Pei Yanqing glanced at the incense stick on the table, which was almost gone, and smiled. "I've long heard that Fairy Lu is exceptionally talented and has outstanding cultivation. You'd better save some face for me later."
Lu Fuyue looked at the harmless man in the blue robe before her, her eyes darkening slightly, and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Pei is not bad either."
As soon as he finished speaking, the last stick of incense on the altar went out.
"The third round of the Cultivation Grand Competition has officially begun!" Elder Jianqing's voice resounded throughout the arena.
Pei Yanqing stood tall and straight opposite him, his gaze falling on Lu Fuyue, and slowly said, "Fairy Lu, please go first."
Lu Fuyue pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and summoned the Weak Water Zither with a wave of her hand.
His fingers flew across the strings, and the moment the music started, countless ice spikes rose from the ground, surrounding Pei Yanqing. The next second, white mist rose out of thin air, forming waves of spiritual energy that blocked the view of those outside.
The audience was stunned. "What's going on?"
"I can't see anything."
"Me too."
On the high platform, the abbot of Wanfo Temple smiled meaningfully, "Sect Master Lu, do you know the origin of that rogue cultivator?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhengming, the sect leader of the Li Huo Sect, and others all looked at him.
To be honest, the identities and backgrounds of those who can participate in the cultivation competition are naturally clear to them, and there would be no spies or demonic cultivators mixed in.
But judging from his words, could it be that there is something wrong with Pei Yanqing's background?
Layers of white mist rose into the air and rushed toward the male cultivator in green robes on the platform at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, countless ice spikes suddenly grew larger and burst out of the ground, heading straight for his feet.
Although Pei Yanqing did not show it on his face, he secretly became alert and activated his internal energy. Suddenly, a translucent jade flute appeared in his hand hidden in his sleeve.
His amber eyes shone even brighter in the sunlight. "Fairy Lu, let's have a contest to see who has a more profound and insightful understanding of the Dao of Sound."
Having said that, Pei Yanqing flipped his wrist, raised his hand, placed the jade flute to his lips, and gently blew on it.
Instantly, the surrounding white mist seemed to encounter something terrifying, retreating repeatedly. The ice spikes that rose from the ground turned into a puddle of water and disappeared as soon as they reached his feet.
The scene on the stage reappeared before everyone's eyes, and when they saw the zither and the flute on the stage, they were immediately stunned.
These two are actually sound engineers...
The sound of the flute rose and fell, sometimes high and sometimes low, filling the sky above the entire cultivation competition.
Upon seeing this, Lu Fuyue's eyes narrowed. She circulated her cultivation technique and stroked the strings of her zither once more. This was the first music cultivator she had ever encountered since she began cultivating, and one with considerable skill at that.
Looks like I need to get serious.
The next second, the white mist transformed into countless white veils, mixed with terrifying spiritual power, and rushed towards Pei Yanqing from all directions. In an instant, the entire arena fell into darkness and silence.
A fierce glint flashed in Pei Yanqing's eyes. The sound of his flute changed, as if thousands of troops were fighting on a battlefield. The white veils that were about to fall on him were instantly torn into countless pieces, which fluttered to the ground.
He had figured out this trick from Lu Fuyue's duel with Ke Qin yesterday, and he was using it on her today.
White camellias appeared all around Lu Fuyue. Under the influence of the flute music, the white camellias grew larger and larger, and in an instant, they soared into the sky, transforming into a giant white camellia spirit. It suddenly rose from the ground, its roots carrying a strong earthy smell, and stepped on Lu Fuyue.
The crowd below the stage was shocked and instinctively ran to the back in a panic.
The duel between the two great sound engineers was indeed very dangerous.
Lu Fuyue's pupils contracted slightly, her eyes reflecting the huge white camellia flower's shadow. She pursed her lips gently, made a decisive move, and quickly flipped over to avoid the white camellia flower's root attack.
At the same time, a wisp of pale blue flame flicked from his fingertip, heading straight for the heart of the white camellia.
Pei Yanqing noticed Lu Fuyue's actions at a glance. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly played the jade flute in his hand to make the white camellia dodge away.
Lu Fuyue naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by easily. She touched the ground with her toes, leaped up, and vanished from her spot in an instant.
Suddenly, she disappeared from the entire stage.
Pei Yanqing frowned slightly, put down the jade flute, and looked around warily, but there was nothing around, and she was nowhere to be found.
Just then, the sound of a zither suddenly rang out from all directions, and countless dark blue flames rushed towards the white tea flower fairy.
In no time, the giant white camellia swayed its body, and then was instantly burned to ashes by the eerie blue flames, leaving only a few black ashes scattered on the ground.
Suddenly, Pei Yanqing felt a metallic taste of blood rise in his throat, and his spiritual energy surged through his meridians like a tidal wave, turning him deathly pale.
Oh no, we've fallen into their trap!
He had a contractual relationship with this white camellia, and if the white camellia died, he would naturally be implicated.
Lu Fuyue, holding her zither, reappeared where she had just been, looking at him with a calm expression, yet her fingers were about to touch the strings.
Pei Yanqing struggled to steady himself, raised his hand to cover his chest, and stared intently at Lu Fuyue. Then, he secretly circulated his internal energy, and a surge of plant energy flowed into his body from all directions to repair his injuries.
Then the two started fighting again.
...
On the high platform.
The sect leader of the Li Huo Sect looked down at the arena where Lu Fuyue was standing, smiled, and stroked his beard. "Sect leader Lu, master, who do you think will win?"
The abbot of Wanfo Temple clasped his hands together, a string of rosary beads dangling from his wrists, and slowly spoke, “Amitabha, this… this old monk does not know.”
The sect leader of the Li Huo Sect paused, then turned to look at the abbot of the Wan Fo Temple. "Master, you haven't been saying much lately. Is there something on your mind? It would be good if you could tell us."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhengming also looked at the abbot of Wanfo Temple, seemingly waiting quietly for an answer. The gazes of the other sect elders also fell on the old monk.
The abbot of Wanfo Temple chuckled, "It's nothing, I've just been having some trouble with my cultivation lately."
"No problem, no problem."
Time passed slowly. On the arena, Lu Fuyue countered each move, and the two exchanged blows, seemingly evenly matched. However, those with higher cultivation could immediately see that Pei Yanzhi's face was turning pale, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the sound of his flute was gradually weakening.
In contrast, Lu Fuyue's movements as she played the zither remained unhurried and relaxed, the notes rising and falling with measured rhythm, making it seem as if she were playing the zither in her own courtyard.
After a long while, Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes and sighed almost imperceptibly. It had dragged on for too long, and it was time to end it.
In an instant, the strings under his hand changed rapidly, and then his fingers pressed down sharply. Instantly, the entire arena was enveloped in layers of water mist, making it impossible for anyone outside to see anything inside, not even the sect leaders and elders on the high platform.
Three thousand flying swords soared through the sky, tearing through the air and carrying countless unstoppable icy energies as they flew away, revealing the terrifying pressure of Lu Fuyue's peak mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.
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