceptional talent.

Lu Ming, caught in the vortex, still did not draw his sword. He raised his right hand, his face glowing with purple light, his handsome features now appearing as ethereal as an immortal.

"Is this what they call 'artistic conception'?"

The Hunyuan Palm strike was abruptly pulled aside the moment it made contact with the opponent's palm, leaving the center of the attack open.

Hua Wuque's eyes lit up with joy, and he continued to strike with force, determined to teach his opponent what internal injuries were like!

In the blink of an eye, Lu Ming swiftly changed his moves, transforming his palm technique from a pulling force into a finger technique, using the momentum to shift his position. He perfectly dodged the attack, moving behind his opponent and applying pressure to his Jianjing acupoint.

Hua Wuque suddenly felt a tingling numbness in his arm, and then his throat was grabbed, about to be crushed in the next second.

Lu Ming took a step back and said expressionlessly, "The Yihua Palace truly lives up to its reputation. No wonder it was able to defeat Jiang Biehe, the great hero of Jiangnan. You flatter me."

Hua Wuque's face turned pale. He shook his head slightly to compose himself, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, I have lost."

The crowd below cheered, saying that the fight was indeed spectacular. Even if they didn't understand it, it didn't matter; as long as it was entertaining, that was all that mattered.

Only Yaoyue's complexion was not good. It was only because she was wearing a mask that she could hide it. Otherwise, even her beautiful face with furrowed brows and slight anger would have a unique charm.

Her cold, beautiful eyes stared at Lu Ming on the stage. This man cannot be allowed to live; he must be given a painful lesson!

Otherwise, where would the reputation of the Yihua Palace be?

Just as they were about to go on stage to teach him a lesson, another figure jumped onto the ring first.

"I am Quan Guanqing, the Great Wisdom Branch Master of the Southern Beggars' Sect. Please enlighten me."

Lu Ming looked the man up and down. He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a pointed face and monkey-like features. He didn't look like a good person at all. He wondered what Kang Min wanted from him.

"If it were Qiao Feng from the North, that would be more like it. You are no match for me. Get out of here."

Quan Guanqing only wanted to show his face and boost his reputation. His opponent had been fighting for a long time; even the most profound internal energy should be exhausted. By gaining reputation this time, he could find a way to advance to the ninth generation elder when he returned.

Upon hearing this, his face darkened, and his tone became extremely unfriendly: "Boy, Sect Leader Yue is the renowned Gentleman Sword, your composure is lacking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ming raised his hand and stepped lightly out.

Quan Guanqing hurriedly raised his bamboo stick and used the Mad Demon Staff Technique to retaliate. He thrust, entangled, and flicked the long stick repeatedly, intending to block Lu Ming's attack route and then counterattack after entanglement.

He had expected his opponent to dodge, but to his surprise, the palm strike was delivered. The ever-changing, seemingly frenzied staff technique was forcefully broken through, the sheer force of which sent him and his staff flying.

The Beggars' Sect disciples below the stage helped catch Quan Guanqing, but were struck by the accompanying force and coughed up blood repeatedly.

Lu Ming was somewhat taken aback; he hadn't expected his opponent to be so weak: "I thought the leader would be stronger. You only used half your strength, how did you fall down?"

That innocent look made Quan Guanqing's face turn pale with anger, his throat felt sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood before fainting.

For a moment, the scene was completely silent; some looked at each other in bewilderment, while others clapped and cheered.

He really pulled off a stunt this time. If he was just young and impetuous before, now probably no one would doubt Lu Ming's abilities.

"The Huashan Sect has actually produced a talented disciple. Yue Buqun is really lucky."

"Is the Huashan Sect's martial arts really that powerful? Do they still accept disciples?"

"Is it possible that this powerful Lu Ming is not from the Huashan Sect?"

These compliments were all well and good; there were also those who slandered the Yihua Palace and the Beggars' Sect, which made Yaoyue's eyes turn icy cold. With a slight twitch of her fingers, she used her inner energy to smash the mouths of several gossiping people.

The group of gossiping layabouts immediately covering their mouths, writhing in excruciating pain. Looking around, they had no idea who had done it and had been unjustly punished.

[Gained 'Mastery of Staff Techniques']

[Gained 'Mastery of Palm Techniques']

It's a pity that no useful descriptive entries were found. Quan Guanqing is another story, his martial arts skills are mediocre. But it's really unlucky that Hua Wuque didn't get any good descriptive entries.

With Quan Guanqing knocked off the stage, no one dared to challenge him for a moment.

They were all seasoned veterans of the martial arts world. They could tell from Lu Ming's deep, even breathing, that he was in good condition and hadn't even broken a sweat. Trying to pick up a bargain was unrealistic for them.

In this way, those with mediocre martial arts skills dared not step forward. And those with high martial arts skills were either sect leaders or elders, so they were unlikely to bully the younger generation.

Looking at Lu Ming, who stood out from the crowd, Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo, who were watching from the audience, were overjoyed. This was their man!

Not only is he skilled in medicine, but he can also refine precious elixirs. He is also very skilled in martial arts. In addition, his face is as beautiful as jade, and he is extremely handsome. Which woman wouldn't be captivated by him?

Not to mention the two of them, even Bei Jinyi next to them had hearts in her eyes at the moment because of the life-saving grace.

The noblewomen watching were so eager to snatch Lu Ming away and make him their male concubine, determined to exhaust him completely.

A slight smile appeared on Lin Shiyin's pretty face; she still had a good impression of Lu Ming. Based on the fact that he had cured her cousin Li Xunhuan's long-standing cough and ailment, and considering the time they had spent together, marrying him seemed like a good choice.

As for Lu Ming mentioning that he had another senior sister from the Huashan Sect whom he wanted to marry, she chose to ignore it.

Which powerful man doesn't have multiple wives and concubines? To say nothing of the distant past, even the prefect of Baoding Prefecture had nine concubines. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Lin Xian'er glanced at her best friend, then at Lu Ming in the distance. She licked her lips with her small, fragrant tongue, her alluring eyes sparkling with excitement and longing.

How prestigious would it be to have someone like that at one's feet?