ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 157 Proposal?

There was silence in the judging panel.

Yuan Ming stared at the direction of Du Xinghe: "Impossible, I want to check the magic weapon she used."

Du Xinghe, who had just effortlessly knocked Xue Yanguang out, was about to step down from the stage when her wrist was grabbed tightly with such force that her wrist bone was almost crushed.

When Yuan Ming stared at Du Xinghe, she was also staring at him.

When she just woke up from this body, he was also wearing a loose snow-white robe, his hair was tied up with a long hairpin, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly drooped, giving her a glimpse of light.

He never looked her in the eye.

"What trick did you use?" he asked. "The magic weapon given to you by the Yuanying period cultivator? The Immortal Alliance Competition does not allow the use of super-level magic weapons. I will disqualify you from participating."

Countless suspicious eyes focused on Du Xinghe.

Reverend Yuan Ming, who flew over from the judging panel, spoke with great authority. The audience below the stage began to suspect that she had resorted to some shameful trick to knock Xue Yanguang away with one sword.

"I originally thought he was a rare genius cultivator, but it turns out he has a stronger backing?"

“There aren’t many Yuanying-stage weapon cultivators in Pingyun Continent…”

Yuan Ming ignored the discussions in the audience and stared at Du Xinghe - he had actually seen that she had indeed reached the Golden Core stage, but he had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, so how could the barrier he had set up with his own hands be broken by just one sword?

"Hand over your magic weapon."

No one spoke for Du Xinghe.

The moment Venerable Yuan Ming flew over, Du Xinghe's first reaction was to restrict Xin Yuexia under the stage, not allowing her to take a single step forward or speak.

The other party is always a Yuanying stage expert. She has to handle any problems herself and not let innocent people suffer.

"I used the sword in my hand to break through the barrier."

Du Xinghe moved his wrist and found that the other party was holding it very tightly, so he simply stopped struggling: "If you don't believe me, I will chop it again with the sword you provided."

"You're so stubborn." He frowned.

"You do not dare?"

Du Xinghe asked rhetorically.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fire Controlling Sword flew from the judging panel and was grasped in his hand.

Everyone was shocked.

Seeing that he was about to use his natal sword, other people in the judging panel could not sit still and were about to stop him, but they saw him hand the Fire Controlling Sword to Du Xinghe.

This time, it was the Nine Yang Sect’s turn to be stunned.

Especially Xue Yanguang, who was a disciple of Master Yuanming, and Su Yan and Ming Zhi who rushed to the scene - the master was aloof and proud, loved the sword as his life, and never let others get close to his Fire-controlling Sword. Ming Zhi was also proud that the master only let her clean and care for the Fire-controlling Sword.

Even Du Xinghe, who proposed a solution to him, raised his eyebrows.

She had thought he would just send her away with a broken sword.

Master Yuan Ming: "Use the Fire Controlling Sword to strike again."

When he looked directly at Du Xinghe, there was only stubbornness in his eyes.

He was too proud and conceited, and was unwilling to believe that the barrier he had set up with his own hands could be broken by her sword.

A light red glow lit up around the arena, and the flames, accompanied by a dragon roar, bypassed the barrier and became transparent after a moment.

"Okay."

Du Xinghe took the Fire-Controlling Sword.

As a sword cultivator, she could feel the emotions of the sword spirits in each sword. The Fire Controlling Sword was unwilling to let her use it, and was unwilling to do so: "You are the same as your master." She sneered and gripped the hilt tightly. Before anyone else could react, snow-blue covered her pupils, and the originally transparent barrier immediately became clearly visible in her eyes -

Not only the shape, but also its spell patterns and spiritual power trends can be seen at a glance.

Even if the person who set up the barrier came, he might not be able to see as clearly as her.

The illusion barrier of "The Immortal Banquet in Liuyang Mansion" was at least set up by a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage or above. The mysteries contained in it would make her golden elixir boil every time she gazed at it.

Flames burst out from the blade of the Fire Controlling Sword, and the flames wrapped around her hand holding the sword - a spiritual sword would attack its user if it did not want to be used by others. The fierce and violent flames made the scalps of everyone present numb, and they all felt that Du Xinghe's hand would be burned to bones in the blink of an eye.

However, without a Nascent Soul cultivator as its user, Du Xinghe, a Jindan cultivator, could still handle the Fire Control Sword relying solely on its own fire.

Cross the galaxy to activate the Zhenwu Incarnation Technique and strengthen the hands alone.

The green color accurately covered the entire right hand holding the sword, and even though it was wrapped by the flames, it was just a layer of painless flames.

"break!"

With one thrust of the sword, the airtight barrier was instantly broken.

When the barrier set up by spiritual power was broken, there was no sound of any shattering, except for the whistling of the sword that swept through everything. The surroundings were silent, and the pride and confidence of Master Yuanming also broke.

"Back to you."

Du Xinghe threw the Fire Control Sword up.

Yuan Ming had just grabbed the spinning sword with a livid face when he heard her say, "Did you see it clearly? If not, I can demonstrate it again. However, how to do it is my family's unique skill, so I'm sorry I can't tell you."

“…No need!”

His tone was cold, but the audience could taste the gnashing of teeth.

"It's my fault for speaking out of turn just now."

Du Xinghe nodded, turned around and jumped off the stage.

This was the conflict between her and Reverend Yuan Ming. From beginning to end, neither of them even glanced at Xue Yangguang below the stage.

The crowd consciously made way for her.

Du Xinghe untied the restraints on Xinyue: "Follow me."

After they walked away, she said, "I suddenly understand his attitude towards me before."

"Master?"

Xinyue wondered who the "he" in her master's words was referring to.

Du Xinghe continued, "A being that is too weak will naturally not be taken seriously, let alone his feelings."

"Then Master has forgiven him?"

"That's not true."

Understanding is understanding, revenge is revenge.

It was just that when he defeated Xue Yanguang with one sword in front of everyone, Du Xinghe felt the pleasure brought by the gap in realm.

Reminiscing about the past? Right or wrong? No need to say more, just one sword will do the trick.

It feels so good.

Back when she was in the Qi Refining Stage, she must have been like an ant that could be bullied at will in the eyes of Venerable Yuan Ming and her fellow brothers!

Du Xinghe was just thinking about it when Xinyue grabbed his hand.

She paused and looked back.

“I think it’s different…”

Xinyue raised her eyes, looked at her and said seriously: "Master is different from them. Whether it's me or Tianji, aren't we all weaker than Master? But Master treats us very well and has never looked down on us."

No matter how strong others are, in her eyes, they are far inferior to her own master.

How can the light of a firefly compete with the brightness of the bright moon?

Du Xinghe laughed and let her hold his hand: "You are right, I am indeed different from them. I will be stronger than them in the future."

After the victory in the first battle, Shenshui returned to the house. He had just cleaned the dusty house and was taking out the daily necessities from the storage ring when he saw the two men coming back. "You're back so soon?"

Du Xinghe: "Because I'm very strong."

He put down the broom in his hand, walked forward, stood on tiptoe and then squatted down to look at his master carefully.

Du Xinghe's hair stood on end when he looked at him, wondering: "What are you looking at?"

"Something's wrong. It's so wrong," he muttered.

"Something's wrong."

Seeing that Senior Sister Xinyue's iron fist was about to land on his crown, Shenshui said:

"Master didn't lose any organs. This fight was not solid."

According to his experience, every time the master went out, he would come back with less things.

It is normal for the sword spirit to carry the missing arms and legs back.

If only one ear was missing, it would be a family comedy.

I can't say it's very funny, but at least there's no warning that it's not suitable for children.

"Ah! It hurts!"

The senior sister's iron fist finally landed on his head: "I told you to be steady and down-to-earth, are you steady and down-to-earth now?"

Shenshui, who was chased around the house and had bruises all over his head, held his head in his hands and behaved himself.

After a short rest, the bracelets of both of them lit up one after another.

Du Xinghe groaned, "The people of the Nine Yang Sect must want to defeat me and wash away the shame. If no one else asks, Shenshui should not take the initiative to mention his relationship with me, so as not to cause trouble."

"I'm not afraid! I've taken the knife for my master, I've shed blood for him!"

Shenshui jumped three feet high, and was slapped into the ground by his master: "Keep a low profile, there will definitely be a team battle later."

Xinyue took the master's surname and usually stuck to the master like a pendant, so there was no need for her to distance herself from him now.

"Anyway, as long as we get five wins, we'll be promoted."

Crossing the galaxy doesn’t require much.

But her disciple Xinyue was stubborn. After hearing this, her face became firm and she said in a resolute voice: "I will win!"

Du Xinghe pinched her cheeks and said, "I'm treating you as a logistics doctor. It's not shameful to lose to those sword cultivators. Be good."

Xinyue nodded obediently on the surface, but she didn't agree in her heart.

It doesn’t matter if it was someone else.

If it was someone from the Nine Yang Sect, she would definitely win.

……

Xinyue was somewhat looking forward to having a try with the sword cultivator from the Nine Yang Sect.

It’s a pity that the person who stood on the stage early was not wearing the Taoist robe of the Nine Yang Sect.

"Xu Shouyun from the Wuliang Sect."

When Xu Shouyun bowed, he was also sizing up his opponent——

Du Xinyue? He saw the name on the Tianjiao list and thought it was a girl, but it turned out to be a burly man. Seeing that the other party had no sword in his hand, he guessed that she was a physical cultivator. When the barrier lit up and he tightened his sword, he saw that the other party took out a pan flute.

Xu Shouyun almost couldn't hold it in.

It turns out to be a weapon repairman!
The instrument used is such an elegant and graceful one!
He did not dare to underestimate the opponent, and with the sword flashing, he jumped up.

The best way for a sword cultivator to defeat a weapon cultivator is to prevent the opponent from having enough time to use his own weapon and to attack the cultivator directly!
He is fast, but Xinyue is not slow either.

The sad music escaped from the flute, creating ripples that made Xu Shouyun's body pause, his will to fight greatly reduced, and he suddenly felt grief.

This was the first time Xu Shouyun encountered a weapon cultivator capable of mental attacks.

Among weapon cultivators, the more common one is the Jade Wheel used by Lu Youwei, which can not only protect oneself, but also attack at medium distance. The spiritual power is injected into the magic weapon, and the magic weapon is used as a medium to amplify the attack and release it.

The colors between heaven and earth seemed to fade away in an instant, my hands and feet became very heavy, and even holding the hilt of the sword felt difficult. I just wanted to throw the sword away, curl up on the ground and cry.

At this time, he was only five meters away from Xinyue.

The tip of Xu Shouyun's sword trembled wildly, and all the sounds below the ring turned into a noisy buzzing sound...

"You can't even hold a sword, it's useless."

"You will never be as good as Senior Brother Qin in your life."

"In fact, bringing you to the Immortal Alliance Competition this time is a trap, just to make you look bad in front of everyone..."

From the audience's perspective, Xu Shouyun suddenly turned the sword that was pointing at his opponent and pointed it towards the bottom of the ring, shouting, "I heard your plan! You want to harm me!"

The lascivious music entangled his mind, making him fall into the illusion of being scolded, mocked, and plotted against.

——Ordinary people's emotions are controlled by the front half of the brain. Injecting different drugs can artificially create corresponding emotions, making people sad when seeing a piece of sweet watermelon. This emotion is so strong that it cannot be controlled by willpower.

To put it more accurately, it is the sphincter that has been forcefully injected with a suppository.

No matter whether he is a domineering president or a sickly prince, he has to behave himself under the conditions of glycerol and hypertonic solution.

Now, Xu Shouyun was crying uncontrollably and trembling all over due to Xinyue's music.

The enemy was clearly before his eyes, but he could only tremble.

His hand loosened and the sword fell onto the stage.

The barrier disappears, and the outcome is decided.

When Xu Shouyun's master Lu Yan came up to help him up under the stage, Xinyue stopped playing.

He lost all his will to fight, leaning into his master's arms and muttering, "Master, Master..."

His master was a 1.9-meter-tall swordsman. He patted his head impatiently and asked, "Why are you crying?"

The audience pricked up their ears, wanting to know what kind of sadness could have made him cry like this.

"Master," Xu Shouyun burst into tears, "When I think about the fact that the wonton wrapper is always bigger than the wonton filling, I realize how unfair this world is! They all want to steal my wontons! Senior Brother Qin has taken all my wontons!"

His master: “…”

Sometimes I really want to dig a hole and bury my apprentice.

His master looked at Xinyue, his eyes moved slightly, and praised: "What a superb illusion."

Generally speaking, if her subordinates were praised like this after a defeat, she should at least be humble and say that she just took advantage of the other party's lack of preparedness, so that everyone can end the situation in a dignified manner.

Unfortunately, Xinyue has never been to school, and no one taught her emotional intelligence.

"It's all thanks to Master's good teaching," Xinyue smiled happily, "I have only learned a little bit of Master's teachings."

…She was being modest, but she praised her master highly.

"How powerful must her master be to be able to deal with such a simple illusion?"

"Who is her master?"

"You didn't come to see me this morning! Look, Du Xinghe, a Jindan cultivator on the Tianjiao Ranking, killed Fellow Daoist Xue from the Jiuyang Sect in one blow!"

Amid the discussion, Xue Yanguang was picked up again and his corpse was whipped.

"Could you please help him break the illusion?" Lu Yan asked.

"When I stopped playing the flute, he had actually already recovered. He just needed some time to recover. If you want, I can also play a cheerful tune for him to neutralize the pain and help him get better faster."

After Lu Yan thought about it, he said, "Then I'll trouble you, fellow Taoist."

The apprentice's tears and snot were all over his shoulders, and he was hiccuping. He didn't want to throw him to the ground, and his brows were furrowed so much that they could pinch a fly to death.

Xinyue played a short piece of "Mystical Sound" again, which was light and joyful.

In less than ten seconds, she stopped.

"It would be too long, so I'll take my leave now."

After she walked off the stage, Lu Yan shook his apprentice's shoulder and said unhappily, "Are you feeling better? Stop crying!"

I have to say that the other party's flute sound was really effective.

Xu Shouyun stopped crying. He lifted a tear-stained smiling face from his arms: "Hehe...hehe...Master, I want to be the chief disciple of Wuliang Sect...hehe...I think I have the ability to be the chief disciple! Go and call Du Xinyue back, I will fight him again! Call that kid Qin Qingyue over too! I will fight two of them alone!"

Lu Yan was shocked.

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow have caused the child to develop bipolar disorder.

After a brief silence, Lu Yan slapped him and knocked him unconscious.

Lu Yan raised his head and saw Qin Qingyue looking at him hesitantly, obviously having heard the wild words his apprentice had said.

It's still too late.

Lu Yan said to him, "Don't pay attention to it, this kid is stupid."

"Junior Brother Xu is under the influence of an illusion, so what he says must not be taken seriously." Qin Qingyue said in a gentle voice, which made Lu Yan feel fortunate. Fortunately, his disciple, after being under the influence of an illusion, spoke wildly to that honest child Qingyue. If it were someone else, they would probably hold a grudge against him.

"But Elder Lu..."

After a while, Qin Qingyue explained in a low voice: "I really didn't steal Brother Xu's wontons."

Lu Yan: “…”

Lu Yan: "I know. I will make sure he eats enough wontons today."

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his words.

……

The outstanding performance of the two members of the Du family on the Tianjiao list immediately became a hot topic on the first day of the Immortal Alliance Competition, and the discussion level on the communication jade book remained high.

[On the first day of the Immortal Alliance Competition, all the winners come in and share their thoughts]

[Xuan Country female cultivators, you guys usually eat so well, Ji Wuhuo is so beautiful, who would be willing to slap him in the face? ]

[Those who are at the foundation building stage or below come here to accumulate their luck, and those who are above the foundation building stage come here to curse you and you will definitely encounter Crossing the Star River! ]

[Come and praise the light of the casual cultivators to cross the galaxy! ! ]

[Who says weapon cultivators are inferior to sword cultivators? Du Xinyue's flute music is unpredictable! Can anyone tell what magic weapon she is using? ]

Because of her title of Du Xinghe's independent cultivator, she attracted a lot of attention.

Small sects and independent cultivators all thought that she was very ambitious and were proud of her.

Someone even used a photo stone to record her first battle, and sold it everywhere, earning back the money for the trip to Jinwu City.

The second hot topic was what kind of magical instrument Du Xinyue used as an instrument cultivator. There were more than 300 replies, but no one could give a correct answer, and no master of instrument refining claimed the answer.

Following closely behind was Ji Wuhuo, the young master of the Ji family, with his unparalleled beauty and his unabashed water spirit roots.

If he had not been born in the Ji family, even if he was a man, he would have been captured and used as a cauldron long ago.

On the first day of the Immortal Alliance Competition, except for Xue Yanguang who met Du Xinghe, Su Yan, Ming Zhi and third senior brother Yu Qiuzhu all won their first battles.

When Su Yan learned that Du Xinghe could actually break the barrier set up by his master with one sword, he became worried. After paying his respects to his master, he locked himself in the room, stayed indoors and practiced diligently.

Ming Zhi has always had good luck. The opponent she randomly picked was weaker than her. After returning from the Dan Dao Conference, she also practiced hard for a period of time to make up for the lost cultivation. She won the first battle easily, and she immediately went to knock on the door of her second senior brother.

"Second Brother,"

As soon as the door opened, she hugged him without saying a word, choking with sobs: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault for offending Du Xinghe. That's why she ignored our former friendship and deliberately embarrassed you and Master. I'm the sinner."

She raised her face and looked at her second senior brother with tears in her eyes.

Xu Dingyun, who was crying loudly in Lu Yan's arms today, should really learn from her. The bean-sized tears rolled down her cheeks, making her look pitiful and beautiful. The tip of her straight nose was slightly red, but there was no snot.

With this level of control over his body, he deserves to be called a monk!
"Don't blame you, it's my own fault that I'm not as skilled as others."

Even though Xue Yanguang was extremely unhappy, it all disappeared when he saw his junior sister burst into tears: "Du Xinghe... Forget it, I just hope I don't run into her again. I'm really no match for her."

These words that revealed the downward trend frightened Ming Zhi.

This is not what Second Brother said at the Alchemy Conference!
She had never faced the Jindan realm Du Xinghe, so she didn't know that Xue Yanguang truly felt the gap in strength between him and her on the ring today. She stood in front of him, her figure like a mountain, a height that he could not cross no matter how hard he flew.

Then think about the past three years, he had enjoyed the full support of the Nine Yang Sect, while she had been wandering outside as a casual cultivator, and now she had actually surpassed him...

"Second Brother, are you just going to hold back this anger?"

Mingzhi felt panicked.

She didn't want to be stepped on by Du Xinghe, so she could only rely on the help of her senior brothers and hold on to their thighs.

But her thigh was beaten by Du Xinghe and her mentality exploded. What should she do?
"Strength is everything. I am not as skilled as others, and the gap will only get bigger in the future."

Xue Yangguang saw the reality clearly. He thought his junior sister was simply feeling sorry for him, so he comforted her instead: "You don't have to feel sorry for me. I just figured it out. Cultivating immortals is about cultivating your own path. Why should I be hard on her? Senior Brother Su and I did do a lot of things that were unfair to her... We didn't have much friendship as fellow disciples. If she wants to hate me, I have nothing to complain about. So let it be."

This sword really woke him up.

This is the first time in the past three years that Xue Yanguang has been sober.

When he realized that the gap in strength was too big to catch up and that the opponent's brilliant talent made him look like dust in comparison, he suddenly became reasonable and even began to reflect on his own mistakes.

When she became too strong to be stopped, all the reasons that were incomprehensible before now made sense.

If Xue Yanguang were to stand on the ring and face Du Xinghe again, he would automatically sheath his sword and surrender.

"Second Senior Brother..."

"It's getting late, Junior Sister, go back and rest early, we still have to fight tomorrow."

Xue Yanguang raised his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, and said in his heart: "Or if you don't want to be alone, you can come to my room and my brother will accompany you."

Ming Zhi hurriedly took two steps back:
"I won't disturb Second Brother's rest."

Of course, she understood Second Brother's hint that he wanted to settle their relationship and even become husband and wife first.

But at this time, in Ming Zhi's eyes, Xue Yanguang was no longer of any use to him.

Her eyes were slightly cold, and she didn't give him a chance to stay, turning around and blending into the darkness.

She is very busy with this Immortal Alliance Competition.

She had to maintain her relationship with her eldest senior brother. With Brother Qingyue coming, it was good to have one less second senior brother. She also happened to want to get more familiar with the young master of the Ji family.

When Xue Yangguang wanted to cheer up and not let his junior sister worry, his junior sister had already removed his name from the spare tire list.

At the same time, the restrictions on "The Immortal Banquet in Liuyang Prefecture" will also be invalid.

Cross the starry night and fly the sword as far as possible, drop the three people off and come back.

Elder Zhao of the Five Elements Sect and his two disciples sang and danced at the banquet, enjoying themselves so much that they didn't notice how much time had passed. After returning to reality from the scroll, it took them a full hour to regain consciousness.

Looking around, it is lush and green.

It has a completely different landscape from the desert where the Five Elements Sect is located.

The three people's robes were torn to pieces by the beautiful maid in the painting. Elder Zhao's disciples took two steps and looked around:
"Hey, what the hell is this? Is this still the Western Desert? Ah...?"

Everyone looked at each other, no one answered.

The night was as cool as water. Du Xinghe rode her flying sword back to Jinwu City. She felt a little bored travelling alone, so she started a conversation with the sword spirit: "You are particularly silent today. This is unlike you."

"As expected, you think I don't talk enough. Why don't you go talk to the Fire Sword? It talks a lot."

"…Does it talk a lot? I didn't hear anything."

Usually, only the sword practitioner himself can hear the sword spirit's words.

The sword spirit named Chi Xiao was originally a mining spirit, so it lived long enough to beep loudly for everyone to hear.

"Oh huh?"

The sword spirit sneered: "You still want to listen to the Fire Sword, but what I said is not pleasant to hear."

"A sword is jealous?"

"The Fire Control Sword is not jealous, go ahead and use it. It suits you very well. Next time you get hurt, it will help you to burn the fire and absorb the juice."

Du Xinghe laughed and coaxed her sword spirit with soft words, more gently than she would coax her husband.

After all, the husband may not need it, but the sword must be used every day.

Fortunately, the sword spirit was simple and was comforted by Du Xinghe in a few words. However, it was still angry: "Don't use other swords next time! Don't you think it's too hot? You used that thing and it scolded you at the same time! I wanted to jump up and chop it with two swords!"

If the sword spirit hadn't said it, Du Xinghe wouldn't have known that the Fire Sword had cursed her.

She chuckled, "Don't pay attention to the sword's words."

The sword spirit felt very comforted after hearing this and thought that its master still loved it the most.

Just after a while: "No."

Before she had time to say goodbye to Du Xinghe, when she returned to Xihe Garden, a misty figure stopped her.

——The mist here is not an artistic processing, but a real mist gradually condensed into a tangible shadow. The clothes and hair of the people coming are flowing mist, and the gold woven on the wide sleeves is like starlight surging in the mist, with a kind of mysterious beauty.

"I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Xinghe's name,"

The visitor had a smile on his lips and his voice was light and ethereal, like a spirit in the mist: "A casual cultivator of the Golden Core, a rare genius sword cultivator, with just a little bit of attainment in illusion, he can become a Jindan cultivator."

There was an indescribable intimacy in his words, and he made the word "Galaxy" sound extremely affectionate.

Du Xinghe stepped down from the sword and sheathed it:
"I know you too."

His smile deepened: "Really?"

Du Xinghe nodded: "I have seen it in the Jade Book, Ji Wuhuo is the number one on the list of must-eat men in the Xuan Dynasty."

Ji Wuhuo's smile faded.

After a while, he coughed lightly and said, "I... don't like men. I only like women, and I can only form a Taoist partner with women to fulfill my family's obligations."

Du Xinghe felt that this was not a suitable place to discuss orientation.

But considering that he was flattering her and didn't seem to have any ill intentions, she had the patience to listen to his next words.

Ji Wuhuo said: "I want to become a Taoist couple with you."

Du Xinghe felt that he had been too patient.