Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 286 Guidance
Elder Yang was only a finger's breadth away from death.

His magical artifact was cut in two as if it were paper, and his protective aura showed no trace of impact. When the verdant sword aura began to press down on his spiritual palace through his skin and bones.

Yang Xuzhong suddenly remembered that Pei Xia seemed to have said something to him.

Xia Xuan hadn't expected that, instead of dodging, someone would actually come to meet the attack from Qingque's sword.

As the blade approached, Xia Xuan tightened her grip on the sword and forcefully deflected the edge.

The sword energy sliced ​​through the air, and the powerful wind swept through the sky, coincidentally cutting down a red flag in front of Huang Bing.

To say that Ji Shaofu raised her sword earlier was partly due to her impulsiveness.

Xia Xuan's success was purely coincidental. At such a dangerous distance, it was already difficult enough that she managed to save Yang Xuzhong's life. How could she possibly care about the direction of her sword?
But Huang Bing saw it differently.

Is this a response to my junior sister's previous behavior? Are you going to go after my Changjing Sect?

Huang Bing thought to himself, glancing sideways at Mei Changqing beside him.

Grandma Mei initially disliked Xia Xuan, but after their first encounter, the sparks that flew between her and her "old friend" from Dongjiang overshadowed her dissatisfaction.

Regardless of who trained this person, he is now part of Xuanyi Mountain and is determined to defeat your Changjing Sect!

Yang Xuzhong slumped onto the martial arts stage, his back covered in cold sweat, his face pale, and his eyes slightly dizzy.

The sudden relaxation after intense tension and fear left him somewhat disoriented.

As it turns out, Lao Yang's judgment was accurate.

Today, on his own Xuanri Peak, he was nearly killed by a young girl with a single sword strike, truly losing all face he could!
Xia Xuan had already sheathed her sword, and seeing the old man in this state, she really wanted to help him up.

But before he embarked on his journey, his master had instructed him to be cautious, so in the end he simply held his sword and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "I accept your offer."

The audience was completely silent, feeling that the competition had ended so abruptly and the outcome was so lopsided.

However, the elite cultivators from the four factions on the stands all looked solemn at this moment.

Huang Bing turned to look at Ji Shaofu, who had just returned: "That woman looks young. Have you heard any of the younger generation mention her?"

Ji Shaofu also shook her head: "No."

Pei Xia, who was standing to the side, said softly after thinking for a moment, "I did meet this person once before when I was in Youzhou."

Before Yang Xuzhong took the stage, he reminded Elder Yang that this matter would be exposed if he casually mentioned it later.

Given Pei Xia's connections with Huang Bing, and the fact that he was originally a descendant of Tian Shi from another state, it's quite normal for him to know the renowned Xia Qingque.

"This person is named Xia Xuan. He should be the personal disciple of Fu Hongshuang, the sword leader of the Xuange Sword Mansion in Youzhou, and also the next generation sword leader of the number one immortal sect in Youzhou."

Huang Bing and Ji Shaofu both looked at Pei Xia with some surprise: "A disciple of a sect in Youzhou? How did you end up in Xuanyi Mountain?"

Pei Xia shrugged: "Then I don't know."

Huang Bing rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought: "I have heard of the Xuan Ge Sword Mansion. Fu Hongshuang is also a formidable opponent in the Heavenly Consciousness Realm, especially since she possesses a divine relic called Azure Sparrow..."

He was startled, his gaze falling on the sword in Xia Xuan's hand on the martial arts stage, his pupils gradually widening: "Could it be, this is the one?"

Among the rare and wondrous treasures, those left behind by the gods are the most precious, and are extremely rare throughout the entire Nine Provinces.

Although the current quality standards are mostly determined by human assessment, and may be somewhat inflated except for some common items, the value of divine relics is still extremely high.

To put it simply, this is the first time Huang Bing, at this age, has personally witnessed a divine artifact or magical relic.

"No wonder, if I had faced that sword aura head-on just now, even I felt I wouldn't have been able to withstand it..."

Even with Master Huang's wealth and temperament, a hint of fervor flickered in his eyes. Envy and jealousy fueled the darkness in his heart, and he almost had the thought of seizing the treasure.

Thankfully, I still managed to stay rational.

Such divine weapons have reached the point where they form their own sword aura; it's unlikely that just anyone can wield them, and actually seizing one would only bring disaster. Because of Ji Shaofu's victory in the first round, the lively atmosphere on Xuanri Peak was dragged back into a trough by Yang Xuzhong's resounding defeat.

Winning is hard-won, losing is devastating.

As expected, our Changjing Sect is still at the bottom of the four familiar sects—oh, no wonder the sect leader didn't let all the disciples come to observe and learn, he knows what he's doing!

Several disciples personally taught by Yang Xuzhong arrived at Benfeng and carefully helped their master down from the martial arts stage.

Xia Xuan returned to Mei Changqing's side with a normal expression, her gaze subconsciously sweeping towards Pei Xia, but she was met with a glance from Ji Shaofu standing next to Pei Xia.

Xia Xuan was slightly taken aback, then nodded calmly to Ji Shaofu.

Ji Shaofu defeated Xuanyi Mountain, and Xia Xuan defeated Changjing Sect. Regardless of whether the outcome was good or bad, it was a draw.

Huang Bing sighed. Well, it's not worth ruining the relationship over a martial arts competition.

The moment the thought arose, a gong sounded in the distance.

In the next match, Pei Xia of Changjing Sect will face Zhao Chengshen of Xuanyi Mountain.

Huang Bing's lips twitched, and Mei Changqing next to him also narrowed his cloudy eyes and glanced at him sideways.

It's really hard to believe this wasn't intentional.

"Cheng Shen!" Old Mrs. Mei called out as she turned around.

A man of medium build with an expressionless face walked out of the Xuan Yi Mountain group.

Mei Changqing said in a seemingly admonishing tone, "When you come out to compete, you can't bring shame to the sect. If you have any secret techniques or magical artifacts, you can bring them out and try them out. Let the experts from the Changjing Sect give you some pointers."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Huang Bing to hear.

Zhao Chengshen understood Mei Changqing's meaning. He clasped his hands together, and a series of cracking sounds came from the muscles and bones of his arms: "Chengshen understands."

Huang Bing's eyes were twitching.

"Zhao Chengshen is a renowned Opening Mansion Realm expert from Xuanyi Mountain. His physical training level is extremely high, and his Colorful Robe Technique is even more consummate..."

Huang Bing turned to look at his own Pei Xia and said, "He has some ability, but there's really nothing to expect from his Tongxuan cultivation level, is there?"

He could only sigh and say, "Don't force yourself. Just go up there and show off your skills."

Actually, if the first two matches hadn't seemed so intense, Pei Xia's loss wouldn't have mattered.

Even the eleventh cave of Ziya, which sent four Kaifu this time, also brought a Tongxuan, didn't they? Having younger generations participate is part of this competition, so is it shameful for a Tongxuan to lose to a Kaifu?

But the strange best-of-three result put some pressure on everyone.

Pei Xia, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, seemingly without any burden: "Don't worry, Sect Leader, we won't return until we win!"

Mei Changqing also heard this and scoffed loudly and rudely: "You have no shame at all."

She wasn't targeting Pei Xia, a junior; she was targeting Huang Bing.

With the second gong sound, Zhao Chengshen and Pei Xia leaped off the stands and landed on the training ground.

Before the third gong sounded, Zhao Chengshen unbuttoned his outer garment, revealing the close-fitting undershirt he was wearing underneath, and beneath that undershirt, his muscles, though not exaggeratedly bulging, were more subtly firm.

Pei Xia didn't have much to prepare. With a flick of his right hand, the Sea Patrol inside his sleeve rose with the wind and transformed into a brownish-gray longsword that looked like rotten wood in his hand.

Remembering his elder's instructions, Zhao Cheng bowed to Pei Xia, revealing a set of white teeth, and said with a smile, "I must ask the seniors of the Long Whale Sect for guidance!"

Pei Xia found herself hearing this sarcastic greeting in various situations.

As always, he responded with a light laugh: "No problem."

(End of this chapter)