Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

Everyone saw a flash of silver light and heard a constant clanging sound in their ears.

Until the sword shadow on the stage suddenly withdrew, Yu Yan was seen bleeding from his abdomen, with black energy constantly emerging from it. He was covered in sweat and was almost exhausted.

There was also Yang Yun, who had returned to her original size and lay silently on the ground.

For the first time, surprise appeared in Qi Tian's usually indifferent eyes, but he quickly concealed it and said loudly:

"Yu Yansheng of the Luoxia Sect."

silence.

Silence remained.

How is that possible?

After Yang Yun used his secret technique, he reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

That's all?

Kong Shangji had used sword formation talismans before, but Yang Yun had broken them in no time.

What's going on this time?

Is this still a sword formation talisman?

"Tier 1, High Grade..."

The insightful Ancestor Feng Xiaosheng noticed something and murmured softly.

Kong Shangji had developed a sword formation talisman that could be continuously comprehended and evolved. He had only handed it over to Yu Yan a few days ago, and Yu Yan had already drawn a first-grade high-rank talisman.

After three years of cultivation, I reached the first-grade superior level.

Moreover, he accomplished this feat with the five spiritual roots.

Even Kong Shangji back then couldn't do it.

The old ancestor lowered his head, his eyes gleaming.

The Taoist priest looked at Yang Yun's corpse with eyes wide with rage.

"You brat, I'll make you pay with your life!"

He swung his right hand across his waist, and the red snake flew out from it, landing heavily on the ground before hurtling towards Yu Yan like an arrow released from a bow.

Qinglu Daoist had been on guard against his opponent for a long time, and he would not let him have his way at this moment. The moment Xingbing Daoist made a move, his flying sword was already drawn and slashed down at the red snake.

boom--

The ground shook, and the two men, their eyes filled with hatred, flew into the air. Without a word, they began to fight, their moves ruthless and each aimed at killing the other.

Yu Yan had the Rejuvenation Pill in his mouth, but he found that every time the medicine reached the wound in his abdomen, it would be swallowed by some mysterious black energy, preventing the wound from healing.

He had never seen such black energy when he was competing with Yang Yun.

Regardless of the circumstances, given Yu Yan's current condition, he will likely be unable to participate in the subsequent competitions.

The Purifying Pill has been obtained. The two strongest members of the Broken Army Mansion are now dead and seriously injured. The rest depends on the rest of Yuanfu Peak.

Thinking this, Yu Yan silently stood up, enduring the sharp pain in his abdomen, and called out loudly:

"This disciple is severely injured and unable to continue the competition. I request to withdraw."

Qi Tian glanced at him and nodded:

"Can."

As Yu Yan stepped down from the platform, the disciples of the Po Jun Mansion rushed over in anger.

"Kill him and avenge Senior Brother Yang Yun!"

"Avenge Senior Brother Yang Yun!"

The slogans were shouted loudly, which immediately aroused dissatisfaction on Yuanfu Peak's side.

They all stepped forward and shielded Yu Yan behind them.

"You people from the Po Jun Mansion are inferior in skill, what right do you have to yell here!"

"Bah! It was clearly Yu Yan who ambushed Senior Brother Yang; otherwise, how could he have lost?"

Neither side was willing to concede to the other, and they couldn't agree on anything. They immediately pulled out their talismans and magical artifacts, and were about to fight.

Feng Xiaosheng appeared behind Yu Yan at some point and whispered:

"Well done. Go back and heal your wounds. Leave this to me and your master."

"Be prepared these next few days."

Yu Yan thanked the ancestor, but didn't immediately understand what he was saying next.

Prepare, prepare for what?

He looked up at Feng Xiaosheng, who simply shook his head, sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a bottle of healing pills.

"Go."

After Yu Yan quietly left, two spells were unleashed, but Qi Tian suddenly reached out.

There was a loud bang.

Light and shadow burst forth from the sword box on his back.

A giant longsword blocked both sides, deflecting all the attacks.

Before they could react, the sword intent on the giant sword surged forth, forcing them to retreat without harming them.

"No disturbances are permitted during the competition."

As they spoke, the giant sword slammed into the ground, creating a nearly thirty-foot-long crack that separated the two sides.

"If you want to break the rules, you'd better think twice about whether you can withstand my giant sword."

boom--

Qinglu Daoist and Xingbing Daoist were separated by a force, and they touched the sword intent in their hands that was difficult to dispel, feeling frightened.

"This Qi Tian is incredibly strong."

The two exchanged a glance, snorted coldly, and landed in their respective camps.

The Taoist priest swept his divine sense across the disciples of Yuanfu Peak but did not find Yu Yan's figure. He knew that the other party had left. He was still angry. He looked up at the incorruptible Qi Tian, ​​cursed inwardly, and could only let it go for now.

Seeing that they had finally calmed down, Qi Tian nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand to send Yang Yun's body away.

"The game continues!"

…………

Yu Yan returned to his cave somewhat disheveled, took the pill given to him by the ancestor, and the final result was the same as the previous Rejuvenation Pill.

"It seems the problem isn't the quality of the pills, but rather the extraordinary nature of this black aura."

Moreover, even the ancestor didn't recognize this black aura; it must be something extremely rare.

It has already shown a tendency to spread from the wound to the dantian. If we continue to treat it with medicine, it will probably only allow it to succeed in the end.

This black energy seemed to possess sentience, slowly absorbing spiritual energy to strengthen itself, and even attempting to rush to the inner core to absorb it frantically.

But Yu Yan suddenly noticed that when it encountered the boundary between the inner core and its own cultivated spiritual power, it abruptly stopped moving forward and then actually retreated a few steps.

He was overjoyed and immediately figured out how to deal with this thing.

As soon as he removed the Yin-Yang Harmony Talisman, the two unharmonious spiritual energies became violent and began to clash within his body once more.

“…………”

It felt like two fires exploding inside his body, and then like countless silver needles trying to pierce through him. Yu Yan collapsed to the ground in an instant, sweating profusely, in so much pain that he couldn't speak or make a sound.

Fortunately, the troublesome black energy gradually retreated until it was completely forced out of the body.

Without a second thought, Yu Yan immediately put it into the jade bottle, affixed a sealing talisman, and with trembling hands, affixed the Yin-Yang Convergence Talisman again.

The two opposing spiritual energies, incompatible as water and fire, quickly subsided and flowed peacefully through the meridians.

Only then did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief, put the healing pill in his mouth, and use his spiritual power to speed up its melting.

After an unknown amount of time, the wound on his abdomen slowly healed, and Yu Yan sat up cross-legged, silently regulating his breathing.

What exactly is that black mist? It is nourished by spiritual energy, and elixirs and talismans are ineffective against it.

Where did Yang Yun get this thing from...?

Yu Yan closed his eyes and pondered, but he couldn't come up with any clues.

The communication talisman inside the cave suddenly lit up, followed by the voice of Daoist Qinglu.

"Yu Yan, how are your injuries?"

"Reporting back to Master, it's almost done."

"That's good. In that case, come to my dojo. I have something to discuss with you in detail."

"Master, is the competition over?"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the communication talisman, Yu Yan heard a faint "Hmm".

It seems that even though he eliminated the three members of Po Jun, Yuan Fu Peak's winning record was still not as good as Po Jun Mansion's in the end.

So, what were the results for the other immortal peaks?

Yu Yan suddenly remembered that Ancestor Feng Xiaosheng had asked him to make some preparations.

He already had a certain guess in his mind.

"Master, I'm coming right away."