However, the young monk remained calm, slowly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and murmured, "Amitabha."
In an instant, beams of golden light shot out from his body, transforming into golden Buddhist characters that pierced through the white silk like thousands of sharp blades.
But the next second, a sharp palm wind suddenly approached from behind him. Xuanming sensed the danger approaching, his jaw tightened, and he quickly turned around and threw the Buddhist beads in his hand.
The prayer beads emitted a burst of golden light, instantly growing larger and heading towards Lu Fuyue's palm. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she activated her cultivation technique, transforming into countless red lotus petals before quickly disappearing.
The Red Lotus Karmic Fire is also one of the most precious treasures of Buddhism, and naturally it is not afraid of Buddhist teachings.
For a moment, it seemed as if only Xuanming remained on the stage. He put away his prayer beads, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes. Instantly, his divine sense, far surpassing that of the Nascent Soul stage, enveloped the entire stage.
A moment later, he frowned slightly. What was going on? Why hadn't he found any trace of this person?
Just then, a barely perceptible fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly appeared behind Xuanming, and a red lotus petal appeared out of thin air, like a sharp blade piercing towards his back.
However, Xuanming's eyes darkened, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He quickly wrapped the prayer beads around his wrist and then turned to avoid the red lotus petals.
But the next second, the sound of the zither rang out from nowhere. With a clang, Lu Fuyue appeared out of thin air not far away, holding the zither in her hands and standing on a red lotus. Countless petals flew towards Xuanming with the blessing of the zither music.
Xuanming's vision blurred, as if he had entered another world. A white-clad figure carrying a zither slowly walked towards him. Xuanming was stunned for a moment, a flicker of emotion flashing in his eyes, but it all vanished like a mirage.
It was an illusion!
After regaining consciousness, Xuanming realized his predicament, his expression changed, and he tore off the white cloak he was wearing to knock down the red lotus petals in the air. However, he was still accidentally torn by a few red lotus petals, and blood stained the back of his clothes. He almost fell to the ground.
These red lotus petals are transformed from the karmic fire of the red lotus, so their power is naturally not weak.
A moment later, he slowly raised his head, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, and looked at Lu Fuyue. Sure enough, the strength of the sound cultivator was formidable and not to be underestimated.
But why is it that the boy in front of her looks so much like her?
She was clearly still in seclusion cultivating, so there was no way she could be here.
Lu Fuyue pursed her lips and began to play the zither again. Her fingers suddenly plucked the strings of the water zither, and red lotus petals fluttered down from the sky. Her figure disappeared once more.
She has no intention of becoming anyone's slave in today's battle!
The Water Harp Strings possess the special power of space, making them perfectly suited for the Lotus Steps technique.
Upon seeing Lu Fuyue disappear, Xuanming instantly became alert, stood up, and carefully observed the surrounding movements. This person must be lurking around him, waiting for an opportunity to strike!
Suddenly, he sensed a surge of spiritual energy behind him. He turned and struck that spot with a palm strike, but to his surprise, several surges of spiritual energy came from several different directions at the same time.
Xuanming's pupils contracted slightly. Oh no, we've fallen into their trap.
As expected, countless red lotus petals, accompanied by the sound of the zither, gathered together and suddenly transformed into a red lotus cage, locking him firmly inside. Xuanming's body tensed instantly, and he immediately pulled on the prayer beads on his wrist again, smashing them against the red lotus cage. However, he suddenly discovered that he had no trace of spiritual power left on his body and could not use the prayer beads at all.
Xuanming suddenly realized something, so he calmed down completely, gave up struggling, looked up at Lu Fuyue outside the red lotus cage, put his hands together and bowed slightly, "Benefactor, this humble monk has lost."
Lu Fuyue smiled calmly, "Thank you for your kind offer, Master."
Xuanming smiled but didn't say anything more.
He was a Buddhist cultivator capable of fighting beyond his level, but he never expected to encounter such a monstrous person, especially since this person looked so much like her. It was only natural that he lost.
The cultivators watching from the high platform exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on? This monk actually admitted defeat?"
"No, it's not that he admitted defeat, it's that he lost from the start!"
"Then...then wouldn't this kid on the stage be..."
Be careful what you say!
The aged voice rang out again, "In this competition, the sixth-rank battle slave has emerged victorious and has been granted the right to be exempt from one battle."
"The competition is over for today. Please come again tomorrow."
The moment the voice fell, before the onlookers could even react, they were sent away by a mysterious force.
The Netherworld Underground Arena of Life and Death is a place where you can only enter and not leave; the only way out is when the battle ends.
Unnoticed, Xuanming turned and glanced at Lu Fuyue before his figure quickly disappeared under the influence of this mysterious force.
In the end, only Lu Fuyue remained in this place. In the dim light, her gaze fell on the head seat for a moment. If she was not mistaken, this seat should belong to Chongyuan.
At this moment, a middle-aged male cultivator appeared out of nowhere, gave Lu Fuyue a meaningful look, and then slowly said, "The competition is over, you can go back now."
Lu Fuyue naturally noticed the man's unusual expression, but she didn't want to dwell on his complicated emotions. At the moment, she had something more important to do: the signs of his imminent Nascent Soul transformation that she had just suppressed were starting to stir again.
It seems I need to find a place to break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible; otherwise, if I suppress it for too long, not only will I be unable to break through, but it will also affect my future foundation.
But where can she go now?
...
Soon, Lu Fuyue returned to the water dungeon where she was, but the two rotting corpses that had been imprisoned with her before were gone.
Just then, footsteps sounded again.
Lu Fuyue knew who it was as soon as she heard the name. She leaned against the wall of the iron cell, closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep. For some reason, she had been very sleepy lately, but after checking herself, she found nothing wrong.
However, this is the strangest thing. Cultivators never feel sleepy, especially since she has already reached the Golden Core stage and shed her mortal body, having long since transcended the ranks of ordinary people. How could she still feel sleepy?
"Lu Xing, who exactly are you?"
The man wearing the black spirit-patterned mask reappeared here.
Lu Fuyue opened her eyes and glanced at the newcomer indifferently. "Lord Chongyuan, did you enjoy watching the show just now?"
A hint of seriousness flashed in Chongyuan's eyes. This person actually knew that he had been watching her from the shadows below the stage.
Indeed, their origins are extraordinary.
He said, "If you explain your purpose for coming to the Netherworld City properly, perhaps I can let you go."
Lu Fuyue smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "If I said I came for the Netherworld Token, would you believe me?"
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