The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 213 Feng Ling Joins the Battle
A sinister, eerie light flickered intermittently as we traversed eighty stone steps and ventured nearly a hundred meters into the Duel Chamber…

Several men in black robes escorted the withered old man to the outside of a secret room made of black iron with intricate patterns, where they immediately stopped.

Then, several powerful streams of ghostly energy were injected into the pattern outside the secret chamber. This continued for more than ten seconds, until the pattern seemed to come alive, at which point the group simultaneously stopped their efforts.

"Elder Ling, please bear with us for the next few days!"

The leader glanced to the side, and the man in black closest to the withered old man immediately understood and led him to the six-pointed star pattern in the center of the secret room, which emitted a faint black and white light.

Then, the six-pointed star shone brightly, and its powerful binding force surged and pressed against the withered old man in the center like a tidal wave. Even the black-clad man standing to the side forming hand seals could feel a slight discomfort in his body.

The withered old man remained silent, simply sitting cross-legged in place, letting the other person do all of this.

The man in black stopped only after the last trace of energy fluctuation was suppressed and disappeared.

Looking at him now, the figure with furrowed brows sitting on the six-pointed star seemed to have aged even more.

Especially his weathered, gaunt face, etched with deep lines, made him look nothing like a powerful figure; he was no different from any other ordinary, elderly man.

"Sigh...!"

Seeing a 10th-level Ghost Spirit Master reduced to such a state, the person who had spoken earlier couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Then, a thought struck him, and he turned back to look outside the secret chamber.

"Fourth brother, hurry up and follow!" The leader in black frowned, said a few words, and then turned and led the group towards the other side of the secret room.

After receiving the leader's permission, before the group completely disappeared, the man in black casually removed the black cloth covering the withered old man's eyes, but did not untie the heavy chains binding his hands.

"Don't worry, Elder Ling, the Sect Master knows you are innocent! In this Duel Prison, the Grand Elder and the others cannot interfere, ensuring your absolute safety!"

With a sudden "whoosh," the words still echoed in their ears, but the man in black had already disappeared into the wall of the secret room. This scene was as magical as "walking through walls."

Before long, the secret room returned to silence. The withered old man, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the dim patterns on the walls of the secret room for a while.

In the next instant, as if nothing concerned him, Ling Weiyun's clone closed his cold pupils once more...

"What a great elder, what a... Sect Master of Yuqing!" Regaining most of his scattered thoughts, the purple-robed man sneered, his gaze sweeping over the white-haired old man and the man in the purple-gold crown, a chill creeping into his heart.

Previously, after the clone was taken away, Elder Liu had examined the rotting corpse of the deceased Elder Xu in public, and the results confirmed that he had indeed died from poisoning, while the sword wound was not fatal.

However, after pulling out the sword tip, what was puzzling was that, apart from the pungent, viscous blood and a ball of light black lightning power, there was not a trace of poison on it!
Logically speaking, poisoned weapons are different from those weapons that simply have poison applied directly to their surface. Since the process of poisoning weapons is more complex, the toxins should not disappear so quickly.

Then the problem is coming...

"Since you say Elder Xu poisoned it, how do you explain this result? Putting everything else aside, the poisoned lightning power alone can't be denied, can it?"

This sarcastic remark was used by the Grand Elder to taunt Elder Liu Yidao, whose face was gloomy.

The West Bank elders who came up for the martial arts competition this time seemed to be randomly matched opponents, but in reality, most of them had sought out the East Bank elders first.

This involves not only the infighting among elders on both the east and west banks and the personal honor of the elders, but also a public contest between the Grand Elder and the Jade Purity Sect Master.

However, both of them, fully aware of the situation, tacitly maintained a respectable facade, while the elders and most of the core disciples also kept it to themselves. Only those inner disciples who harbored doubts sensed that the atmosphere of the "martial arts competition" was very strange, but they racked their brains but could not find the root cause.

"I'm afraid Elder Xu, who died in such a muddled way, was the first and only unlucky one!" The man in purple curled his lips and gave a mocking smile to the elder who was still fighting on the dueling platform.

If it were anyone else who encountered their own clone today, their fate would probably be the same as that of the gray-robed old man!
After all, the Grand Elder had been trying to eliminate his main body and his clones for quite some time.

Before confronting the Jade Purity Sect Master, the first obstacle Long Yuzhong wanted to get rid of was himself, an "outsider"!

In fact, it was precisely because Feng Ling had already sensed this beforehand that Ling Weiyun's clone, with a gloomy face, didn't offer any further explanation.

Before the Grand Elder and the others could make a move, he deliberately fell into Feng Tianjue's prison.

However, what Feng Ling never expected was that the Jade Purity Sect Master, for some unknown reason, also harbored resentment towards the clone.

Although imprisoning the clone with its binding chains in the Duel Prison is a kind of expedient protection.

However, Feng Tianjue instructed his subordinates to trap him in a secret chamber engraved with a dark sorcerer's prison formation, which carried a sense of caution...

it goes without saying!

In short, this was truly a case of being attacked from both sides!
However, Feng Ling was certain that Feng Tian would not harm his clone. Therefore, compared to the ruthless Elder and others, he would rather fall into the jaws of a lurking tiger.

suddenly……

"Sect Master, I wish to take advantage of the 'Elders' Martial Arts Tournament' to have a life-or-death battle with Junior Brother Feng Ling!"

Just as Feng Ling was lost in thought, the scarred man sitting behind the white-haired old man suddenly stood up.

Li Tian stepped forward, bowed to the man in the purple-gold crown, and said in a trembling voice, "I hope the sect leader will approve!"

"Hiss! Isn't Senior Brother Li Tian blatantly bullying the weak? I'm afraid the opponent won't even last one move before being beheaded!"

"I don't think so! After Feng Ling broke through, he became the number one disciple among the ninth-level disciples, but he didn't continue to participate in challenges beyond his level. Maybe he can hold on for a while!"

Upon hearing this, the people in the VIP seats began to discuss it animatedly, and the words spoken by many of the core disciples were something that the scarred man found very enjoyable.

Li Tian misunderstood the meaning of the purple-and-gold crowned man's wave and instead turned to stare at the purple-clad man in the back seat, shouting, "Feng Ling, do you dare accept the challenge?"

If you accept the offer, you might get to go on stage and enjoy the limelight, but you're gambling with your own life!
He could refuse, and although he could save his life by citing the vast difference in their cultivation levels, his reputation would be ruined.

Just as everyone was wondering what the other party would do, the man in purple calmly retorted, "What is there to be afraid of?"

Life isn't about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because you persevere.

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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