Ordinary People: Starting with the Chen Clan

Chen Xuanzhou didn't have time to pay attention to the other party's complicated expression. After finishing the fight, he bowed to the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect and then leisurely stepped down from the stage and disappeared into the crowd.

The cultivators who were initially standing next to him unconsciously moved to the side.

Zhao Rui still didn't understand how he lost, but everyone else could see it clearly. Chen Xuanzhou went up on stage at lightning speed and, before his opponent could react, used a barrage of fireballs to suppress his vision.

Then eight short spears attacked from all directions, preventing him from defending himself from both ends.

The breakthrough came from a Thousand Blade Talisman attached to a short spear; the combination of the two resulted in a power level comparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon.

The method wasn't particularly sophisticated, but the fact that it was done so easily clearly indicated that the person possessed no shortage of high-level talismans. One would have to be careful if they encountered such a person.

Some have even ranked it among the most difficult people to deal with.

After several rounds, Chen Xuanzhou used the same method to easily send the people off the stage. Of course, not everyone needed high-level talismans.

"Pan Yuansheng, Chen Xuanzhou, and Yan Shuang, please come to the stage."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuanzhou frowned slightly. The Yan family?

The others, however, perked up. Finally, they had met two tough opponents. For them, this meant an extra spot!

The people around him even looked at Chen Xuanzhou with a hint of mockery, not believing that he had any chance of winning.

Although Chen Xuanzhou was slightly surprised, his movements did not falter for even a moment. He maintained his familiar rhythm, instantly stepping onto the stage and starting his attack with zero frames.

Eight short spears, like eight spider claws, encircled Yan Shuang, who was suspended in mid-air, like an insect in the middle.

Yan Shuang's expression remained calm, even somewhat disdainful: "Those petty tricks might work on those small fry, but using them on the Yan family? Who do you think you are!"

As the last word fell, a precious mirror shot a beam of cold light at Chen Xuanzhou. Before the light even got close, the surroundings were already covered with frost.

"The methods don't need to be sophisticated, just practical!"

By the time those light, casual words reached the other person's ears, they had already lost consciousness.

The beautiful woman, who was originally proud but had a cool and aloof air, now had her hair charred black and her clothes slightly tattered as she landed on the high platform.

This time, Chen Xuanzhou did not rush to step down, but instead took direct action against him from head to toe.

They quickly took two mid-grade spirit stones, along with some talismans and magical artifacts, from the other party's storage bag.

"Consider this as compensation for my loss."

Chen Xuanzhou didn't dare to go too far, so he only took ordinary items worth about six or seven hundred spirit stones. The top-grade magic artifacts and the like were left untouched.

He really doesn't dare to touch the Yan family now.

"My God, if I'm not mistaken, that one strike just now must have smashed a top-grade magic artifact!"

You've misjudged.

"Those eight Thousand Blade Talismans and eight Lightning Spike Talismans—my eyes aren't blind yet!"

"Then do the math, is it really a top-grade magic artifact...?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was speechless, and they looked at Chen Xuanzhou with unprecedented respect. Strength was only a small part of it; the greater respect was for the spirit stones.

I've never heard of any family of talisman makers surnamed Chen, and we shouldn't be heading to Qingxu Sect.

On the other side of the platform, a tall, burly man was looking at Chen Xuanzhou with a serious expression, holding a talisman that was shimmering faintly in his hand.

This time, everyone waited a little longer because several cultivators from the Hidden Moon Sect were treating Yan Shuang, who had fallen to the ground.

Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, just a slight shock from the electric shock.

After this move, his opponents became more aware of their own limitations and would immediately admit defeat whenever they encountered him.

"Alright, penultimate round, Chen Xuanzhou versus Bai Wujiu."

Upon hearing the name, Chen Xuanzhou felt a slight sense of familiarity, but he immediately realized that it was one of the members of the Bai family that Chen Shangyu had mentioned.

Although somewhat surprised, he didn't take it too seriously and stepped onto the stage.

This time, however, a young man dressed in white stood on the stage, with a flying sword at his feet.

"I've heard you're the most promising Foundation Establishment genius the Chen family has had in decades. I wonder if killing you here today will leave the Chen family with any chance of producing a Foundation Establishment seed!"

His response was a black stone tablet more than ten feet tall, while Chen Xuanzhou himself had completely disappeared from his sight.

"Now that it's starting to get interesting!"

A smile appeared on Bai Wujiu's face. Without moving his body, the flying sword beneath his feet transformed into a rainbow of light, carrying him into the air.

Looking down at the eight short spears shot by Chen Xuanzhou, he simply tapped his toes on the flying sword.

Sword lights then appeared in all directions, instantly surrounding the short spear, the sword lights crisscrossing like raindrops.

Lines of fire flashed in mid-air; they were sparks from the collision of golden blades of light and sword energy.

However, compared to the sword light, the Thousand Blade Talismans activated by Chen Xuanzhou were clearly inferior, often requiring more than ten to counteract one of the opponent's.

Chen Xuanzhou remained unperturbed, summoning the Prison Suppression Stele back to his front and sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemingly indifferent to Bai Wujiu.

"Today, I'll use my sword as a pen to write your epitaph!"

Bai Wujiu, who was in mid-air, patted his storage bag, and a pitch-black sword box appeared beside him. With a click, a flying sword with only a blade and no hilt flew nimbly toward Chen Xuanzhou like a snake.

Chen Xuanzhou, however, seemed oblivious and continued casting spells and making hand seals.

Suddenly, the stone tablet that had been in front of him instantly moved to his side.

"Ding!"

The black flying sword suddenly appeared in mid-air, but Chen Xuanzhou remained seated with his eyes closed.

Next, no matter how the flying sword moved, the stone tablet artifact always managed to block it one step ahead.

"I'd like to see how many of my sword strikes you can withstand!"

Bai Wujiu, who had always been aloof, now showed a gloomy expression. He slapped the sword box next to him several times, and five flying swords flew out of it one after another.

"Five top-grade magic weapon level flying swords, how is that possible!"

Even a typical Foundation Establishment cultivator might not be able to control it so easily.

Some people in the audience couldn't help but stare in disbelief.

"This should be the Seven Star Sword Box of the Bai family, which has been said to be unusable for a hundred years. I never expected to see it here."

"Brother Dao is knowledgeable and experienced; please enlighten me."

As everyone around him turned their gazes toward him, a slightly tall and thin man smiled and shook the wine jug that had appeared out of nowhere.

The others were speechless at this outrageous scene. They patted their storage bags and finally managed to take out a small bottle of restorative medicinal wine.

At an ascension ceremony, what normal person would bring alcohol?

The tall, thin man smacked his lips, his brows furrowing slightly, clearly dissatisfied.