Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1995 You Didn't Win

On the vast mountaintop, where there was usually a large crowd of thousands, there was now complete silence, a deathly stillness.

Only Xuan Yin's old, hoarse voice echoed in the air.

"The Taoist priest is dead..."

"The Daoist leader is dead..."

"I won..."

"I won..."

"Quickly open the barrier!"

"Quickly open the barrier!!!"

The group of Cangyun Sect cultivators guarding the key to the barrier array were also stunned, their eyes wide open, not yet able to react.

But the next instant, a sharp scream abruptly shattered the deathly silence: "Impossible!"

This shout was like a bucket of cold water poured into boiling oil. The crowd below the stage instantly came to their senses, and the entire mountain exploded in a clamor!
"Where is Dao... Dao Kui?"

"The Supreme Being of Taiwei lost? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"But right now only Ancestor Xuanyin has come out..."

"Hahaha, Venerable Xuan Yin has won! We've won!"

Some people cheered loudly, laughing and shouting, "Dao Kui is dead! Dao Kui is dead!"

The crowd erupted into chaos, with many people shaking their heads in disbelief and muttering to themselves.

"Impossible, how could Dao Kui possibly lose..."

Just then, from the left side of the battle platform, an uncontrollable sob suddenly came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was the area where the Wen Shi Sect was located. The young disciples all had red eyes, and several female disciples even hugged each other and cried.

"Master can't possibly lose!" Xia Qingzhi said through gritted teeth. Turning her head, she saw Wang Xiaojie's face covered in tears, and she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed herself as well.

Ning Tong remained silent, but her larger and more imposing frame was trembling uncontrollably, as immense sorrow and despair began to spread.

"Don't cry!" Zhang Yixuan roared. "Master is so powerful, he will never lose to that evil old man!"

“But, but…” Ning Tong struggled, but was interrupted by a look from Zhang Yixuan.

He composed himself: "I don't believe it! Even if Master lost, he couldn't have lost so badly that his body was nowhere to be found... That's right! There must be something fishy going on here!"

He became more and more certain as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to grasp at that last straw and find the last glimmer of hope.

"That's right! The sect has Master's longevity lamp. We can tell if Master is alive just by checking if the lamp is out... Let's go find our uncles!"

The other three, disregarding their grief, quickly followed.

……

Looking at the chaos below the stage, Xuan Yin's lips curled into an undisguised smug smile, his eyes flashing with even more ruthlessness, and he once again shouted in a low, sharp voice:
"Are you all deaf? I order you to open the barrier! Now!"

The few cultivators from the Cangyun Sect were so frightened by his shout that they trembled and turned pale. They hurriedly took out array plates and were about to open the barrier.

Just then, a sharp shout suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap.

"Don't open it!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Li Shan suddenly stood up in the area where the Mahayana cultivators were seated, his eyes fixed on Xuan Yin on the battle platform, his eyes full of surprise and doubt.

"Xuan Yin! Where is Fellow Daoist Taiwei? What did you do to him?"

Xuan Yin slowly turned his head to look at Li Shan, a cold smile appearing on his face, and said, word by word:

"What else could they do? Of course, they'd be killed by me!"

"You?" Li Shan's face instantly revealed undisguised contempt, and he sneered, "Do you know that Taiwei once personally killed a ten-thousand-year-old clam spirit with the strength of a Loose Immortal? You say you killed him? Who would believe that?"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly sharpened, fixing on the gray water pouch hanging at Xuan Yin's waist.

When Xuan Yin went on stage for the duel, his waist was empty; he definitely didn't take this out.

"What kind of magical artifact is that hanging on your waist?" Li Shan asked loudly.

Xuan Yin's expression changed slightly for a moment, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, which was then covered by ruthlessness.

He gritted his teeth, practically forcing the words out:
"As I said, Dao Kui has been killed by me! His soul and body were destroyed, and even his physical body was refined and devoured by me! Now, immediately open the barrier for me, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Don't open it!"

Li Shan shouted to stop him again, took a step forward, and looked at Master Jing Shu of the Cangyun Sect.

Jing Shu hesitated, "This... isn't against the rules? The competition is over..." "Who said it's over?" Li Shan interrupted him rudely, his gaze fixed on the gray water pouch, "Xuan Yin, open that magic item at your waist!"

At this moment, a Mahayana cultivator from the Nine Netherworlds spoke up in a sinister tone: "Fellow Daoist Li, what do you mean by this? The battle is a fight to the death, a contest to determine the victor and the vanquished. Now that Xuan Yin has won and stepped out of the battle, why are you stopping him from opening the barrier? Do you intend to break the universally acknowledged rules of the three thousand realms?"

On the other side, Dao Xuan Zhenren walked to Li Shan's side, his gaze also falling on the water pouch at Xuan Yin's waist, and slowly spoke:
“My friend Xuanyin, that magic weapon at your waist looks like a spatial magic weapon that can collect people’s souls, right?”
"Since you keep claiming you killed Fellow Daoist Taiwei, do you dare to open this magic treasure and let everyone present see it? That way, everyone will be convinced and you won't give anyone ammunition to criticize you."

"Is this necessary?" Someone immediately stood up to refute: "A duel in the ring is a matter of life and death, and you win if you win. Why all the formalities?"

"Does this mean that even though my friend Xuan Yin won, you're forcing him to perform an autopsy? That's utterly ridiculous!"

"That's right! Dao Kui is indeed very strong, but there are always stronger opponents. Now that he has lost, he has lost. Do you people intend to deny it?"

"I think you're just unwilling to accept the fact that Dao Kui lost, and you're just making trouble here!"

For a moment, both sides in the audience held their own opinions, and the argument became heated, creating a tense atmosphere that could easily escalate into a physical fight.

Xuan Yin stood on the battle platform, listening to the noisy chatter below. His expression grew increasingly grim, and the anxiety in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

He didn't want to care about anything else right now; all he wanted was to break the barrier and leave this hellish place immediately.

Just give him an hour, just an hour, and he can completely shake off these people and return to his lair, which he has cultivated for thousands of years.

By then, even if Liu Qinghuan hasn't been turned into a pool of blood by the poisonous rain, he will still have plenty of insidious methods to slowly grind him to death.

Right now, the people below the stage are arguing so fiercely about whether Liu Qinghuan is dead or not that no one cares to open the barrier for him.

"boom!"

A dull, thunderous thud suddenly rang out, and a heavy fist, carrying overwhelming ferocity, slammed into the barrier light screen radiating a thick spiritual light.

Xuan Yin's black robes fluttered wildly as the surging demonic energy billowed around him. His eyes were stained crimson, and his gaze held a completely out-of-control madness. The murderous aura around him was almost tangible, and every inch of his bones was taut with hysterical rage.

He stared intently at the Cangyun Sect cultivators outside the barrier, letting out a furious roar that made people's eardrums ache, each word carrying a ruthless intent to devour people alive.

"Open the barrier!"

The cultivators, already pale with fright from his ferocity, were further shaken by his roar, their legs going weak, and they all staggered backward.

This timid and dodging demeanor was like pouring boiling oil into a raging fire, instantly igniting the fury in Xuan Yin's chest.

He was furious, his forehead veins bulging, and his fists pounded the barrier like a storm.

The loud "bang bang bang" sounds continued incessantly, causing the entire mountain peak to tremble slightly.

The barrier of light rippled outwards from the point of the fist, with visible ripples spreading outwards. Tiny fragments of spiritual light fell down, each punch carrying a devastating ferocity.

"Open!!!"

The rage in his chest completely overwhelmed his reason, and he slammed down another heavy punch, accompanied by Xuan Yin's earth-shattering roar.

The two words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth, causing the barrier light screen to tremble violently once again.

The people outside the barrier, who were initially somewhat wary, gradually sensed something was amiss when they saw him completely lose his composure and only vent his anger in a frenzied manner.

Li Shan's eyes gleamed, his spirits lifted, and he quickly turned to look at Jing Shu, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"We absolutely cannot let him out!"

Master Jing Shu nodded upon hearing this, but when his gaze fell on the barrier light screen that was trembling wildly and whose spiritual light was becoming increasingly dim, his brows couldn't help but furrow slightly, and a genuine heartache flashed in his eyes.

Such a fierce and relentless bombardment of the barrier was like throwing piles of spirit stones into a fire. Even with the Cangyun Sect's abundant resources, it couldn't help but feel a pang of pain.

While everyone's eyes were fixed on the seemingly crazed Xuan Yin, no one noticed that the gray water sac hanging at Xuan Yin's waist suddenly moved slightly, silently bulging out a small bulge the size of a fingernail.

The next instant, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded on the surface of the water sac!
The golden light transformed into a streak of light that flew up, carrying a wisp of green shadow like a shooting star breaking through the sun, and suddenly landed not far away.

As the light dispersed, Liu Qinghuan, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, turned around.

"Ahhhh! It's Taiwei Supreme! It's Taiwei Supreme!"

A scream of surprise, like a thunderclap, instantly shattered the deathly silence that had gripped the entire arena.

The crowd, who had been terrified into silence by Xuan Yin's ferocious appearance, suddenly erupted into a deafening roar that could lift the dome of the sky.

"He's not dead?! The Supreme Lord Taiwei is still alive?!"

"I knew it! Dao Kui is so powerful, how could he possibly be defeated by Xuan Yin?"

A deafening roar of cheers swept across the entire arena. Many people, with tears in their eyes, raised their arms and shouted, while others collapsed to the ground, weeping with joy. The despair and dejection that had just been crushed by the Xuan Yin pressure had all transformed into the ecstatic joy and exhilaration of surviving a catastrophe.

In contrast, some people, whose arrogance had vanished, couldn't accept it and started cursing at Xuan Yin.

Within the barrier, the surging demonic energy around Xuan Yin suddenly froze, as if his frenzied rage had been cleaved open by a sharp knife tempered with ten thousand years of ice.

His expression suddenly changed drastically, the veins on his forehead throbbed wildly, and he abruptly turned around.

But then a magnificent golden sword, as radiant as the sun, pierced through all the gloom and slashed down!