Chapter 112 The Cat Wins

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Qiu? Why are you punching the air?"

"Is he under an illusion? Isn't Le Xiu the best at dealing with illusions?"

"This Bai Qingchen is a bit weird..."

Some disciples with higher cultivation levels looked solemn.

They could see that from the moment Qiu Ci'an blew the first sound of the flute, he had already stepped into the formation carefully arranged by Bai Qingchen.

This formation can not only create realistic illusions to confuse the five senses, but also seems to interfere with the operation and judgment of spiritual power to a certain extent.

A formation set up in the middle stage of foundation building could actually trap Le Xiu, who was in the early stage of golden elixir, for such a long time. Bai Qingchen's attainments in formations are definitely not simple.

Qiu Ci'an on the stage had sweat on his forehead. At this moment, he realized that he had underestimated his enemy. The other party was definitely not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

He forced himself to calm down and tried to find the flaw in the formation.

At this moment, Bai Qingchen, who had been standing still, finally moved.

His figure flashed, like an arrow shot from a bow, and he suddenly appeared behind Qiu Ci'an, pointing a finger at him.

Qiu Ci'an's nerves, which had been tense all the time, finally caught sight of the actual attack. He was delighted, thinking that he had found the real body. He immediately turned the flute and concentrated all his strength to attack the person behind him.

If a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage tried to forcibly take on this move, he would definitely not be able to withstand it. However, his flute once again penetrated the phantom.

"not good!"

Qiu Ci An felt that something was wrong and knew that he had been fooled again.

Just when his old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, Bai Qingchen's true body appeared in front of him like a ghost.

This time, Bai Qingchen had a brush in his hand. It was completely black, with only the tip of the brush condensed with starlight. It was his natal magic weapon, the Star Chaser.

This was the first time he used Star Chaser since he recovered his memories of his previous life.

He just waved his wrist, and the star-chasing sword drew a series of pale golden star-filled trails in the sky.

The rune solidified instantly, emitting a powerful restraining force, and transformed into countless fine and tough golden threads, wrapping around Qiu Ci'an from all directions.

Qiu Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank, and he wanted to dodge or resist, but he was in an illusion and his reaction was already half a beat slow.

In addition, due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy, his body was sluggish, and he could only watch as the golden silk threads bound him layer by layer like a dragnet. The more he struggled, the tighter he was bound, and finally he was completely unable to move.

The flute sound stopped abruptly.

The entire Wendao Peak Square fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone stared at the stage in amazement. Qiu Ci'an was tied up tightly with golden rune threads, his face pale.

Bai Qingchen stood quietly aside, holding a black pen, his breath steady as if the battle just now had not consumed too much of his energy.

The winner has been decided.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qiu."

Bai Qingchen bowed, and with a thought, the Star Chaser and the golden thread disappeared at the same time.

The restraints on Qiu Ci'an were released, his face turned red and white, and finally he sighed deeply and returned the greeting with a sincere heart.

"Junior Brother Bai's formation is exquisite. I am convinced of my defeat." After saying this, he left the ring in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

After the silence, a huge uproar broke out from the audience.

"Won? Bai Qingchen won?"

"A mid-stage Foundation Establishment defeated an early-stage Golden Core? How is this possible!"

"What kind of magic weapon was that just now? It's so powerful!"

"That formation is too weird! Senior Brother Qiu has been completely fooled!"

The disciples who bet on Qiu Ci'an to win beat their chests and stamped their feet, while Su Yue jumped up with joy, holding Lin Feng's hand and laughing happily, "Win! I said Senior Brother Bai would definitely win! We're rich, we're rich!"

She had made a huge bet before, and with the odds of 10 to 1, she made a lot of money.

Lin Feng also smiled and looked at Bai Qingchen who was walking down the stage, his eyes full of amazement and relief.

He walked forward and patted Bai Qingchen's shoulder vigorously: "Brother Bai, you are a hidden talent."

Bai Qingchen smiled and was about to speak when he suddenly felt an extremely focused gaze from the crowd falling on him.

That look seemed to carry extremely complicated emotions, which made his heart inexplicably tremble.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of his feeling, but he only saw a crowd of people and curious or inquiring glances. The sight disappeared without a trace, as if it was just his illusion.

Su Yue excitedly said that she had won a bunch of spirit stones, and then she pulled Bai Qingchen to share the won spirit stones. Bai Qingchen couldn't refuse, so he accepted some.

After this challenge, those who were eyeing his spot no longer dared to make trouble openly.

After returning to Hanyuan Peak, the fleeting glance he saw at the Dandao Peak arena made him a little concerned.

These past few days he always felt that someone was watching him in secret, but every time he looked carefully, he found nothing.

He thought of the quota and decided to go to the Four Seasons Villa on the top of the mountain. No matter what, Mo Zhiyuan had fought for this quota for him in the first place. It was only right that he should go and say thank you.

Bai Qingchen reached the top of the mountain and was surprised to find that the invisible barrier that had previously blocked him out no longer blocked him.

He could walk into the spring-filled courtyard without any hindrance. Did Mo Zhiyuan specially open up permission for him?

The courtyard was still neat and clean, just as deserted and empty as he remembered.

Bai Qingchen stood in the yard for a long time, then walked into the house, but still did not see the familiar figure.

He understood that Mo Zhiyuan was avoiding him, and this realization made Bai Qingchen feel a little uncomfortable.

He simply sat down on the stone bench in the yard and decided to wait and see. He didn't believe that Mo Zhiyuan would never come back.

Time passed little by little, from the sun being high in the sky to the sun setting in the west. There was no other sound in the yard except the sound of the wind.

Bai Qingchen's heart sank little by little.

He deliberately whispered to the empty courtyard in a tone of loss and grievance: "Don't you really want to see me?"

There was silence all around, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.

Bai Qingchen waited for a moment, but there was still no response. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger.

He stood up suddenly and said coldly to the air: "Okay, if you have the guts, hide away for the rest of your life!"

After saying this, he did not stop, turned around and strode down the mountain.

After confirming that Bai Qingchen's breath had completely disappeared at the top of Hanyuan Peak, the space in the courtyard twisted slightly like water waves, and a tall and straight black figure slowly emerged.

Mo Zhiyuan walked to the stone bench where Bai Qingchen had just sat, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed his fingertips across the stone surface that still retained a trace of body temperature, as if he could still feel the man's breath.

His deep eyes were filled with suppressed thoughts and struggles, which eventually turned into an almost inaudible sigh.

"It's not the right time yet..."

He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and heavy, and his figure slowly merged into the void again, as if he had never appeared.