Chapter 46: The Abandoned Young Master Long Aotian
Lin Wanqing straightened her back and stood alone in the square in front of the Daotian Sect's gate. She stood in the wind with a sword on her back, her bright eyes looking ahead indifferently, quietly waiting for the opponent who was bound to come.
She actually disagreed with her master and the elders forcing Pei Yichen to climb the 9,000-step ladder. Even if she won, it would be an unfair victory. With her pride, how could she accept it? Unfortunately...
Lin Wanqing let out a bitter smile. Even though she was the sect master's first disciple, she had no right to interfere with the decisions of the sect master and the elders. Although she wished to cancel the engagement, who knew what would happen next? She was powerless to stop it.
It was already past noon, and the other disciples who had been watching from afar had been waiting since dawn. They were already extremely impatient and could not help but make a lot of noise:
"Could it be that this Pei family kid is afraid to come and fulfill the three-year agreement?"
"Hahaha, after all, Fairy Lin is a genius that my Daotian Sect rarely encounters in a century. Pei Yichen might be afraid of her."
"Besides, there's no guarantee he could climb these nearly ten thousand steps. He's just a piece of trash. Even if he manages to build a foundation, he's still trash. Above these heavenly steps, the more superficial your cultivation, the more intense the pressure. In my opinion, he would have collapsed halfway."
Everyone burst into laughter, and for a moment, the sound of ridicule and insults was endless.
Seeing how rude and disrespectful everyone was, completely lacking the demeanor of a disciple from a major sect, Lin Wanqing frowned slightly and reprimanded them, "Shut up! As a disciple of the Daotian Sect, you should be careful with your words and actions. Even if Pei Yichen can't keep the appointment, you shouldn't be so presumptuous!"
Her voice, wrapped in spiritual power, instantly resounded throughout the entire square. Affected by the majesty of the sect leader's first disciple, all the disciples fell silent and dared not speak again.
"I'm afraid Miss Lin will be disappointed. I, Pei Yichen, am here to keep your appointment!"
A clear male voice resounded through the sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention. At the end of the square, Pei Yichen's figure slowly appeared. He took heavy steps, one step at a time, and stepped onto the square.
Sweat dripped down his wet temples. Pei Yichen's starry eyes concealed all the complex emotions. He stared at Lin Wanqing's proud and lotus-like figure and said loudly:
"Pei Yichen, I have come to fulfill the three-year agreement. In this battle, life or death is irrelevant. We will accept our fate. Please!"
Lin Wanqing stared at Pei Yichen closely, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to explain that she didn't mean that, or to let Pei Yichen recuperate for a while longer, but in the end, she just said calmly:
"Lin Wanqing of the Lin family, please."
Lin Wanqing drew out her long sword, with a green spiritual light attached to it. She raised the tip of the sword slightly and pointed it at Pei Yichen from a distance. A cold light flashed on the sharp sword edge, and the sword energy was sinister.
A cold light flashed in Pei Yichen's hand, and a silver spear appeared, with purple flames slowly swirling around it. The sword used in the previous trial was just a stopgap measure after the silver spear was reforged.
They stared at each other, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.
This battle must be won!
Lin Wanqing pointed her toes and took the lead in attacking. Her figure was as fast as the wind and she appeared in front of Pei Yichen in the blink of an eye. She moved her sword and was about to stab Pei Yichen's neck.
How could Pei Yichen sit idly by? A cold light flashed in his eyes. He held his spear horizontally in front of him and engaged in close combat with the green longsword. Their eyes met and they glanced at each other. The spiritual energy in Pei Yichen's body vibrated, and the spear body trembled. With a whistling sound, it shook the longsword out.
Lin Wanqing took advantage of the situation and retreated into the air. The sword energy from the long sword in her hand whizzed out and carved deep grooves into the hard stone slab. She moved her body and within a few breaths, seven or eight beautiful figures, also holding swords, appeared in the field.
"It's the Qingling Shadow Splitting Technique! I didn't expect Senior Sister to have mastered this technique to perfection!" a disciple outside the arena exclaimed, "Let's see how that kid can dodge. Each clone of this Shadow Splitting Technique inherits 70% to 80% of the original's strength!"
The elders on the platform also nodded slightly.
Big Sister, there is no way you can lose, the disciples of Daotian Sect firmly believe this.
Pei Yichen stared coldly at the figures attacking him simultaneously, his expression unchanged. His unique mental method allowed his spiritual energy to circulate endlessly within his body. At the moment when the figures attacked simultaneously, he slammed his spear into the ground!
In an instant, the exploding flames spread out with him as the center. The blazing flames jumped up more than ten meters high, covering all the figures. The fierce high temperature gradually distorted the surrounding air.
Everyone stared at the center of the field covered by fire without blinking, watching the development of the battle with bated breath.
Ten breaths later, a figure flew out from the flames. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was Lin Wanqing!
How is that possible!
Lin Wanqing groaned and retreated more than dozens of meters before stopping. She stood leaning on her sword, taking this opportunity to practice her mental skills to heal her wounds, her autumn eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
She never expected that after three years, Pei Yichen had made such progress. Thinking about it now, she could hardly recall the lonely figure of the young man who had looked at her from afar many years ago. Instead, she could see the sparks in his eyes when he wrote the divorce letter three years ago.
The purple flame gradually dissipated, revealing Pei Yichen's proudly standing figure in the middle. He raised his lips and smiled:
"Now, it's my turn."
He leaped forward with great strides, and each time he landed, deep cracks appeared on the ground. He shot with the speed of a dragon and moved with the speed of a tiger as he attacked Lin Wanqing.
Lin Wanqing's pupils shrank, she swung her sword in a flower pattern, took a deep breath and rose lightly, her spiritual light radiating, she shouted:
"Nine Revolutions Sword Spirit Technique, go!"
In an instant, nine green sword shadows separated from her long sword, side by side in the air, with the sword tips all pointing at Pei Yichen's figure, and then shot towards him. The sword tails passed through the air at a high speed, like falling meteors.
Pei Yichen was suddenly not afraid. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thrust his spear forward with an indomitable determination.
"Dragons fight in the sky!"
He roared, and a ferocious purple flame shot out from the tip of the spear, transforming into a ferocious dragon head. The dragon held its head high, opened its bloody mouth and attacked the nine sword shadows, which immediately exploded into a firework in the sky, so bright that no one could open their eyes.
"Oh no, where is Pei Yichen?"
When the light faded, Pei Yichen was no longer there.
Lin Wanqing thought something was wrong, and sure enough, she saw Pei Yichen emerging from the flames with a spear in his hand.
At this point, it's unavoidable!
Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth and poured all her spiritual power into the sword. She knew that after this move, the outcome would be decided.
Clang——
The silver spear and the green sword collided again, and a terrifying energy explosion sounded in the void. Everyone was silent, nervously waiting for the result of this struggle.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a minute, or maybe a quarter of an hour.
Bang!
Lin Wanqing spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground. She lay on her back with her eyes wide open, watching Pei Yichen slowly walking towards her.
Pei Yichen's face was stern. He put the tip of the gun against Lin Wanqing's neck and said coldly:
"You lose."
"... Senior Sister... actually lost..."
“…How is this possible…”
Lin Wanqing was a legend among the disciples of Daotian Sect of this generation, but now, this legend was broken by an outsider, which shocked all the disciples and they could not believe what they saw.
In contrast to the silence among the Daotian Sect disciples, Bai Wanyan and Zhuge Yu, who had climbed up behind Pei Yichen, were stunned at first, but then filled with ecstasy and pride.
Pei Yichen, he actually did it!
They looked at each other excitedly and cheered at the same time. The voices of only two people seemed to have the power to overwhelm the mountains and seas at this moment.
Several people approached Pei Yichen, and Jingkong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, congratulations to the donor for breaking the inner demon. From now on, the mountains are high and the seas are vast, and the road is open."
Even Xiang Gucheng rarely gave Pei Yichen a good look: "Congratulations."
An inexplicable warmth flowed through his heart. Pei Yichen smiled at them, turned around, and faced the elders on the high platform, saying neither servile nor arrogant:
"I have won this battle. I wonder if the elders can fulfill their oath and return the Earth-grade spiritual weapon to me."
this……
The elders of Daotian Sect looked at each other in dismay. They really couldn't believe that their sect's first disciple, whom they had carefully trained, was defeated by a casual cultivator. If this were to get out, Daotian Sect would become a laughing stock in the world.
But the facts were before their eyes, and they had no choice but to believe it.
This three-year agreement is a vow made by heaven. Breaking it is like being struck by lightning and your entire path will be destroyed. But this earth-level spiritual weapon was specifically requested by the sect leader to be kept. What should I do?
Finally, when the sect leader was in seclusion, the gazes of the elders slowly focused on the old man with white hair and beard in the front. He was the grand elder of Daotian Sect and the number one person under the sect leader.
In this situation, only the Great Elder could make this decision.
The Great Elder stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Pei Yichen. A gloomy look flashed across his eagle eyes, and he said calmly:
"Since you have won, we will abide by our oath and give you this spiritual weapon."
He waved his long sleeves, and a ray of spiritual light was sent to Pei Yichen's hand. It was the earth-level spiritual weapon.
Pei Yichen placed the spiritual weapon into his ring, sheathed his spear, and said with a fist clasped, "Now that the matter is settled, I will take my leave."
He turned and tried to leave.
"Wait, who allowed you to leave?" The elder said in a sinister tone.
Pei Yichen stopped and turned around, frowning: "Oh, I don't know what the elder means by this."
"What do you mean?" The Great Elder smiled sinisterly. "It means that I want you to stay here forever."
As expected!
Pei Yichen's heart tightened, and he was about to speak, but Bai Wanyan spoke first:
"I never thought that the dignified Daotian Sect would do such a despicable thing," she said sarcastically, "I wonder if the Tianzong is going to kill us too."
The elder looked at her with disdain, his eyes indifferent:
"If you know what's right for you, then retreat on your own. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."
Bai Wanyan was shocked that Daotian Sect dared to turn against her like this.
Xiang Gucheng took a step forward with a cold face and said playfully: "Grand Elder, please think carefully. Can the Daotian Sect withstand the combined attack of Tushan, the Zhuge Family, the Leiyin Temple, and the Xiangxi forces?"
Upon hearing this, the Great Elder stroked his beard and laughed, "So what? We are the Daotian Sect, so what do we have to fear?"
Now, even Zhuge Yu felt that there must be something fishy going on. Does Daotian Sect want to be an enemy of the world? Is it crazy or... does it have other reliance?
Pei Yichen's face looked grim. He was determined that even if it cost him his life, he would make sure Bai Wanyan and the others got out safely. After all, if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have had to suffer this disaster.
In the spiritual ring, Du Lao also conveyed his voice to Pei Yichen:
"Xiao Chenzi, relax your consciousness and let me take over. Although my strength has been greatly damaged, I am still at the level of the Nascent Soul Stage. It will not be a problem to hold them back."
At this moment, Old Du had no intention of saving himself. In order to save his apprentice and these younger generations, he was already prepared to let his soul dissipate from the world.
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