Starting from the two realms, cultivating immortality by taming beasts

Chapter 89 The Battle for the Golden Core

Mirror Moon Main Peak, Elder's Hall.

A crystal-clear mirror hangs high in the air, reflecting the scene of two Qi Refining cultivators facing each other from afar.

"This little fellow is the Heavenly Spiritual Root cultivator that Zhu Qiong discovered? He's got a pretty good appearance." The slender, illusory figure sitting in the Personnel Hall said.

"Appearance is merely an external thing; the magnificent radiance emanating from a cultivator's will is the most beautiful thing in the world." The illusory image of the Dharma body in the Transmission Hall shook its head.

"Alright, junior sisters, stop arguing. There's a good show to watch right now, so why don't you just watch quietly?" The illusory figure from the Alchemy Hall released its pressure, causing the two opposing voices in the Elder Hall to pause.

"The good are hated, the strong are softened. Every cultivator's reflection in the mirror is completely different. I wonder if this candidate can defeat his own reflection," the illusory figure from the Refining Hall said with interest.

"Regardless of whether this child succeeds or not, out of respect for Old Monster Zhu, we must grant him this position in the sequence," the illusory figure of the Talisman Hall said deliberately.

In an instant, the entire Elder Hall became silent.

"That's not quite right. Actually, losing to the Mirror Image is nothing. Didn't the Fourth Elder also fail the first time he stepped onto the Six Heavenly Steps?" said the illusory figure from the Alchemy Hall.

"That's right, water and wood are mutually reinforcing. If this little guy loses, it only means he lacks talent in combat and might be more suited to be a weapon refiner," said the illusory figure from the Array Hall.

……

As the mirror image moved forward and drew closer, Chen Beiwu keenly sensed something was wrong.

"That look in his eyes!"

Chen Beiwu's pupils shrank slightly, and he actually saw a strong murderous intent in the eyes of the mirror clone.

The next instant, the clone's hand transformed into an ice blade, and a bone-chilling coldness instantly emanated from the right side.

Chen Beiwu instinctively lowered his head to dodge the side slash, then gripped the Cold Pool Spirit Sword and channeled his magic power.

"Buzz!"

The Cold Pool Spirit Sword only flashed with a faint light before quickly falling silent.

"Unable to use the power of the spiritual artifact!"

When Chen Beiwu realized what was happening, a hazy white mist had already enveloped his body, and the range of his divine sense was also suppressed to some extent by the mist.

This was none other than his favorite Tier 1 mid-grade special technique when facing enemies: Water Mist Technique.

boom!

At this moment, a thin blade compressed by a microscopic water flow instantly cut Chen Beiwu's right arm.

"Got you!"

Chen Beiwu's expression remained unchanged. His body, having lost his right arm, turned into flowing water and disappeared. The mirror clone behind him seemed to have been hit hard. His chest collapsed instantly and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Ahem!"

The mirror clone collapsed to the ground, coughed twice, and turned into a puddle of water that spread across the ground.

However, a sudden crisis suddenly struck Chen Beiwu.

Chen Beiwu changed his hand seals and activated his magic power. The surrounding water surged and turned into thirty-six towering water pillars, forming a defense while also sealing off and binding the figure that suddenly appeared above.

"wrong!"

Chen Beiwu's figure flashed, and he urged the wind to leap into the sky.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Countless thin, hair-like lines of azure water suddenly appeared where Chen Beiwu had been standing.

These water lines rose into the air, intertwined into a net, blocking the sky, and formed six unstoppable water blades with lightning speed, before shooting out with a sharp sound that tore through the air.

Without exaggeration, in terms of sheer magical power, this sudden attack could instantly shatter the protective magic of a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator and kill him.

"Isn't it just a formality?" Chen Beiwu's eyes flickered slightly.

The battle just now has already revealed a lot of information about his spells. If the battle continues, he will reveal even more first-tier spells from the Immortal Alliance.

"Come on, I'll finish you off in one blow!"

Chen Beiwu gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled hard, instantly drawing the Cold Pool Spirit Sword from its sheath.

The fact that one cannot use the power of spiritual artifacts within the Six Heavenly Steps does not mean that the Cold Pool is useless.

After all, the Cold Pool is still a second-tier high-grade spiritual artifact.

Even if its power is restricted and it cannot activate the spell-breaking effect, the sturdiness of the spirit sword's material is far superior to that of first-tier spells.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Chen Beiwu wielded the Frozen Pool, shattering the six water blades that came his way. Then, with a sweep of his divine sense, he slashed fiercely at a patch of water that had spread across the ground since the start of the battle.

In an instant, the water stains on the steps transformed into mirror images.

His face showed surprise, and his palms condensed into ice blades. Just a second before the Cold Pool Spirit Sword was about to slash at his neck, he stabbed at Chen Beiwu's throat with lightning speed.

"Want to die together? Then I'll grant your wish!"

Sensing the mirror's intention, a ruthless glint flashed in Chen Beiwu's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

"call out!"

"Pfft!"

The moment the Cold Pool Spirit Sword severed his head, Chen Beiwu felt a sharp pain in his throat, as if something had pierced through his body, but his expression remained unchanged.

"I am the victor in the end!"

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Beiwu channeled his magic power to grip the sword hilt in reverse, then slashed down fiercely, cleaving the mirror image in two and sealing the victory or defeat of the battle.

"Snap!"

The next moment, with the sound of a mirror shattering, the world in front of Chen Beiwu suddenly changed, turning into a blue and cloudless sky.

He was slightly startled and reached out to touch his neck. He could vaguely feel a trace of pain, but there were no scars left, as if the previous battle was just an illusion.

"When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail; my guess was indeed correct."

Chen Beiwu looked around and saw a vast sea of ​​clouds billowing and surging.

His gaze fell downwards, and everything below the mountain, even the river, seemed as small as a silver thread, filling him with a surge of pride.

"Junior brother, please come with me."

Upon hearing this, Chen Beiwu subconsciously turned around to look in the direction of the voice.

At some point, a figure as cold and clear as the moon quietly appeared behind him.

As a gentle breeze blew, the veil, as hazy as moonlight, swayed slightly, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes.

……

Meanwhile, at the main peak of Mirror Moon, in the Elder's Hall.

"Fearless in the face of danger, exceptionally courageous. This young fellow is quite promising, a good prospect for alchemy." The illusory figure in the Alchemy Hall nodded slightly, his tone full of appreciation.

In the eyes of a Golden Core cultivator, Chen Zi'ang's mirror-knocking battle might seem a bit naive, but who hasn't been young before?

At the age of sixteen, she was only a second-level alchemist.

Forget fighting, they don't even know how to kill a chicken before molting it, resulting in a featherless, lively chicken running out of the kitchen.

"This boy has a firm will. Compared to the Alchemy Hall, I think the Weapon Refining Hall is more suitable for him. Otherwise, Senior Brother Zhu would not have bestowed upon him the Frozen Pool Spirit Sword," said another Golden Core phantom.

Chen Ziang's performance in this scene was outstanding.

If she hadn't reminded Chen Zi'ang that he was a disciple highly regarded by Senior Brother Zhu, the Golden Core elders present might have taken advantage of Senior Brother's absence to follow the sect's entry procedures and compete to take him as a disciple.

"No, no, since this child can wield first-order water-attribute magic with ease and create many changes that conform to the principles of heaven and earth, it shows that his talent in magic is exceptional, and he is more suitable to enter the Hall of Transmission of Skills," the illusory figure of the Hall of Transmission of Skills retorted.

He has little time left to live and needs to find a successor to inherit the lineage of the Transmission Hall.

Although Chen Ziang's first-order spells during the battle were somewhat immature and clumsy, they also demonstrated the malleability of his talent.

In comparison, although Zhu Shaoyuan's name is famous, it can't scare him. At most, he can just fight.

(End of this chapter)