Chapter 115 Is this the legendary Shura Field?!

A deep purple bolt of lightning struck first, hitting Gu Xuanchen's sword spine with perfect accuracy.

The violent lightning power exploded instantly, forcing his natal spirit sword off course and crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground beside him with a clang, sending sparks flying.

Shen Zhaozhao had quietly jumped down from the elegant pavilion at some point. Although she was too lazy to care about the mess of the Tianyan Sect, Pei Lang and she had been through thick and thin together. They were family, and she couldn't just stand by and watch him suffer.

After retracting Zixiao, Shen Zhaozhao lazily glanced at Gu Xuanchen: "Making a move right at the entrance of Yuntai Immortal Market, Senior Brother Gu, you have quite the airs."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the whispers around her, and the scene instantly fell silent.

Yun Wan'er had already prepared her emotions, but when her gaze fell upon the long sword in Shen Zhaozhao's hand, which possessed a restrained spiritual light yet faintly exuded a terrifying aura, her throat instantly choked.

A natal spirit sword?!

How could Shen Zhaozhao possibly have a blood pact with her natal spirit sword?!

You should know that cultivators in Lingzhou are not qualified to form a blood pact with their natal magic weapon unless they break through to the Golden Core stage!

Could it be...?

Yun Wan'er froze, a sense of disbelief and horror rising in her heart.

She relied on the black jade marrow given to her by Ye Wushang and absorbed the cultivation of so many fellow disciples to barely climb to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment. How could Shen Zhaozhao possibly achieve that?

In a flash, Yun Wan'er seemed to have thought of something.

During the newcomer competition, that bitch broke through five realms in an instant. At the time, she kept saying it was some kind of spiritual spring opportunity, could it be...?

The shock in her eyes quickly faded, and Yun Wan'er's eyes gradually turned into a cold contempt mixed with jealousy and "seeing through the truth." She sneered: "Senior Brother Pei, you keep slandering my rapid cultivation as a crooked path, as if I were devouring the blood and bones of my fellow disciples. Then explain yourself, is Senior Sister Zhao Zhao's cultivation speed normal?"

"Could it be that all the opportunities in this world are only for Shen Zhaozhao to encounter, while I, Yun Wan'er, am not allowed to?"

Pei Lang was so angered by her counter-accusation that he jumped up and down on the spot, his face turning red with embarrassment. Unable to find a way to refute her, he could only stiffen his neck, turn to look at Shen Zhaozhao, his eyes filled with grievance and anxiety: "I didn't mean that, I—"

"Know."

Shen Zhaozhao raised her hand and casually patted Pei Lang's tense shoulders twice. Then she looked up at the righteous and stern Yun Wan'er, lazily raising her eyebrows: "Speaking of which, my junior sister Wan'er and I have always had good luck."

"only."

After a pause, Shen Zhaozhao's gaze swept meaningfully over the injured disciples of Tianyan Sect. "It seems my luck is still a little better than Junior Sister Wan'er's. After all, the opportunities I encounter only cost me some spirit stones, not my life."

It won't cost you your life.

The meaning of those three words was too obvious. Yun Wan'er's face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal. She could only stare at Shen Zhaozhao, and finally, she squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Don't spout nonsense here...!"

Shen Zhaozhao looked surprised and turned to Pei Lang beside her: "Pei Lang, did I make false accusations?"

Pei Lang immediately understood and, displaying his best comedic timing, blinked his clear eyes: "You just stated the facts, and the Tianyan Sect calls 'stating the facts' 'slandering'?"

Shen Zhaozhao: "What a crazy sect culture."

Pei Lang: "What an uncultured sect."

"you--!"

Seeing the two of them singing in unison, Yun Wan'er felt dizzy and her blood surge, almost fainting on the spot.

"Oh dear, fellow Daoists~"

Just then, the elders of the Yuntai Alliance finally arrived after hearing the news. However, they couldn't afford to offend either the Chixiao Sect or the Tianyan Sect, so they could only force a smile and try to smooth things over: "The Yuntai Immortal Market Auction is about to begin. Please enter quickly so as not to be late!"

Upon hearing this, Qingxuan lost all energy to continue the discussion and only wanted to finish the Yuntai Immortal Market as soon as possible before returning to his sect to live in seclusion.

So Qingxuan nodded to Fenyan, said a few words to the disciples behind him, "That's enough," and then led the people of Tianyan Sect inside.

Seeing Qingxuan's expression, as if he were about to die, Elder Fenyan didn't bother to argue anymore. He reached out and expertly rubbed Pei Lang's head twice, laughing and scolding, "You brat, when did you get to Liuyunchuan? Is the rookie competition over? Did you embarrass me?"

Pei Lang winced as the elder rubbed his head, struggling to break free from his clutches. He frantically tried to fix his messed-up hair, saying irritably, "Didn't you already receive the message? Why do you have to ask me about it?"

Upon hearing this evasive answer, Fen Yan knew that the brat was just trying to avoid talking about his loss to Li Suifeng of the Yunmiao Sword Sect in the finals.

Yo~

He gave Pei Lang and Shen Zhaozhao a meaningful look, but didn't ask any more questions. He just chuckled and led the Chixiao Sect disciples inside.

Seeing that everyone had left, Pei Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to go over and say a few words to Shen Zhaozhao when he saw her turn to leave. He hurriedly said, "Hey, where are you going?"

Shen Zhaozhao turned to look at him, puzzled. "What am I doing? I'm going back to the auction, otherwise why would I be here watching the show?"

Pei Lang was taken aback by her words, his eyes darting around for a moment before he said in a low voice, "Um... thank you for what happened earlier."

"When did you start being so polite with me?"

Shen Zhaozhao glanced at Pei Lang with amusement: "By the way, how did your rookie competition go?"

"Uh... well... let's leave it at that..."

Pei Lang paused awkwardly, then quickly glanced at Chen Zhaozhao, pouting and muttering in an even softer voice, "Your cultivation has improved way too fast... You already have a natal spirit sword... and you've already reached the Golden Core stage?! I can't even beat that damned Li Suifeng... You're making me look so useless...!"

Shen Zhao looked up suspiciously: "What are you muttering about?"

"without."

Pei Lang immediately straightened his back, scratched his cheek, looked away, and casually asked, "Well... at the auction later, could I come with you?"

"You know how boring it is to be with those old men in my family. The Yuntai Immortal Market only happens once a year, and I would die of boredom if I were with them."

Shen Zhaozhao waved her hand dismissively: "Sure, whatever you want."

Pei Lang's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately forgot his little grievance. He happily followed after him, completely unaware that not far behind him, a dark figure stood quietly in the shadows, its cold gaze lightly... landing on Pei Lang's almost upturned back.

Beside Xie Linyuan, Murong Xiao was clutching his contorted face, screaming inwardly—Is this the legendary battleground?!

elder brother!

Wow, that's so exciting, bro!