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

"The final match: Luo Jing of the Qingyun Sect versus Mu Yunshang of the Xuantian Sect!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, Luo Jing strode onto the stage.

He was a burly man, nearly nine feet tall.

Broad shoulders and thick back.

His body was covered in bulging, bronze-colored muscles.

It is full of explosive power.

He was carrying two octagonal copper hammers, each the size of a watermelon.

The hammerhead was covered with menacing spikes.

It's obvious at a glance that the portion is enormous.

Boom!

He slammed his double hammers onto the arena, causing the bluestone ground to tremble.

Opposite her, Mu Yunshang slowly walked onto the stage.

She was petite and delicate, dressed in a light blue outfit that accentuated her slender yet agile figure.

A silver whip was tied around his waist, and his hands were covered with deerskin gloves, his ten fingers long and nimble.

"Luo Jing of the Qingyun Sect, please enlighten me, Junior Sister!"

"Mu Yunshang of Xuantian Sect, Senior Brother Luo, please."

Mu Yunshang's voice was clear and crisp, her eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at the iron tower in front of her.

After the two finished bowing, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Take this!"

Without any hesitation, Luo Jing swung his left hammer, bringing a heavy gust of wind, and smashed it straight at Mu Yunshang's face!

Simple! Brutal! Powerful!

Mu Yunshang dared not meet the attack head-on; she twisted her delicate body slightly and slid three steps to the side.

boom!

The copper hammer struck the arena, sending shards of stone flying and leaving a shallow crater.

When his first strike missed, Luo Jing's right hammer followed immediately, sweeping across the battlefield!

The hammer-like wind howled, covering a vast area.

Mu Yunshang touched the ground with her toes and floated backward, while simultaneously flicking her wrist.

Swish!

The soft whip at her waist, like a silver snake emerging from its hole, coiled around Luo Jing's right arm.

Luo Jing grinned, his right arm muscles bulging, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the soft whip wrap around him.

"Hey!"

He suddenly pulled back with his right arm!

Mu Yunshang felt an irresistible force coming at her, and she was pulled forward and staggered!

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in her mind.

With a flick of his left hand to his waist, three willow-leaf throwing knives aimed straight for Luo Jing's eyes and throat!

Luo Jing had no choice but to loosen his whip and hold his two hammers horizontally in front of him.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Mu Yunshang escaped danger and swiftly retracted her soft whip.

Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her eyes were serious.

Luo Jing's power is terrifying; we absolutely must not let him get close!

"Again!"

Luo Jing, seizing the advantage, pressed his advantage, wielding his double hammers and striking like a storm.

Each strike was as powerful as a thousand pounds, and the arena trembled beneath his feet.

Mu Yunshang moved nimbly, weaving through the shadows of the hammers.

She stopped trying to engage in close combat and instead used her agility to constantly move around.

The soft whip in his hand is used to target weak points such as the Luojing joint and acupoints.

Snapped!

The whip struck Luo Jing's left knee.

Luo Jing swayed slightly, and his attack slowed down.

Mu Yunshang flicked her soft whip again, transforming it into several streaks of silver light that struck Luo Jing's knees and elbows.

Enraged by the slap, Luo Jing roared and unleashed a burst of earth-yellow spiritual energy around him!

"Immovable as a mountain!"

His feet were rooted to the ring.

The hammers swung even faster, forming an impenetrable wall of hammers!

The soft whip crackled against the wall, but it was difficult to break through.

Mu Yunshang frowned.

You must know that to win, you must break through this defense!

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and the soft whip in her hand shone brightly with silver light, even emitting a buzzing vibration!

"Silver snakes dance wildly!"

Her figure spun rapidly, and the soft whip danced wildly in response.

The sky was filled with silver shadows, just like hundreds of silver snakes biting at the same time!

Ding ding ding ding…!

Under such a frenzied and dense attack, Luo Jing's hammer wall finally showed a sliver of a gap!

It's now!

Mu Yunshang's eyes flashed with anger, and the soft whip pierced through the gap, aiming straight for Luo Jing's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint!

If this strike lands, it will be enough to disrupt Luo Jing's breathing and greatly reduce his combat power!

however--

You've been tricked!

The hammer on the wall suddenly vanished.

Luo Jing launched a counterattack instead of defending, his left hammer flying out like a meteor towards Mu Yunshang!

Mu Yunshang was shocked and had no time to change her move.

In the blink of an eye.

She gritted her teeth and pulled back the soft whip, which spun rapidly in front of her, transforming into a silver round shield.

boom!

The bronze hammer slammed down on the silver shield.

Mu Yunshang was struck as if by a heavy blow; her delicate body flew backward, and a trickle of blood spilled from her mouth.

The silver shield crumbled, and the soft whip slipped from his grasp.

She fell to the edge of the ring, her face pale.

Luo Jing strode forward, raised his right hammer, and hovered it above her head.

"Should we admit defeat?"

He asked in a deep voice.

Mu Yunshang looked at the terrifying bronze hammer covered in spikes and gave a bitter smile.

"I surrender."

Luo Jing put away his hammer, took two steps back, and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"You flatter me. Junior sister's whip technique is exquisite. If I hadn't been slightly weaker, the outcome would have been uncertain."

Mu Yunshang struggled to her feet, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and clasped her hands in greeting.

"Senior brother's divine power is astonishing, Yunshang admires it."

She blinked. "If you have some free time in the future, Senior Brother, you can come to Xuantian Sect to find me. At that time..."

"Let's have another friendly competition."

After speaking, Mu Yunshang stepped off the stage, leaving behind a graceful silhouette.

Luo Jing scratched his head and stood there, stunned.

That dashing figure lingered in his mind for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Master Xuanming stroked his beard and smiled.

Master Qingyang twitched his eye, suddenly having a premonition that his disciple was about to be taken away.

Pooh!

That shameless bastard!

Since they have few capable disciples of their own, they resort to underhanded tactics against others.

To be honest, that old fox Xuanming has taken in disciples who are all fair-skinned, beautiful, and have long legs.

He seriously doubted Xuanming's standards for accepting disciples, as aptitude was ranked after appearance.

What's wrong?

Is this an attempt to spread one's disciples throughout the entire Eastern Spirit Realm of prodigies?

This is a typical heretical cultivation method.

Despite his anger, Qingyang had to admit that this move was effective.

In the future, whoever dares to offend the Xuantian Sect will not even need this old man to personally intervene.

With just those outstanding sons-in-law under his command, he could smash the other side to pieces.

"Luo Jing of the Qingyun Sect wins!"

With the presiding elder announcing loudly, the first round of the martial arts competition came to an end.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the training ground, casting long shadows on everyone.

Next, the list of those who advanced to the next round was announced.

The entire room fell silent; everyone pricked up their ears.

Zhengyang Sect: Chi Ou, Pu Tailai, Sun Bao, Wu Xiong, Zhou Lang, and Chu Xuanqing – six people advanced!

Lin Hao, Duan Qilin, and Luo Jing from the Qingyun Sect have all advanced!

Xuan Tian Sect: Qin Wushuang and Luo Jiyao have both advanced!

When it was Peach Blossom Temple's turn, the elder's voice paused noticeably.

This is because, apart from Ji Kun, all nine other people advanced.

"A dark horse! An absolute dark horse!"

"Peach Blossom Temple is about to rise again!"

After a three-second silence, gasps and whispers rose from the audience.

On the high platform.

Qingyang Zhenren of Qingyun Sect and Xuanming Shangren of Xuantian Sect also looked at Yunxi.

His eyes were complicated.

The three sects from ten thousand years ago were led by Peach Blossom Temple.

Time passes.

This once-desolate sect is finally showing signs of rising again.

After this, the name of Peach Blossom Temple will surely resound throughout the entire Eastern Spirit Domain once again.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister Yunxi."

Master Qingyang spoke first, "Your sect's disciples are truly impressive."

Master Xuanming chuckled and cupped his hands in greeting, "Junior Sister, you've really kept this a secret."

As he spoke, he scanned the disciples of Peach Blossom Temple one by one, his eyes slightly fervent.

He lingered on Luo Fan for a few extra seconds, seemingly quite interested in him.

Luo Fan made no attempt to hide it, and generously returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute.

Then, he noticed that Qin Wushuang had secretly glanced at him.

But when he noticed her, she quickly looked away, and her pretty face flushed.

"You two are too kind."

Yunxi rose to return the greeting, "It was merely a stroke of luck for the disciples; what tomorrow will bring remains to be seen."

A cold snort rang out.

Sikong Jue stood up, his face ashen.

"Today we're just weeding out the useless ones; tomorrow is just the beginning."

He stared at Yunxi, "Junior Sister, I hope your disciples can continue to live such a lucky life."

After saying that, he turned around and led the Zhengyang Sect members away.

His back view was filled with a chilling killing intent.

Master Qingyang and Master Xuanming exchanged a glance, both seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Junior Sister Yunxi, you have witnessed what happened today."

Master Qingyang said in a deep voice, "The Zhengyang Sect is quite ambitious. In the future, we should help each other."

Indeed.

Master Xuanming nodded, "It was no accident that our two sects' disciples were attacked so severely by them."

"I have also noticed what you two fellow Daoists have said. I'm afraid the Zhengyang Sect has ulterior motives for this martial arts competition."

Yunxi left it at that.

She didn't need to say much; the two of them could figure it out themselves.

"So, what are your plans, junior sister?"

"Master Qingyang asked."

"Our three sects should be of one mind and one branch, so as to prevent the Zhengyang Sect from going astray."

Master Qingyang and Master Xuanming nodded simultaneously.

"That's exactly right!"

"Then it's settled."

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The two men, each with their own followers, departed one after the other.

Yunxi and Liu Linglong exchanged a glance, then looked at Luo Fan together.

Luo Fan nodded at them.

West Garden.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that you could hear a drop of water dripping from it.

No one was blinded by this small victory.

Ji Kun lay on the bed, still unconscious.

Luo Fan was sitting by the bed checking his injuries.

"how?"

Yunxi asked.

Luo Fan stood up and faced the crowd. "Sect Leader, Martial Uncle, Senior Brother Ji's injuries are no longer serious, but..."

He frowned. "Although my life is not in danger, my cultivation is in jeopardy unless I put myself in a life-or-death situation."

Everyone fell silent.

Ji Kun burned his life essence and fought desperately, and the fact that he managed to survive was thanks to Luo Fan's elixir.

Hearing him say this now, I never expected that he would have a way to restore his cultivation.