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

"Junior sister, tone it down."

Lin Hao's teasing voice came from beside him, "Your mouth is practically stretched to your ears."

Yang Shiqi snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing slightly.

She lowered her head, but her eyes still couldn't help but steal glances at the stage.

She recalled that when they parted this morning, she had inexplicably turned back to look at him.

After that one glance, she practically fled in panic.

And now, the man she dragged into the room last night and forced to stay there.

Standing on the stage where everyone is watching, he uses his sword as a pen to write his own story of brilliance.

She suddenly realized.

When it's necessary to force things, you have to force them.

Just like last night…

The milk tastes just as sweet as the milk you've drunk.

On the arena.

Chu Xuanqing unleashed thirty-seven consecutive strikes.

Every strike was ruthless and deadly.

However, his prized swordsmanship was completely ineffective against Chu Wuyai.

"Fight back! All you can do is dodge?!"

Chu Xuanqing roared, his sword strikes becoming increasingly frenzied.

Chu Wuyai remained silent.

He simply looked at the other person calmly.

Watching the knife move faster and faster, its movements becoming increasingly chaotic.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opening.

finally--

Just as Chu Xuanqing unleashed his eighty-ninth strike, unable to retract it in time, his left side was wide open!

"JX3, break!"

A glint of light flashed in Chu Wuyai's eyes!

He moved!

No longer on the defensive!

The longsword in his hand transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight into Chu Xuanqing's heart!

fast!

Before the blade could even fall, the sword tip was already at his chest!

Chu Xuanqing's pupils suddenly contracted!

He twisted his body with all his might, barely avoiding a fatal blow.

puff!

The sword tip pierced his left shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere!

Chu Xuanqing grunted and took several steps back.

He covered the wound with his left hand, but couldn't stop the blood from flowing through his fingers.

Chu Xuanqing looked down at the blood on his palm, then looked up at Chu Wuyai.

The disdain in his eyes finally disappeared.

Instead, there was a frenzied killing intent.

"Okay, very good."

He grinned, his teeth stained red with blood.

"You've successfully enraged me!!"

hum-

The black longsword emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

Blood-red patterns spread across the blade.

"This slash—"

"Named as—"

"Blood Fiend Slash!"

"Go to hell!!"

He gripped the knife with both hands and raised it above his head.

Knife fall!

A blood-red blade of light, three zhang long, slashed down towards Chu Wuyai!

Offstage, Yang Shiqi clenched her fists.

Chu Wuyai stood still.

He did not back down.

He calmly watched the approaching crimson blade of light.

He closed his eyes.

"What is he doing!"

"Hmph! Such arrogance is courting death!"

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

Yang Shiqi felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart tightly.

Just as the crimson blade light was less than three feet above Chu Wuyai's head...

He opened his eyes and raised the longsword in his hand.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the point where the blade's light was at its strongest.

Thrust out.

laugh-!!

A soft sound.

The three-zhang-long blood-red blade of light was pierced through the very center by a single sword strike!

The crack spread outwards from the point of penetration.

Click.

Click, click.

boom!!!

The blade's edge exploded in mid-air.

Chu Xuanqing's eyes widened.

"impossible…!"

His voice was hoarse, and his face was full of disbelief.

This strike was a full-force attack fueled by his burning essence and blood.

Never failed.

Never.

However, Chu Wuyai drew his sword, took a step forward, and the sword light rose again!

This time, there were three sword lights.

Five paths.

Ten!

Dozens of sword lights bloomed simultaneously.

From all directions, it covered everything, engulfing all of Chu Xuanqing's escape space!

Chu Xuanqing roared and swung his sword to block.

Clang clang clang clang clang—!

Sparks flew!

He could block the first sword, but not the second.

You can block the second sword, but the third sword is already coming!

The sword light slashed open one bloody gash after another on his body.

Until their clothes were torn and they were covered in blood.

He was breathing heavily, and the madness in his eyes gradually turned into fear.

It's not the fear of death.

It is the fear of being unable to defeat the opponent.

"What kind of monster are you...?!"

He hissed.

Chu Wuyai did not answer.

He sheathed his sword and stepped back.

He distanced himself from Chu Xuanqing by three zhang.

He raised his sword again.

This time, he pointed his sword at the sky.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a high-pitched, clear sound.

Its clear cry was like the cry of a phoenix, and also like the roar of a dragon.

Behind him, a bluebird with outstretched wings was perched.

Feathers like swords, eyes like stars.

With its wings spread, it covered half of the arena.

"Sword 4!"

"A bluebird flies south!"

The sword is drawn.

The bluebird cried out to the sky, then transformed into a streak of blue light and swooped down towards Chu Xuanqing!

It wasn't killing.

It is entanglement.

The cyan light, like silk threads, wrapped around Chu Xuanqing and his sword, layer upon layer!

Chu Xuanqing unleashed a flurry of sword energy.

But he could neither sever nor break free from those blue streams of light.

He was trapped in place, unable to move.

Chu Wuyai's sword tip was already pressed against his throat.

Just another half inch.

It passed right through the throat.

Chu Xuanqing froze.

He looked at the tip of the sword pressed against his throat, then at the calm, still eyes behind the sword.

His lips moved.

The knife slipped from his hand.

Clang!

The entire room fell silent.

Only Yunxi on the high platform twitched the corner of her mouth.

That move, Sword Four, was clearly called "Bluebird Carrying a Branch."

That would require using Sword Five, Dragon and Phoenix Nirvana. In his words, wouldn't it be called…?

Are two roast ducks heading north?

Yunxi was so angry that Xuezi was furious.

You lost.

At this moment, Chu Wuyai sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

A moment later, he snapped his fingers.

boom!

With a loud bang, the azure sword energy that had been entwining Chu Xuanqing completely engulfed him.

puff!

Amidst the swirling light, one could vaguely see a figure spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He collapsed.

The presiding elder was stunned for several breaths before he suddenly came to his senses, his voice hoarse.

"Peach Blossom Temple... Chu Wuyai wins!"

Wow!!!

Below the stage, the people from the Qingyun and Xuantian sects erupted in enthusiastic cheers!

Xie Nantian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded secretly.

He didn't expect that.

In just one night, his junior brother's strength had improved to such an extent.

Even he wouldn't dare say he won so easily.

Yan Wujiu continued drawing circles, pursing his lips.

Everyone else stole the spotlight, but he was the one who stood out and was treated as a bonus.

Where to go to reason?

Even if it's just something he's getting for free, he'd be happy to accept it!

At least, he was a goofball!

Xiong Chumo gave Chu Wuyai a thumbs-up, his eyes conveying only one word.

Handsome!

Lu Qingdai simply smiled faintly as she watched the cold-faced senior brother walk towards her step by step.

Suddenly, Chu Wuyai stopped in his tracks.

He didn't look at Chu Xuanqing lying on the ground, nor at the Zhengyang Sect disciples rushing onto the stage in a panic.

His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the slender figure in the Qingyun Sect's camp.

Eyes facing each other.

Yang Shiqi's eyes reddened without her noticing.

She just looked at him like that, her lips trembling slightly.

Chu Wuyai remained silent for a moment.

The corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

It was an extremely faint, very light arc.

It vanished in a flash.

As Yang Shiqi watched the figure step off the stage, two streams of hot pearls silently slid down her cheeks.

She quickly tried to wipe it with the back of her hand, but couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.

Lin Hao, who was watching closely, asked, "Junior sister, did you get sand in your eye?"

"..."

Yang Shiqi rolled her eyes.

She drank too much milk, is that not good?

She glanced sideways and saw Chu Wuyai approach Luo Fan and raise his hand.

Amidst Luo Fan's sneer, Chu Wuyai patted Luo Fan's shoulder.

"Don't embarrass yourself."

Chu Wuyai patted him a few times with a little force.

Luo Fan's shoulder was lowered by his pat.

He quickly took out a powerful pill and gave it to the cold-faced swordsman to help him recover.

Chu Wuyai didn't stand on ceremony and swallowed the Small Rejuvenation Pill to restore his spiritual power.

On the arena.

The Zhengyang Sect disciples carried the unconscious Chu Xuanqing away.

Chu Xuanqing's breath was weak, and he had little life force left, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

However, he will probably be unable to wield a sword for the next few months, and his cultivation level will be difficult to return to its peak.

At this moment, Sikong Jue's expression could no longer be described as gloomy.

He gripped the armrest of the seat, his knuckles turning white.

And after that, the three powers will face off in a decisive battle.

"Luo Fan, Bai Jie, Chu Wuyai, Qin Wushuang, and Chi Ou, the five of you will now draw lots for the final draw."

"In this draw, one person will receive a bye, while the remaining four will advance to the final three-way showdown!"

The lottery results were announced soon.

Luo Fan versus Qin Wushuang.

Qin Wushuang looked at Luo Fan with complicated emotions, never expecting that her joking words from last night had come true.

Bai Jie drew a blank lot.

Chu Wuyai then fought against the Red Gull.

Since Chu Wuyai had just experienced a major battle, Luo Fan was the first to face off in the three-way battle.

Luo Fan took slow steps, nodded to Qin Wushuang, and went up on stage first.

"Qin Wushuang, it's your turn!"

The presiding elder couldn't help but urge them on.

There was a long silence.

Qin Wushuang then said calmly, "I abstain."

The presiding elder frowned but didn't say anything more.

Just as he was about to announce Luo Fan's advancement, Qin Wushuang spoke again.

Why don't you ask me why I abstained?

"Does that mean you look down on our Xuantian Sect?"

"Are you trying to instigate a major war between the two factions?"

A three-in-a-row sequence.

The elder in charge felt a throbbing pain between his eyebrows. He took a deep breath, then another, and another.

He asked patiently.

"Then why did you abstain?"

"I'd like to."

"..."

The presiding elder took several deep breaths before he was able to gradually calm his emotions.

"I'm also abstaining!"

Upon hearing the voice, he looked at Chu Wuyai.

He was seen chewing on a blade of grass and looking at Luo Fan on the stage.

The red gull could no longer contain itself and transformed into a fiery red streak of light, landing on the arena.

"Any last words?"

He glanced at Luo Fan across from him and gave a mocking smile.

Then.

boom!

The red gull's upper robe ripped apart, revealing its well-developed muscles.

He seemed intent on crushing Luo Fan to death with a single punch.