Chapter 58

Xu Zhuoli walked into the gate of the inn.

The disciples on both sides knelt down tremblingly and shouted, "Master."

Xu Zhuoli was intimidating without being angry. He glanced at the few people and asked coldly, "Where is the young master?"

Inside the main room of the courtyard, Xu Zehua leaned against the wall, his face pale. Hearing the commotion outside, he angrily shouted, "Who dares to disturb this young master's rest—" His words were lost in the cold expression of the person who walked in. Xu Zehua stood up in fear, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and shivered, "Father, why are you here?"

"Why? Do I have to wait until you and this bunch of trash die in Lanyang City before I come to collect your bodies?" Xu Zhuoli sneered. The disciple behind him bowed and placed a photo stone in Xu Zhuoli's hand.

The room became even quieter, with only the insects outside chirping recklessly, making each disciple of the Red Thunder Sword Sect more nervous than the other.

The photo stone in Lanyang Palace is really worth the price. Every angle is captured very clearly, whether it is Li Wuhe's expression before his death or Xu Zehua's panicked back after saying "I am a waste", everything is recorded clearly.

The fear buried deep in Xu Zehua's heart spread out again, but he was not as afraid as when facing the silver-haired woman. This was because he was Xu Zhuoli's son after all. Xu Zhuoli would not kill him, but that woman from Lingshan Sect... would really kill him!

"Gudong." Xu Zehua's throat slid open, and he took a step forward, saying mournfully, "Father, it's not that I watched Elder Li die, but the people in Lanyang Palace were too cunning and deliberately framed him!"

Xu Zhuoli sneered in his throat. He glanced at Xu Zehua, a look that made Xu Zehua swallow all the words that followed. Xu Zhuoli said, "You are my son. I know you better than anyone else in the world. These self-deceiving words are enough to fool yourself. Don't embarrass yourself in front of me."

He raised his hand and patted Xu Zehua's chest. With a flick of his finger, the photo stone instantly turned into powder in his palm.

Xu Zhuoli asked: "Elder Li is dead, and I have another account to settle with Lanyang Palace. Naturally, I have to settle it with Lanyang Palace and the people from Lingshan Sect! But what's wrong with you?" He frowned and stared at Xu Zehua's pale face.

Xu Zehua's head dropped to his chest, not daring to speak. Xu Zhuoli looked at the disciple behind him. The disciple, choking, didn't dare lie to Xu Zhuoli. He whispered, "Junior Brother and Xue Bushi of the Lianshan Sect drank until midnight. That wine was a special brew of Lingqu from Tingxianju. Junior Brother hadn't refined it yet. The next day, he saw people from Lanyang Palace selling photo stones in the square. He was so angry that his spiritual energy reversed, so..."

Xu Zhuoli: “…”

He is deep

He took a deep breath, looking at his good-for-nothing son, and wanted to slap him right away. But the competition was coming up, and he couldn't let him go out and face the slap again, bringing shame to the Red Thunder Sword Sect. Xu Zhuoli was furious, glaring at Xu Zehua and saying, "I'll settle this with you later. If you don't make it to this competition, don't ever come back to the Red Thunder Sword Sect!"

"Yes!" Xu Zehua answered in a resounding voice, his back straight. He thought that the matter of Li Wuhe had at least been put behind him. He licked his lips and whispered, "Father, Lan Yang Palace injured the reputation of my Red Thunder Sword Sect, and that Lingshan Sect's Ling people killed our Red Thunder Sword Sect's elders. I will definitely not let them get away with it! It's a pity that those Ling people skipped the first round of the competition, otherwise..."

There was a flash of resentment in his eyes.

Xu Zhuoli smiled faintly and said, "This person is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Not to mention that you won't be able to meet her in the competition, even if you do meet her, can you still kill her?"

Xu Zehua clenched his fists, knowing that Xu Zhuoli was right. He said angrily, "If I can't deal with Xi Lingren, can I still deal with Feng Jue? Her cultivation is two levels lower than mine. She should pray for good luck and not meet me, otherwise..."

Xu Zhuoli raised his eyebrows and told everyone else in the room to leave. After the door closed, Xu Zhuoli sighed and said, "If you weren't my only son, I really shouldn't have let you appear here. Well, whatever."

He took out a light golden bead from his storage ring, handed it to Xu Zehua, and instructed, "This is the South Sea Dragon Pearl, a secret treasure of the Red Thunder Sword Sect. It is of the water element. You should refine it into your natal magic weapon. When they are in perfect harmony, it will help you win the championship."

Xu Zehua's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the dragon pearl and said excitedly: "Father, why did you give it to me only now! With such a treasure, I will be able to move forward."

"Heh." Xu Zhuoli sneered, "Let's see how you perform."

The night Xu Zhuoli arrived in Lanyang City, the news reached Feng Jue. The previously hidden contradictions between the two factions seemed to have been suddenly exposed after the previous fierce battle. After the bone-testing, Xu Zhuoli did not appear. Feng Jue pretended not to know, waiting to see what medicine he had in mind.

The bone test was over in a flash, and the competition was about to begin.

It was the full moon of July, and the full moon of last night had been replaced by the bright sun in the sky, shining on the flags fluttering all over the mountains. The arena was packed with people, and their enthusiasm was brighter than the scorching sun.

03 He sat down solemnly on the martial arts viewing platform next to the Jindan stage arena, and took out a stack of melon seeds, a stack of snacks, half a watermelon, and a pot of cold tea from his storage ring.

Feng Jue stood behind her, lowered his eyes to look at her, and said "tsk".

For some reason, my hands feel itchy.

03Look around in surprise.

There is murderous intent!

Her eyes swept around and met the gaze of a stern-faced man. He looked quite superior, accompanied by Xu Zehua. 03Suddenly, she realized.

Old!

Xu Zhuoli scrutinized 03, frowning, wondering if this person hadn't even a trace of spiritual energy. Could this be how he'd tricked Li Wuhe? Just as he was pondering this, he saw Feng Jue, dressed in red, standing behind the woman, raise his hand, place his palm on Xi Lingren's shoulder, and look at him coldly.

"Oh." Xu Zhuoli whispered, "You don't know your own limitations!"

If he wanted to attack Xi Lingren, could Feng Jue, who was only in the early stage of the Golden Core stage, protect her?

Xu Zehua was also glaring at Feng Jue. He was full of ambition and rage, and he wanted to call Feng Jue to the stage for a fight.

Amidst the turbulent undercurrent, Lan Zhi, the envoy from Wendao Academy, was at the peak of her activity. As the supervisor of the Dongzhou Competition, she had been waiting in the square for the past seven days, watching with her own eyes the disciples of each sect pass the bone test, and she was very responsible.

She was also looking forward to the competition starting today. After explaining the rules again, she hung the blank scroll in her hand on the top of the mountain.

The arena was packed with people, all looking up at her, their mouths subconsciously shut as they watched Lan Zhi throw out nine jade beads used for bone testing. The jade beads glowed brightly, and when they merged together, their light surpassed that of tomorrow.

03 He picked up Feng Jue’s sleeve and put it on his head, pinching the edge of the sleeve to block his head and looking up.

Phoenix Technique: "..."

That's all.

Both of them looked up.

The jade bead instantly transformed into a cyan panel—03 was a bit surprised, it felt very familiar! The panel was divided into three sections, namely Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul. Several names appeared on the panel, with the words "xx faction xx vs. xx faction xx".

Lan Zhi said solemnly in the suddenly boiling arena: "The Dongzhou Competition begins!"

"Feng Jue, I see you." 03 said, "You are going to fight against Cui Zhenchuan of Hongshan Sect."

Feng Jue was a little disappointed. He raised his hand and stroked the red hairpin, then lazily responded. He rubbed 03's hair with his palm and glanced in the direction of the Red Thunder Sword Sect. Xu Zehua was facing another person, and both of them were unhappy that the other had escaped a disaster.

Soon after the battle list came out, the list of competitors in each arena appeared. 03 took a look, clapped his hands, and said, "Intelligence!" Spiritual power is the primary productive force in the world of cultivation.

"Feng Jue, I will always cheer you on from below." 03 said.

Feng Jue rubbed 03's hair again, and his fingers passed through her hair. The red sleeves embroidered with gold patterns passed through the silver hair and fell in front of 03's eyes. 03 stretched out his hand and pinched

Feng Jue's fingers.

She reported in her mind: Host Favorability 1

Feng Jue lowered his head in surprise, smiled, and said, "When I get on stage, you can take your snacks and sit across from me. This will inspire me more than any encouragement from you. I will be invincible and victorious in every battle."

03 thought to herself that it was no wonder that the main system had organized a sports meeting like that for humans. At that time, she thought that the main system was using the sports meeting to promote snacks, but she didn’t expect that it would really help everyone improve their combat power!

Humans are truly intelligent creatures, and they apply their intelligence to all aspects of life. However, as a system governed by data and logic, she still has a lot to learn.

03 was filled with emotion, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and obediently followed Feng Jue to the competition arena.

Among the cultivators who registered for the Dongzhou Competition, the largest number were in the Foundation Establishment stage, the least were in the Nascent Soul stage, and there was no one in the God Transformation stage. The number of arenas was allocated accordingly, but the number of people watching the competition was the opposite.

The moment Feng Jue stepped onto the stage, the martial arts viewing platform was silent for a moment, and then erupted into fierce cheers, especially the Lanyang Palace disciples in scarlet clothes, who almost ran to the mountain to take down the Phoenix flag and waved it to cheer.

03 Standing at the front, no one dared to stop her. She held melon seeds in her hand, raised her head, and suddenly recalled the first time she met Feng Jue. At that time, Feng Jue wore a golden hairpin and a phoenix crown. Her eyes seemed to contain flames, bright and proud, but full of arrogance, as if nothing in the world needed to be taken seriously by her.

Now a year has passed, the aloofness and brightness are still there, but 03 thinks Feng Jue is even more beautiful and wants to scan it and collect it in her "Feng Jue Portrait Collection".

But she was no longer the little system she once was. 03 frowned like a human and sighed solemnly, but her eyes were fixed on the Phoenix Art, waiting to draw it out after returning.

When Cui Zhenchuan of the Hongshan Sect took the stage, he heard the deafening cheers of support—of course, not for him—and laughed heartily. He bowed to Feng Jue and said, "I met the Palace Master in the secret realm many years ago. Your demeanor was absolutely impressive then. Seeing you again many years later, you are even more stunning. Please, have mercy on me and don't let me lose too badly."

This was said in a joking manner. As a fellow chosen one, we are all proud of ourselves.

Feng Jue smiled slightly, took up his joke, and said: "That's alright, this palace master has been in a good mood recently, especially those of you whose sects have the word "Shan" in their names, I feel particularly friendly." Lianshan Sect is not counted, after all, it is about to disappear in Dongzhou.

With that, she took out her life-defining magical weapon. The long whip hung low to the ground, and a brilliant flame instantly ignited half the arena, kissing the corners of her clothes and illuminating the golden-red phoenix feather flower ornament between her eyebrows.

Phoenix Secret Hook

He raised his lips and smiled sweetly, then raised his hand to the cultivator opposite him, whose smile had turned into a solemn one, and said calmly, "There are still people waiting for me, fellow Taoist, please take action."

Below the stage, 03 held the melon seeds and clenched her fists. Then she had an idea and immediately released a ray of inspiration.

The silver-white phoenix flew high into the sky, circled the arena, and landed above the arena, transforming into a phantom of spiritual light.

[Warmly congratulate Feng Jue for winning the Golden Core Championship in the Dongzhou Competition ahead of schedule]

[Come on Feng Jue!]

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