Chapter 72: Time for Me to Save the World

“Just by stepping onto the stage, you get a Soul-Nourishing Pill?”

Inside the pavilion, Ji Yunyao couldn’t help but say after hearing this, “As expected of Medicine King Valley, Master Tai Su is truly generous.”

Yang Hong asked curiously, “What use does the Soul-Nourishing Pill have?

Why have I never heard of it?”

Ji Yunyao explained to Yang Hong, “This pill, along with the Longevity Pill, is a secret inheritance of Medicine King Valley.

Taking it can strengthen a cultivator’s Sea of Consciousness, making it extremely precious.”

At the same time.

The wandering cultivators in the pavilion behind them, upon hearing Master Tai Su’s words, immediately stirred in excitement.

Soul-Nourishing Pill!

Win or lose, just by stepping onto the stage you’d get it!

After hearing these words from Master Tai Su’s mouth, one wandering cultivator was the first to react, suddenly leaping out from the crowd.

While flying toward the arena with spell arts, he excitedly announced his name, “I am Liu Donghang, a wandering cultivator from Lingdong.

I’ve come especially to learn from Young Master Yan of Medicine King Valley…”

But before he finished speaking.

When Liu Donghang reached ten zhang from the arena, his figure suddenly froze, and like a kite with its string cut, he crashed headfirst to the ground!

His face was covered in blood as he lay sprawled in embarrassment.

Like a fly stuck to flypaper, no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t get up.

Master Tai Su smiled and explained upon seeing this, “When I built this arena, I casually set up a thirtyfold gravity restriction outside of it.

Honored guests, please act within your limits.”

As he spoke.

Master Tai Su waved his hand, and a soft surge of magic power wrapped around Liu Donghang, sending him back to the pavilion platform.

Liu Donghang knew full well that he was not Yan Wuchen’s opponent.

This time, stepping forward was purely for the sake of that bottle of Soul-Nourishing Pills from Master Tai Su’s mouth.

But…

He didn’t know that there was a gravity restriction outside the arena.

Rushing forward recklessly, he ended up pressed flat to the ground in front of everyone.

Liu Donghang felt utterly humiliated.

So when Master Tai Su sent him back to the stone platform, he didn’t even bother to wipe the blood off his face.

He immediately covered his face and fled quickly, leaving Medicine King Valley without looking back…

“Cunning old fox.” Chen Qiang scoffed upon seeing this.

“Exactly, if you can’t afford to give it away, then don’t.” Yang Hong echoed.

…

Liu Donghang’s disgraceful end instantly silenced all the restless wandering cultivators.

The ones who had just regretted being a step too late were now all secretly rejoicing.

Fortunately, they hadn’t been the ones to rush up just now…

At this moment.

From the third pavilion to the right of the True Essence Sect came a sudden voice, “Ye Mingyu of the Azure Peak Sword Sect has come to ask for guidance from Senior Brother Yan of Medicine King Valley!”

Before Ye Mingyu’s words had even finished.

He was already sitting cross-legged on his giant sword, as wide as a door panel, leisurely flying toward the arena.

The thirtyfold gravity that had left Liu Donghang in disgrace fell upon Ye Mingyu like a breeze brushing past, not hindering him in the slightest.

Just like that, he strolled gracefully through the air, slowly flying into the center of the arena and landing there.

“So it is Nephew Ye.

When this matter is over, please convey my greetings to Master Fengyin on my behalf.”

As Master Tai Su spoke, he waved his hand, and a bottle of Soul-Nourishing Pills turned into a stream of light that flew before Ye Mingyu.

At the same time.

Master Tai Su continued, “There are no rules in this arena challenge.

Anyone who steps up will receive, in addition to the Soul-Nourishing Pill, a pair of Yin-Yang World-Breaking Pearls!”

As he spoke.

He sent a pair of pearls, one Yin and one Yang, respectively to Ye Mingyu and Chen Xingyu, the leading elder of Azure Peak Sword Sect, the Black Iron Sword Master.

These Yin-Yang World-Breaking Pearls were truly tools to shirk responsibility!

In front of everyone, if a sect elder misjudged their disciple’s strength, leading to injury or death—

No one else could be blamed.

“Many thanks to Master Tai Su for the treasure.”

Ye Mingyu was not polite.

After simply refining the Yin Pearl in his hand, he directly said to Yan Wuchen, “Please enlighten me!”

As he spoke.

Ye Mingyu lightly patted the sword case behind him, and three flying swords hovered above his head in a Three Talents formation, their sword intent locked straight onto Yan Wuchen!

“Junior Brother Ye, is it?”

Although the disciple acceptance ceremony had only just begun, Yan Wuchen had already cast himself in the role of Qingzhou’s number one among peers of his realm.

For this reason—

Yan Wuchen leisurely descended from mid-air, landing opposite Ye Mingyu, smiling as he said, “Since you’ve come as a guest.

Junior Brother Ye, please!”

“Then I won’t be polite!”

Ye Mingyu spoke, forming a hand seal with one hand.

Spiritual energy surged, and the three flying swords suddenly split!

Each sword produced two sharp sword shadows, merging with the original body.

In an instant, the Three Talents Sword Formation transformed into the Nine Palaces Killing Formation!

In that moment!

Nine streaks of cold light formed a net of heaven and earth, crashing down toward Yan Wuchen!

“What a fine sword formation!”

Yan Wuchen, facing the formation, did not dodge nor evade, letting Ye Mingyu’s sword force completely envelop him.

After the Nine Palaces Killing Formation fully took shape, he even praised, “Such wondrous transformations in this sword formation.

Among your peers, Junior Brother Ye, you are indeed outstanding!”

Yan Wuchen’s composure at this moment.

Regardless of his cultivation depth, this demeanor alone was impeccable.

…

After the time of one incense stick.

Ye Mingyu was kneeling on one knee, his breathing disordered.

In front of him—

The three flying swords that had moments ago been imposing now were full of cracks, their radiance completely gone.

Yan Wuchen stood as if an ordinary man.

He walked to stand opposite Ye Mingyu and said, “These three flying swords are not damaged at their foundation.

After returning to your sect, Junior Brother Ye, you only need to nurture them again for a while, and before long, they will regain today’s sharpness.”

When he had just fought Yan Wuchen—

No matter what methods Ye Mingyu used, Yan Wuchen always allowed him to fully display his moves.

Only after Ye Mingyu’s offense unfolded completely would Yan Wuchen directly crush it.

For this reason—

Ye Mingyu remained silent, only raising his head to stare at Yan Wuchen.

Yan Wuchen continued, “If Junior Brother Ye has no other techniques, then yield this arena to others.”

Ye Mingyu weighed this in his heart upon hearing it.

He knew.

With his current state, even if he revealed all his trump cards, he might not be able to defeat Yan Wuchen.

After a brief consideration.

Ye Mingyu sighed, stood up, cupped his hands toward Yan Wuchen, and said, “No.”

As he spoke.

With heartache, Ye Mingyu collected the three broken flying swords into his sword case.

Only then did he summon his Flying Magical Artifact, turn around, and leave.

“Thank you for letting me win.” Yan Wuchen said with a smile.

…

Ye Mingyu of the Azure Peak Sword Sect was publicly acknowledged as a peerless figure among his generation.

But even with Ye Mingyu’s overwhelming strength, before Yan Wuchen he had no chance to fight back, being defeated with ease.

For this reason—

After Ye Mingyu’s defeat, the vast arena suddenly had no one else daring to step forward.

Master Tai Su, seeing this, stroked his beard with a smile, “Is there anyone else willing to spar with my disciple?

Even if you cannot win…

You may still receive a bottle of Soul-Nourishing Pills.”

…

No sooner had Master Tai Su finished speaking.

All the invited guests turned their eyes toward the frontmost row of ornate pavilions, the most luxurious ones.

Seated inside these luxurious pavilions.

Were the direct heirs of Qingzhou’s major sects—the main targets of Yan Wuchen!

But everyone had just witnessed Ye Mingyu’s defeat.

All knew in their hearts they were no match for Yan Wuchen’s might.

For a while, they looked at each other, yet no one dared to act rashly.

Chen Qiang shook his head at this and said, “Hong’er, you go.”

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