Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The Seed of the Heavenly Demon merged completely with the true spirit of the Brahma Sound.

They were not detected by Mo Yuan's investigation in the slightest.

Everything is under control.

After a while.

"Well……"

A soft moan came from the side.

The chanting of Sanskrit has awakened me.

Under the miraculous power of the Nine-Turn Creation Pill, her damaged true spirit was greatly nourished.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Those clear, cold eyes held a hint of bewilderment, as if they had just woken up.

She sat up.

He raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"I……"

The voice of the Buddhist chant was somewhat hoarse.

Memories flood in like a tidal wave.

She remembered being driven to the brink of despair, and how she recklessly liberated her bloodline, falling into the demonic path.

He recalled that final claw that tore through Su Yu's chest.

then.

The memory abruptly ended.

She looked down at the blood still on her hands.

He raised his head again and looked into the distance.

There.

Su Yu was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his chest injury mostly healed, and he was quietly watching her.

The pupils of the Brahma sound contracted slightly.

He didn't collapse?

After falling into demonic possession, how come I couldn't defeat him?

Not only did it not fall, it did not collapse.

Fan Yin suddenly felt that something subtle had changed deep within her true spirit.

It's hard to explain, hard to define.

It was as if a strange softness had suddenly been injected into the originally cold and hard killing will.

especially.

When her gaze fell on Su Yu again.

That kind of hostility and murderous intent that should belong between rivals.

Surprisingly, most of it disappeared inexplicably.

Instead, there is an absurd...pleasing to the eye?

Just like...

This half-dragon boy suddenly became less repulsive, and instead possessed a strange quality that brought her a sense of peace.

"What's going on...?"

Fan Yin's expression changed slightly.

She immediately activated her peak-level divine sense and thoroughly examined her body three times, inside and out.

It is not poisonous.

There is no curse.

No divine or soul restrictions were placed upon it.

Everything was perfectly normal.

"Could it be that the aftereffects of falling into demonic possession have caused my state of mind to become distorted?"

The Sanskrit chant resonated in my heart, forcing myself to find an explanation.

She is the Primordial Geng Metal White Tiger, the Holy Maiden of the Primordial Demon Sect.

Pride and self-control are ingrained in our very being.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that inexplicable flutter of emotion.

His eyes regained their coldness and aloofness.

She looked at Elder Mo Yuan, who was standing to the side.

"Elder Mo Yuan."

Fan Yin stood up, her breath still somewhat weak, but her back remained ramrod straight.

There is only one thing she cares about most.

"This competition."

"Did you win?"

His voice was calm, yet it conveyed an extreme obsession with victory.

Mo Yuan looked at her.

A complex emotion flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He shook his head.

"We lost."

Two words.

It was like a heavy hammer blow to the heart of the monk.

"You forcibly fell into demonic possession, suffered a backlash from your bloodline, and collapsed unconscious."

Mo Yuan's voice was calm and unhurried as he stated the facts.

"And Long Yu, despite being seriously injured, stood until the very end."

"According to the rules, the winner is Long Yu."

The chanting fell silent.

She stood still.

His hands were slightly clenched inside his sleeves.

Lost.

She, a dignified Saintess at the peak of the town, used all her trump cards, even at the cost of falling into demonic possession.

In the end, they actually lost to a mixed-race person?

This blow was unprecedented for her.

but.

Surprisingly.

Facing the opponent who defeated him.

She felt not a trace of hatred.

Even that sense of humiliation was replaced by a strange calm.

This feeling made her feel a little panicked.

"but."

Elder Mo Yuan's voice rang out again, interrupting Fan Yin's thoughts.

"It's not a big problem."

He looked at Fan Yin and Su Yu.

"This practical battle is only to select those who are qualified to receive my inheritance."

"Both of you have demonstrated a talent and foundation that is rarely seen throughout history."

A sharp glint flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes.

The top ten spots have been decided.

"Winning or losing in actual combat does not represent the final outcome."

"Next."

Mo Yuan turned around and looked at the tightly closed black gate of the Transmission Hall.

"There's one last test."

"This final round is the key to determining who will inherit my mantle."

Upon hearing this...

Fan Yin simply took a deep breath.

He turned his head slowly.

Their gazes fell on Su Yu once again.

This time, her eyes held a complex expression.

There was resentment, scrutiny, and a hint of intimacy that even she herself couldn't perceive, a result of the subtle influence of the demonic seed.

"Long Yu".

The Sanskrit voice spoke.

The voice remained cool, but it lacked some of the aloof indifference it once held.

"You're lucky this time."

She looked into Su Yu's deep, restrained eyes.

"but."

"The ancient Geng metal White Tiger never admits defeat."

Fan Yin slightly raised her chin, revealing the pride of a saintess at this moment.

"Sooner or later."

"I will defeat you with my own hands!!"

It was a resounding statement.

There was no hysterical anger, only a kind of unwavering persistence restrained to the extreme.

Done.

Fan Yin didn't look at Su Yu again.

She turned around.

Although her steps were slightly unsteady due to weakness, she still walked firmly toward the Hall of Transmission.

A black dress fluttered in the wind.

Although there was still one round left, a loss was a loss, and she was unwilling to compete any further.

Su Yu sat on the ground.

Watching the departing figure of the Brahma.

His deep eyes were calm and undisturbed.

"Defeat me?"

Su Yu repeated the sentence in his heart.

He knew that the seed of the Heavenly Demon had already taken root.

From now on, she will never be able to harbor any real murderous intent towards herself in her subconscious.

This hidden weapon has been perfectly embedded in the deepest part of the Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss.

Su Yu slowly stood up.

The medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Creation Pill has been completely absorbed.

The physical injuries have mostly healed.

He patted the dust off his coarse cloth robe.

His expression was calm.

at this time.

The other finalists had also gathered in the square.

Those few demon and monster cultivators who had survived to the end in the previous melee or stood out by virtue of their strength.

They stood behind Su Yu, maintaining a respectful distance.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

And below the arena.

Qinglin, who had been eliminated early on, was now squeezed at the very front of the crowd.

She watched Su Yu's retreating figure, her eyes filled with fervor and adoration.

"Let's go."

In mid-air, Elder Mo Yuan waved his sleeve.

Rumble.

The tightly closed black gate of the Transmission Hall slowly opened to both sides.

An ancient, profound aura, imbued with the vicissitudes of time, emanated from within the door.

"Enter the inner palace."

"Your final test is about to begin."

Su Yu remained calm.

No hesitation.

He strode forward, leading the nine people behind him.

They stepped gently into the dark Hall of Transmission of Skills.