Chapter 132: Ruthless Hand Crushing the Flower

“Chu Huaixu is a little misogynistic.”

When it came to Shen Miaoyun of the Phantom Spirit Sect, he truly was ruthless in crushing the flower, showing not the slightest mercy.

Just as he had knocked Lang Yue—this “heavenly delicacy of Chengdu”—flying last time, today he knocked away this girl of pure desire style in the exact same way.

In a martial contest, one did not hold back. How was that not a form of respect toward women?

“Off you go!”

Shen Miaoyun lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, exactly the same as Lang Yue on that day.

Even now, she could not understand why her own lustful illusion had not the slightest effect on Chu Huaixu.

Could this man truly be one of those legendary gentlemen who could sit with beauties in their arms and remain unmoved?

She was born of the Phantom Spirit Sect, so how could she not know the nature of filthy men?

Many of the senior brothers in her sect, when cultivating in dual practice with their Dao Companions, would ask them to cast a lustful illusion for extra enjoyment.

Yet now, she felt as though she had been dazzled by Chu Huaixu’s personal charisma.

To speak truth, Shen Miaoyun knew she was far from being a supreme prodigy of the Eastern Continent.

But as a top genius from a small place, she too had her pride.

She did not believe that anyone could instantly break her illusion without being affected, at least to some extent.

“But why could he so precisely find my location within the illusion?” Shen Miaoyun felt it unbelievable.

In the lustful illusion just now, both left and right were scenes of extreme seduction.

On the left, there were even three women playing a stacked game, their three plump buttocks piled together, one pressing down on the other.

And Shen Miaoyun hid right behind that stack of buttocks.

She waited for Chu Huaixu to approach, planning to strike once he was “lost in indulgence,” to land a sneak attack and decide victory in one blow!

Yet what she received instead was a merciless iron palm.

Under the crowd’s astonished gazes, Chu Huaixu flipped off the stage.

As usual, he walked over to Shen Miaoyun’s side, showing the demeanor of a Dao Gate disciple, and asked, “Are you alright?”

She shook her head, then nodded.

“A very impressive illusion. Should the chance arise, I would like to ask for guidance again.” He offered a polite courtesy.

But Shen Miaoyun felt that this figure had been deeply imprinted in her heart.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Chu Huaixu left the arena with Han Shuangjiang.

The Big Ice Block looked at him curiously and asked, “What illusion did she just cast?”

“You sure you want to know?” He smiled playfully.

“Hm? Was it something very strange?” Han Shuangjiang grew even more curious.

“Well, you asked me to say it.” Chu Huaixu stacked armor for himself.

He began to give Han Shuangjiang a brief outline of what he had seen.

He did not speak too explicitly, only brushing over the details.

He could tease her, but he would not go too far.

Yet unexpectedly, the Big Ice Block only responded with a cold “Oh.”

Back in the Cold Pool Secret Realm and the Growth Rings Secret Realm, the reason she had panicked so much was because of actual contact with the opposite sex.

As a pure, theory-bound girl who had never experienced such matters, she naturally felt embarrassment and awkwardness when it came to real practice.

But if it was only talk of illusory scenes…

Such images, if placed inside 【Red Sleeves Beckon】 or the 【Joyous Sect】, would hardly count as anything special, right?

Such small scenes—don’t make your Sister Han laugh!

The second round of the Eastern Continent Grand Competition was to be held over three days.

Han Shuangjiang, in the second round, faced a disciple of the Spring and Autumn Mountain.

Xu Ziqing, on the other hand, drew a senior sister of the Dao Gate.

Both ultimately passed through smoothly.

The difference was, Han Shuangjiang won with ease, while Xu Ziqing, due to the disparity in realm, found it a little difficult.

When it came time for the third-round draw, Chu Huaixu’s luck was once again explosively good. He still did not draw any of the prodigies of the Four Great Sects.

His opponent came from Wuyou Valley, considered a first-class sect, stronger by far than a second-class sect like the Falling Sunset Sect.

Lang Yue once again came to spectate.

But his heart was conflicted.

He looked forward to the day Chu Huaixu would use techniques, so he could broaden his own eyes.

Yet at the same time, he hoped Chu Huaixu could continue to win a few more rounds with just Jianghu martial arts.

Was Chu Huaixu fighting matches only for his own glory?

Not entirely!

How was this not also helping him, Lang Yue, recover his own lost face?

And truth be told, the prodigy of Wuyou Valley was indeed quite strong.

Chu Huaixu only finished the battle after delivering three palms.

By now, his fame had spread widely. Many came specifically to watch his matches, his popularity no less than that of Han Shuangjiang.

It could not be helped—he was a body cultivator, using only mortal martial arts. Just how strong was his true power? None could yet see through, but his mystique was maxed out!

This day, everyone once again reaped both shock and speechlessness.

“So it turns out his palm technique is also only one move?”

“Again and again, he only uses that same palm!”

“Interesting, interesting. Could this too be considered a form of… defeating the enemy with a single move?”

In every arena match, Chu Huaixu had only ever used the Eight Wastelands Wandering Dragon! The Eight Wastelands Wandering Dragon!

As for 《Jiligulu Bagua Palm》, he had learned only one move and no more!

Lang Yue watched as even a prodigy of a first-class sect fell. Though he had lasted longer than himself, Lang Yue’s heart still felt incomparably relieved!

The first palm had in fact already gravely wounded the opponent; the rest was nothing more than the struggle of a spent force.

Now that he was paying out of his own pocket to remain at the Dao Gate, he only felt, “This money is worth it!”

The value of Lang Yue of the Falling Sunset Sect was only continuing to rise!

At this moment, he also completely understood why Chu Huaixu had said those words to him that day.

Lang Yue no longer even felt that using Jianghu martial arts was an insult to him.

“With Fellow Daoist Chu’s strength, if he had used techniques, I would surely have been seriously injured, requiring at least half a month of recovery.”

Was this not, in its own way, a form of generosity and mercy, a kind of gentle kindness toward a fellow sect disciple?

Lang Yue was about to become Chu Huaixu’s loyal fan.

What was even more laughable was that today, he unexpectedly discovered that Shen Miaoyun of the Phantom Spirit Sect had also not left the Dao Gate, and at this moment, she too had come to spectate the competition.

The crowd was still continuously growing.

Inside the Inner Gate, within an elegant courtyard.

Situ Cheng, one of the 【Four Great Divine Swords】, was drinking wine.

In his lifetime, he had only three hobbies.

His first love was the sword, his second love was competing with Senior Brother Sword Sovereign, and his third love was fine wine.

Situ Cheng was known as the unparalleled pair of sword and wine. He could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk—never had he met a cultivator who could outdrink him in spiritual wine.

Every time he sparred with the Sword Sovereign and lost, that very night he would drag him to drink wine, then reclaim his dignity at the wine table.

In the courtyard, several Sword Sect disciples were practicing their swordsmanship.

Among them was Geng Tianhe, the disciple most favored by Situ Cheng.

He already had half a foot into the realm of the Great River Sword Intent. When his sword qi surged, it was like a torrenting river crashing forward.

In the past, when Situ Cheng watched him wield the sword, there would be undisguised admiration in his eyes, and in his heart he would repeatedly emphasize: "This child is like me！"

But today was different. His mind kept circling around Chu Yinyin’s flaunting words from that day inside the Grand Hall.

"The Dao Gate actually has two Outer Sect disciples who have already comprehended Sword Intent？"

Unable to restrain himself, he summoned Geng Tianhe before him.

"Elder Situ." Geng Tianhe greeted respectfully.

He was neither tall nor short, with somewhat sickly pale skin. His disposition leaned toward a cold decisiveness, but unlike Xu Ziqing, he did not have a feminine appearance despite being male.

Situ Cheng looked at him and said, "Within the Dao Gate are two disciples. If you encounter them, you must pay some attention. Both of these two are sword cultivators."

"Oh？" Geng Tianhe was quite surprised.

Could there truly be sword cultivators within the Dao Gate worthy of Elder Situ’s concern?

Situ Cheng continued, "These two, one male and one female. The male is named Chu Huaixu, the female is Han Shuangjiang."

"If you meet these two on the martial stage, also pay attention.

He knew Geng Tianhe’s nature was proud—arrogant, even. After all, among this batch of Sword Sect disciples, he was the unrivaled standout.

His overall strength was leagues ahead, and the Sword Sect had been cultivating him as a future successor to the Four Great Divine Swords.

Geng Tianhe had the capital to be proud.

Thus, he would not, in the early rounds, burden his mind with distracting thoughts of probing into others.

He would simply cultivate in stillness—one sword to defeat the enemy.

Therefore, Situ Cheng felt it necessary to remind him once.

Yet, he did not mention that these two had already grasped Sword Intent.

He wanted Geng Tianhe to witness it with his own eyes, to be shocked on the spot!

"Only in this way could it temper his heart toward the Dao. Perhaps with a bit of pressure, he too might gain sudden enlightenment soon." Such were Situ Cheng’s thoughts.

In his heart, Geng Tianhe silently memorized the two names and respectfully said, "Elder, this disciple will take extra heed on the martial stage."

He would see for himself what kind of sword cultivators could be worthy of even the Four Great Divine Swords’ special mention!

Coincidentally, a similar scene was taking place in two other elegant courtyards.

Mei Chuxue of Spring and Autumn Mountain, as well as Teng Lingyi of Luo Heaven Valley, were likewise instructing their juniors to carefully observe Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang.

The path of cultivation was long; taking the lead in one step did not mean taking the lead in every step.

These people were true peerless prodigies—at any moment, they might suddenly attain enlightenment and undergo transformation, directly catching up in an instant!

In their own life scripts, they too were dazzling protagonists! On-the-spot breakthroughs were nothing unusual!

Thus, Kui Muquan and Zhao Xinghan both firmly remembered these two names, intending to deliberately observe during the fourth round.

Yet, both felt a trace of confusion.

In the casual chatter of Dao Gate disciples they had heard before, wasn’t the most talked-about pair of this generation named Chang Le and Ji Sikong?

"Where did this Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang suddenly come from？"

Before the fourth round of the competition, Chu Huaixu deliberately went to the gambling house once more, attempting to find his own name on the betting lists.

But after searching for a long time, what he found instead was… Han Shuangjiang!

"What！ Are you sick in the head！" His heart burned with fury.

The moment he entered the gambling house, countless Outer Sect disciples greeted him, as if he were some great celebrity.

And yet—among the hot favorites for the championship, his name was nowhere to be seen!

"Are you all looking down on us Body Trainers！ Are you！" His rage flared to the heavens.

On second thought, it made sense. The opponents Chu Huaixu had encountered along the way were not considered strong.

Anyone from the list of championship favorites could have easily won those battles.

Moreover, in everyone’s eyes, his life-bound spiritual artifact was merely the black robe he wore—a mere Mid-grade Spiritual Artifact.

On top of that, he was a coarse body cultivator. Once the fights advanced, what could he possibly use to compete against those peerless prodigies with endless methods?

With their dazzling displays of techniques, they could play him until he was lost and confused.

Some self-proclaimed clever competitors even believed they had already seen through Chu Huaixu’s methods.

"He is a body cultivator, so his techniques will be few, and his spiritual artifact weak. Thus, he relies on martial arts from the martial world, saving his Daoist techniques as trump cards."

"The number of cards in his hand is far too few！"

If he were wealthy in methods, why would he act like this?

Besides, his cultivation was only at the Heavens of the First Realm, Fourth Heaven..：，

True, his physical strength was monstrously defiant—stronger than many body cultivators at full perfection of the First Realm. None knew how he had achieved it.

But whether it was him or Xu Ziqing, the overall evaluations given by the crowd would never be too high.

As for why Big Ice Block could appear on the list, it was because her cultivation was already at the Heavens of the First Realm, Eighth Heaven, and she possessed the Supreme-grade Spiritual Sword 【Zhegutian】. Just looking at her, she seemed extremely strong!

"Intolerable！ Simply intolerable！" Chu Huaixu roared in his heart.

He could not accept that his own Little Housekeeper was ranked above him!

In the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, the very first "taunting villain who leapt into his face" turned out to be this gambling house!

Chu Huaixu’s fighting spirit burned unusually high.

But this time, his lottery draw luck was not as good as before.

His opponent this time was named Ding Bolin.

One of the earliest twenty cultivators eligible for betting in the gambling house, and ranked on the very first 《Kill List》 drafted by Chu Huaixu.

That list had now already been updated to the fourth edition.

On the day of the competition, Ding Bolin stepped onto the stage first.

Immediately after, he saw that infamous oddball junior brother, recently famous, flip onto the stage.

Then, he cast a chilling smile his way.

Chu Huaixu’s mouth stretched wide, revealing a full set of white teeth.

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