Pei Yanqing noticed the change in the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuations, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind to strike first.
He raised his hand and struck his chest, instantly causing two drops of his heart's blood to float in mid-air. He silently recited an incantation, and Pei Yanqing's aura suddenly changed from the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage to the late Nascent Soul stage. He raised his hand, placed the jade flute to his lips, and gently blew on it.
The expressions of the crowd below the stage changed. This person had actually concealed his cultivation level, and it was even at the late Nascent Soul stage! Fairy Lu was in danger...
The moment the flute music began, the sky, which had just been clear and sunny, suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and a strong wind blew up, stirring up gusts of sand.
The Secret of Longevity, the Great Dao of Longevity, the Transformation of Heaven!
However, Pei Yanqing was spitting blood continuously. With each note he played on his flute, his face paled, and blood continued to spill from his mouth. His body swayed and he almost knelt on the ground.
Sure enough, this ancient secret technique wasn't so useful.
Lu Fuyue's feet were gripped by countless vines. In a daze, her consciousness began to wander, and she fell into darkness, as if she had been plunged into a cold pool of water, with no one to save her.
Suddenly, without the support of the zither music, the three thousand icy swords that were heading towards Pei Yanqing in the air vanished instantly.
A large amount of icy water entered her mouth, and the feeling of suffocation spread through her internal organs and then slowly throughout her body. She could only desperately swim upwards in the water, trying to gain a glimmer of hope.
But it felt as if someone was tightly gripping her feet underwater, pulling her so hard that she had no chance to escape.
Dark clouds gradually covered the sky, and a loud clap of thunder boomed across the sky—
Large raindrops pelted Lu Fuyue's face and body, her wet hair clinging to her pale, bloodless cheeks.
Gradually, Lu Fuyue's strength waned, and her consciousness began to dissipate, yet her body continued to swim upwards unconsciously, desperately trying to swim upwards.
The audience watched as Lu Fuyue, who had been playing the zither, suddenly stopped playing under the influence of Pei Yanqing's flute music. She slowly closed her eyes, her aura becoming faint, and her face gradually turning pale.
He was immediately shocked, "What's wrong with Fairy Lu? Why does she seem to be losing her breath?"
"Hmm, it seems to be true. Could it be that the sound of the flute is really that amazing?"
"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant fools. Fellow Daoist Pei has ventured into countless ancient secret realms, so it's only natural that he has some trump cards up his sleeve. Besides, Fellow Daoist Pei's cultivation is even stronger than Lu Fuyue of the Tianxuan Sect, so winning this competition is only a matter of time."
"...That seems to be true. It looks like Fairy Lu is going to lose."
Standing at the front of the crowd, Jiang Li unconsciously bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes filled with worry as she stared at Lu Fuyue, shouting, "Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister, wake up..."
Yan Wei also stared at Lu Fuyue with a worried expression. The huge stone in her heart was hanging high and could not be put down. She silently prayed, "Wake up, Lu Fuyue. Aren't you very capable? Why don't you wake up soon?"
As long as you wake up, I will never target you again.
If you wake up, and I ever see you again, I will respectfully call you Senior Sister...
Seeing this scene, Jiang Yin sighed silently and stepped forward to comfort Jiang Li, but she didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only pray with her that Lu Fuyue would wake up soon.
On the high platform, Lu Zhengming frowned deeply, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes fixed on Lu Fuyue, as did Elder Jianqing.
After all, it's estimated that only she and Yan Nanfei from the Tianxuan Sect have a chance to win a top-three position in this competition.
Seeing this, the sect leader of the Li Huo Sect silently curled the corners of his mouth. What goes around comes around.
The rain and wind howled, and the icy lake water soaked my whole body.
At that moment, a raindrop the size of a soybean landed precisely on Lu Fuyue's tightly closed eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and in an instant, she suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were deep and unwavering, and her gaze was fixed on the dark clouds in the sky, as if she were looking at something through space.
So that's how it is.
Gradually, Lu Fuyue stopped struggling and let the lake water submerge her, letting the underwater objects pull her ankles downwards.
The surrounding wind and rain howled loudly, and the lake water that soaked her was icy cold.
Just as Lu Fuyue's head was submerged in the lake water, and a large amount of icy water entered her nasal cavity, a feeling of suffocation entered her brain.
Her eyes suddenly changed, and she formed a hand seal. Instantly, the azure spiritual energy emanating from her body poured out, lifting her from the icy lake water and making her float in mid-air.
At the same time, clusters of golden-red flames appeared out of thin air, burrowed into the water, and in an instant, the tentacles that had just tried to grab Lu Fuyue turned into ashes.
The scene changes, and the frozen lake disappears.
The familiar arena reappeared, and Lu Fuyue stood on it once again. She looked up and saw Pei Yanqing holding a jade flute, struggling to stand opposite her on the huge arena.
His once clean and tidy blue robe was now mostly stained red with the blood he spat out, and he stood swaying as if he would fall to the ground with a gust of wind.
A flicker of disbelief crossed his eyes, yet deep down he knew it was true.
A genius who has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage in less than a century deserves this.
The audience reacted instantly, and thunderous applause erupted.
Jiang Li burst into tears of joy, while Yan Wei, Jiang Yin, and other disciples of the Tianxuan Sect all wore expressions of delight.
These are people from their Tianxuan Sect!
On the high platform, Lu Zhengming and Elder Jianqing also breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was a false alarm.
Lu Fuyue raised her eyes to look at the person opposite her and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Pei, shall we continue?"
Seeing that the person was unharmed, Pei Yanqing forced a bitter smile and said, "Fairy Lu, I... admit defeat..."
Although he can still stand now, the injuries he suffered this time may take decades to fully recover.
Even if they force themselves to continue fighting, they will only lose more miserably.
Lu Xianzi's words were meant to save him face.
Everyone was shocked by these words.
They won again! The people of Tianxuan Sect won again?
"Lu Fuyue, a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect, defeats Pei Yanqing, a rogue cultivator!"
Seeing this, Elder Jianqing stepped forward and announced loudly. His probing gaze fell on Lu Fuyue. The flames that this little girl had just used were quite extraordinary.
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