nyslfriends Chapter 30 Green Flying Fork and Shadow Silk
Chapter 30 Green Flying Fork and Shadow Silk
The battle on the three arenas had just begun, and the atmosphere inside the hall was relaxed. Su Mi subconsciously turned her head to look at Ye Huawen beside her.
Just then, Ye Huawen was also looking at him intently, his face gloomy, his brows full of loneliness and resentment, and his expression was truly unpleasant.
Upon seeing this, Su Mixin frowned slightly, already guessing the reason in her heart.
Sure enough, the next moment, a faint divine sense transmission quietly landed in Su Mi's ears, and only the two of them could hear it.
"Young Master, I am now eighty-six years old, far exceeding the Ghost Spirit Sect's rule that those under sixty years old must appear on stage. I am no longer eligible to try."
Upon hearing this, Su Mi understood immediately. He was indeed stuck due to age restrictions, possessing great cultivation but having no opportunity to use it. He gently nodded to Ye Huawen, offering a soft, reassuring whisper.
"Don't be upset. This is a set rule. It's not that you lack the ability. It's just that you can't perform on stage."
After calming Ye Huawen down, Su Mixin then shifted her gaze to Su Han, who was standing to the side, and asked her softly with her divine sense.
"How old are you now? Do you meet the age limit for participating in the duel?"
Su Han lowered her head slightly, nodded calmly to Su Mixin, and whispered in reply, "Grand Uncle, I am only fifty-seven years old this year, which is just right for me to be eligible to take the stage."
Upon hearing this, Su Mixin's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and she calmly instructed, "Very well, calm down and prepare for now, there may be a time when you need to be of help later."
Even if nothing happens, you are still welcome to go on stage and try your best to win the Soul Tempering Pill.
"This pill nourishes the soul, strengthens the spirit, and stabilizes the foundation. It is extremely beneficial for breaking through to the Core Formation realm. You must not miss this opportunity."
Su Han nodded solemnly, indicating her agreement with these words.
Su Mixin withdrew her gaze, her eyes glancing casually at Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, who sat opposite her, and she pondered to herself.
"Wang Chan, Wang Chan, you absolutely mustn't come looking for trouble, or you might not even live to see Old Devil Han before you're in deep trouble."
He had already guessed that Wang Chan was likely going to use this arena battle to his advantage.
On the floating arena above the square, a fierce battle was in full swing.
Various low-level magical artifacts were used in turn, and the light of talismans flickered sporadically. Illusions, poisons, movement techniques, and close combat were used in an endless stream.
Everyone strictly adhered to the rules, and no one used any prohibited high-level consumable treasures. The exchanges were brief and to the point, with only the winner determined and no one taking a life.
Some Foundation Establishment cultivators possess profound cultivation and enduring spiritual power, giving them the upper hand in combat and relentlessly pressing forward.
Some cultivators may not be top-tier in cultivation, but they are proficient in exquisite movement techniques and unorthodox skills, maneuvering and moving about to win through cleverness.
Many other young cultivators from humble backgrounds, lacking top-tier techniques, fought bravely with only their perseverance and solid foundation.
On the plaza below the stage, countless low-level cultivators gathered to watch the battle, with cheers and discussions rising and falling, making the atmosphere increasingly heated.
Inside the main hall, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators and sect leaders savored the delicacies and spirit wines on the table while casually commenting on the young disciples' techniques and temperaments on the stage. They chatted and laughed, displaying complete composure.
Xin Ruyin turned her head to look at Su Mixin beside her and whispered a few words, commenting on the several outstanding sect cultivators on the arena.
Wang Chan's gaze was fixed on the central arena, her eyes sharp, as if she were secretly calculating and weighing her options.
Time passed slowly, and the half-hour time limit for the duel was fast approaching.
As time drew to a close, Wang Chan, sitting in the opposite seat, suddenly stood up. With a hint of arrogance, she was followed by several Ghost Spirit Sect disciples with chilling auras, and slowly walked towards the seats of the Thousand Illusions Sect members.
A mocking sneer played on his lips, his eyes filled with chilling intent as he stared intently at Su Mixin, who sat upright at the table, his hostility undisguised.
Approaching them, Wang Chan looked down at them, his tone brimming with provocation, and said casually, "Young Master Su of the Thousand Illusions Sect, simply watching those arena battles is rather boring."
"Since a martial arts contest has been set up at today's birthday banquet, how about we make a bet between us?"
Su Mixin remained calm, raising her eyes to look at him indifferently: "I wonder how Young Master Wang intends to wager?"
"It's very simple," Wang Chan chuckled. "You and I will each send a disciple under the age of sixty from our sect to the arena to compete in front of everyone. Whoever's disciple wins will win this bet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivators in the adjacent seats all turned to look, instantly sensing the intense tension between the two.
Upon seeing this, Wang Chan immediately took out a strangely patterned, crimson talisman from his robes. The talisman was engraved with ferocious skull patterns, and an aura of malevolence emanated from it.
"This is a Crimson Skull Talisman, quite powerful. I'll use it as my wager."
Seeing this, Su Mixin knew that she could not refuse the matter. If she kept backing down, it would only make the Thousand Illusions Sect look bad.
He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and took out a defensive talisman, which was exquisitely crafted and shaped like an oiled paper umbrella, and calmly placed it on the table.
These are the only two talisman treasures he currently has in his storage bag. They were given to him by Lady Lianyue when he was in the Foundation Establishment stage. Unfortunately, the Blue Nether Shield is too powerful, and he has never had the chance to use this talisman treasure.
Moreover, it's estimated that there will be almost no chance to use it in the future, so it's better to use it as a bet.
"Since Young Master Wang is in such high spirits, I will gladly oblige. Let's wager this umbrella-shaped defensive talisman."
The two finalized the bet with a single word, drawing all eyes to them.
Su Mixin immediately turned her head to look at Su Han beside her, signaling with her eyes for him to go on stage and accept the challenge.
Su Han's heart tightened, and she immediately stood up, bowed, and accepted the order. Her spiritual energy slowly circulated around her, preparing her to go on stage for the duel.
Wang Chan raised his hand in greeting, and a young cultivator dressed in black with a sinister and cold expression stepped out from the crowd behind him.
This person was surrounded by a faint, chilling aura, which clearly indicated that he had been practicing evil techniques for many years. His aura was calm and restrained, and he was obviously ready to unleash his power.
The two walked together toward the floating arena in the square outside the palace.
At that moment, a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect was guarding the central arena. When the disciple saw the two approaching from afar, he seemed to receive a divine message and immediately understood. Without saying a word, he jumped off the arena and cleared the space for himself.
It was immediately obvious that Wang Chan had secretly arranged everything in advance, leaving himself a backup plan at every turn.
Su Han and the sinister black-clad cultivator leaped onto the wide arena one after the other, standing on opposite sides, facing each other across the distance.
Su Han was wearing a white robe with blue patterns, the standard outer robe of the Thousand Illusions Sect, with a storage bag hanging at her waist, and her spiritual energy was condensed.
The black-clad cultivator stood with his hands behind his back, his sinister gaze fixed on Su Han like a venomous snake, and a confrontation was about to begin.
The audience fell silent instantly, all intently watching this exceptionally captivating duel.
"Please enlighten me." Su Han raised her hand in greeting. Before she finished speaking, she activated her spiritual power and took the lead in summoning the top-grade black flying sword that Su Mixin had bestowed upon her the night before.
In an instant, the black sword shot out, its blade shrouded in a faint dark light, its sharp sword energy piercing straight towards the opponent. At the same time, she raised her left hand, and a palm-sized blue-patterned shield floated in front of her, also a top-tier defensive magic weapon.
Fine scales appeared on the surface of the shield, and as spiritual energy was injected, a half-zhang square cyan shield unfolded, firmly protecting itself.
The black-clad cultivator snorted coldly, showing no weakness. With a flick of his right hand, a pitch-black short spear suddenly appeared, its tip gleaming with a cold, eerie green light. At the same time, his left hand summoned a round shield shrouded in black mist, its body flowing with viscous black energy.
"You're courting death!" he hissed, and the black short spear transformed into a shadow, piercing straight for Su Han's face. Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was filled with a faint corrosive aura.
At that moment, Su Han's eyes narrowed, and the black flying sword instantly changed direction, colliding fiercely with the black short spear. With a crisp "clang", sparks flew everywhere.
Taking advantage of the brief moment, Su Han flicked her finger, and three silver-glowing flying needles shot out into the air.
Upon seeing this, the black-clad cultivator smirked and made a hand seal with his left hand. The black mist shield suddenly expanded, and the surging black energy blocked the three silver flying needles.
The next moment, he took out a black bone whistle from his pocket, put it to his lips and blew it. The sharp whistle sound was piercing and unpleasant. Immediately, several black shadows darted out from behind him. They were actually three black throwing knives about the length of a forearm. The throwing knives were surrounded by a faint black aura and went straight for Su Han's head.
"Well done!" Instead of retreating, Su Han advanced, her spiritual power surging as she raised her cyan-patterned shield to block all three black flying knives.
At the same time, three silver flying needles, under Su Han's control through hand seals, quietly circled around to the back of the black-clad cultivator.
In an instant, three flying needles shot out, aiming straight for the black-clad cultivator's vital points on the back.
Unfortunately, the black-clad cultivator seemed to have anticipated this, or perhaps he had noticed it with his divine sense, and he swiftly dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow.
Once he regained his footing, he quickly counterattacked with his magical artifact.
The black-clad monk's jet-black short spear and three throwing knives worked in perfect harmony, their attacks becoming increasingly fierce, while the black mist round shield held firm to protect him.
In an instant, sword energy, black energy, and spiritual light intertwined and collided on the arena, creating a deafening roar.
The two fought back and forth, evenly matched.
This fierce fight lasted for a full quarter of an hour, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats and eliciting cheers from one audience member after another.
Just when everyone thought the two would remain locked in a stalemate for a long time, a sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the black-clad, sinister cultivator, who clearly decided to stop holding back.
He suddenly took half a step back, his black mist shield firmly blocking Su Han's ink-colored flying sword.
The black-clad monk slapped his right hand against the storage bag and took out a strangely shaped green flying fork.
The moment this flying fork appeared, it was enveloped in wisps of chilling black energy.
"Prepare to die!"
The black-clad cultivator gave a low shout, his mind racing.
The next moment, the green flying fork suddenly burst forth with countless black threads, sweeping out like a spider web, relentlessly wrapping around Su Han's blue-patterned shield.
Su Han was startled and hurriedly tried to retrieve the Azure Pattern Shield magic weapon by activating her spiritual power. However, she saw that the black silk was like a bone-deep affliction, once it touched her, it would tightly bind her. The Azure Pattern Shield trembled and its spiritual light dimmed step by step.
Clearly, these black threads have the ability to corrupt or even destroy magical artifacts.