A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

"Next match: Xie Nantian of Peach Blossom Temple versus Yu Wanzhou of Xuantian Sect!"

Xie Nantian, dressed in white, calmly stepped onto the stage, exuding a gentle and refined temperament.

Yu Wanzhou was a pretty young woman, wearing a pale yellow dress, with a sweet face and gentle temperament.

"Thank you for your guidance, Xie Nantian of Peach Blossom Temple."

"Yu Wanzhou of Xuantian Sect, please, Senior Brother."

After bowing, the two attacked simultaneously.

Xie Nantian reached out and grasped the longsword, showing his opponent the utmost respect.

He did not become arrogant or underestimate his opponent simply because his cultivation level was lower than his.

His sword light appeared gentle, yet concealed a sharp edge.

Yu Wanzhou drew both swords simultaneously, the sword light transforming into two crescent moons, slashing towards Xie Nantian from the left and right.

Ding ding!

Xie Nantian tapped the tip of his sword repeatedly, striking the weakest point of the crescent moon, which shattered instantly.

"Huh!"

Yu Wanzhou's eyes lit up; she could tell that Xie Nantian hadn't used his true strength.

He simply used his own swordsmanship to skillfully break through her attack.

"A double moon in succession!"

Yu Wanzhou wielded her two swords in a blur of light and shadow, her sword moves flowing seamlessly.

Xie Nantian remained calm and composed, his swordsmanship steady.

Each sword strike perfectly blocked Yu Wanzhou's attack.

Ding ding ding ding...

The two exchanged blows on the arena, their swords flashing, creating a scene that was quite pleasing to the eye.

"This Xie Nantian's swordsmanship is remarkably steady; though it possesses a sharp edge, it is restrained."

"It has a bit of the 'gentleman's sword' feel to it."

"Junior Sister Yu's Twin Moon Sword Technique is also formidable, but unfortunately she has met her match."

"The two of them fought so harmoniously, it didn't look like a martial arts contest, but more like flirting."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

On the high platform, Yunxi remained expressionless.

"Xie Nantian is a calm and steady young man, and he has truly mastered the art of swordsmanship."

Liu Linglong laughed again, "It's just a bit too serious, lacking the vitality of a young person."

On the stage, the two had already exchanged more than thirty blows.

Despite Yu Wanzhou's best efforts, she still couldn't force Xie Nan, the angel, to use her true abilities.

She knew she would lose this battle, but she didn't want her opponent to give her any leeway before she lost.

Xie Nantian seemed to realize something; he even saw that the girl's eyes were red.

Immediately, he activated his spiritual power and poured it into the sword as much as he could.

"Junior sister, be careful! This move is called 'After the Clouds Part, the Moon Shines Bright'!"

With a flick of his longsword, the sword light fell like moonlight, instantly piercing through Yu Wanzhou's sword net.

clang!

The sword in Yu Wanzhou's hand, along with her entire body, was sent flying backward by the shock.

Xie Nantian quickly channeled his spiritual energy to support her body, preventing her from falling.

"I surrender."

After regaining her footing, she glanced at Xie Nantian discreetly, sheathed her other sword, and blushed slightly.

"Thank you for showing mercy, senior brother."

"Junior sister, you flatter me."

Xie Nantian sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and asked, "I used a bit too much force just now. Are you alright?"

Yu Wanzhou's cheeks turned even redder.

He lowered his head and hurriedly left the stage.

Xie Nantian scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you blushing again? Are all girls like this?"

He shook his head and stepped off the stage.

"Xie Nantian of Peach Blossom Temple wins!"

The next match will be between Chu Wuyai and He Yan of the Xuantian Sect!

Chu Wuyai was dressed in black, his face cold and stern.

He Yan was a tall, imposing man who wielded a long halberd and exuded a powerful aura.

The two bowed to each other, neither saying a word, and immediately began to fight.

The sword in Chu Wuyai's hand rang out clearly.

He Yan's halberd was as long as a dragon.

clang!

The first collision.

The tip of the sword touched the tip of the halberd, and He Yan almost dropped his spiritual weapon.

He was horrified.

Chu Wuyai's second sword strike has arrived.

He managed to block it, but it tore open his tiger's mouth.

Chu Wuyai's third sword strike.

He Yan was blasted away and crashed off the stage.

But a gentle spiritual force supported him, allowing him to land safely.

He Yan steadied himself, smiled wryly, and clasped his hands in thanks, "Thank you for showing mercy, Senior Brother Chu."

Chu Wuyai nodded, sheathed his sword, turned and stepped off the stage with clean and efficient movements.

"The peach blossoms of Chu are boundless, a truly magnificent sight!"

With the elder presiding over the proceedings announcing the start of the next round of competition, the next match began.

Shen Fufeng versus Shi Rui of the Xuantian Sect!

Shen Fufeng, dressed in a blue robe and holding a folding fan, gracefully stepped onto the arena.

The man opposite him, Shi Rui, was a strong and muscular man with a pair of iron fists, his punches powerful and fierce.

"Shen Fufeng of Peach Blossom Temple, please."

Shen Fufeng gently waved his folding fan, a smile on his face.

"Take this!"

Shi Rui threw out both fists simultaneously, the wind from his punches whistling through the air.

Shen Fufeng snapped his folding fan shut, his figure swift as the wind, and retreated gracefully, easily dodging the gust of wind from the fist.

"Impressive footwork!"

Shi Rui shouted loudly, and his attack became even more ferocious.

Boom boom boom!

The force of the punches was like thunder, engulfing the entire arena.

However, Shen Fufeng's movements were too graceful, and he always managed to dodge by the slightest margin.

"Peach Blossom Sword Technique - The Wind Rises!"

The folding fan unfolds.

A slender sword blade sprang out from the fan ribs, its light as swift as the wind, omnipresent.

Shi Rui threw out both fists to block, but ultimately there were too many sword lights, making it impossible to defend against them all.

Puff puff!

He had several sword wounds on his body, which, though not fatal, were enough to keep him busy and flustered.

After all the sword strikes subsided, Shen Fufeng stood still, fanning himself with his fan, and looked at his opponent with a faint smile.

Shi Rui took a step back, smiled wryly, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Senior Brother Shen's movement and swordsmanship are exquisite and unparalleled. I admire you."

"Thank you for your concession."

Shen Fufeng closed his folding fan and gracefully stepped off the stage.

With his victory, he moved on to the next match.

Zhao Jingzhou, dressed in a blue robe, stepped onto the arena.

opposite.

The beautiful young woman from the Xuantian Sect wore a red dress, held a long whip, and had lively eyes and brows.

"Zhao Jingzhou of Peach Blossom Temple, please enlighten me."

"Hua Yingyue of Xuantian Sect, please."

Hua Yingyue gave a graceful bow, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

"Watch out for the whip!"

Snapped!

She lashed out with her long whip, the sound of it cutting through the air as she aimed directly at Zhao Jingzhou.

Zhao Jingzhou brandished his longsword and charged forward.

Sword and whip clashed, and spiritual energy exploded.

Immediately, Zhao Jingzhou changed his sword stance, intending to use it to entangle the long whip and disarm its spiritual weapon.

"Dream on!"

Hua Yingyue chuckled and flicked her long whip, which broke free from the sword's light and wrapped around Zhao Jingzhou's wrist.

Zhao Jingzhou retreated quickly.

He strode through the clouds, dodging the long whip.

Hua Yingyue's long whip danced, creating a red blur that enveloped the entire arena.

Zhao Jingzhou brandished his longsword, and in the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than twenty blows, neither gaining the upper hand.

"This girl's whip skills are truly amazing."

Zhao Jingzhou secretly praised him and no longer held back.

The longsword hummed in his hand, its light like sunlight piercing through the clouds, striking the flowers and reflecting the moon.

Hua Yingyue frowned, her red lips slightly raised, and her long whip curled back, trying to entangle the long sword.

But Zhao Jingzhou used seventy percent of his strength in this sword strike.

clang!

The whip was deflected, but the sword's momentum remained undiminished.

Hua Yingyue was shocked and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"not good!"

Zhao Jingzhou realized he had used too much force and quickly stopped.

But the sword light had already arrived.

boom!

Hua Yingyue was thrown back by the force of the impact and crashed off the stage.

"Be careful!"

Without a second thought, Zhao Jingzhou leaped up and caught Hua Yingyue.

The two spun twice in the air before landing steadily on the ring.

"Fellow Daoist, are you alright?"

After landing, Zhao Jingzhou quickly released his grip, his face slightly flushed.

Hua Yingyue stood firm, raised her head, and blushed on her pretty face.

She blinked, then suddenly asked, "Does Senior Brother have a Daoist partner?"

"what?"

Zhao Jingzhou was taken aback.

"You hugged me."

Hua Yingyue lowered her head and twisted the hem of her clothes. "It's well-intentioned, but I'm still a girl..."

She raised her head, unable to hide her slyness, "If you're willing, senior brother, I... I'm willing to let you take responsibility."

Zhao Jingzhou was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

How did a fight lead to a Daoist couple?

The audience below the stage was stunned, blinking blankly.

Compared to their bewilderment, Yan Wujiu's eyes were red with jealousy.

Why hasn't he encountered a female rival?

Chu Wuyai sighed, "This isn't a martial arts competition, it's a martial arts contest to find a husband."

"Who says otherwise? But who told this kid to hug a girl in public?"

Shen Fufeng chuckled and clicked his tongue, "Alright, now they definitely can't escape."

Luo Fan stepped forward, stood below the stage, cleared his throat, and put on a serious face with a mischievous grin.

"Senior Brother Zhao, it was you who acted disrespectfully towards her. We disciples of Peach Blossom Temple dare to take responsibility for our actions."

"Leaving aside the sect's reputation for now, how can I possibly betray the beauty's heart?"

Zhao Jingzhou's lips twitched.

He accepted the offer out of kindness, but suddenly felt that he might have been too hasty.

On the high platform, Liu Linglong covered her mouth and giggled.

"Senior sister, look at this little rascal, he's trying to matchmake people."

Yunxi smiled slightly, "Don't you understand what he's up to?"

Liu Linglong understood, of course.

A marriage between two families is better than an alliance.

Yunxi stood up and bowed gracefully to Master Xuanming, "Brother Dao, I apologize for my rudeness."

"No problem, no problem! Young people like each other, it's a wonderful thing."

Master Xuanming laughed heartily, "If they are truly destined for each other, why would I, this humble Taoist, interfere?"

Beside him, Master Qingyang's eyelids twitched.

No wonder this old man is so focused on training female disciples; so that's what he's up to.

Using female disciples to attract prodigies is a sure-fire way to make money; what a cunning old fox!

"That's enough!"

Sikong Jue couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and stand up.

"This is the martial arts arena of my Zhengyang Sect, not a place for you to flirt!"

His face was ashen, and he was seething with rage.

Today's martial arts competition should have been a chance for the Zhengyang Sect to display its might and intimidate the other three sects.

The results of it?

First, Ji Kun fought a bloody battle, demonstrating the integrity of Peach Blossom Temple.

Later, Qin Wushuang and Lin Hao took revenge one after another, causing the Zhengyang Sect to lose face.

What's even more infuriating is that Peach Blossom Temple and Xuantian Sect actually started talking about marriage on the arena!

What do they take Zhengyang Sect for?!

"continue!"

Sikong Jue gritted his teeth and said.

The presiding elder wiped his sweat and quickly made the announcement.

"Next match: Chu Xuanqing of the Zhengyang Sect versus Cao Ge of the Xuantian Sect!"

The martial arts competition continues.

But everyone's mind was no longer on the ring.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect and Xuantian Sect looked at Peach Blossom Temple with a touch more warmth.

The disciples of the Zhengyang Sect had grim faces, their eyes filled with even more murderous intent.