Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

Chu Zifei's heart sank suddenly, and he began to struggle with his own dilemma.

He was not afraid of ordinary sparring, but the tricky part was that he didn't know Zhongwu's fighting techniques at all!

Just as he was slightly stunned, the mocking voice of the short cultivator in front of him rang out again:

"What's wrong? Zhong Mazi, are you scared? This isn't like you at all."

Seeing the two men on the verge of exploding into conflict, Yan Fei quickly stepped forward to mediate and act as a peacemaker.

But the short cultivator was arrogant and wouldn't listen to reason. He was determined to teach this arrogant "Zhongwu" a lesson in public.

Left with no other choice, Chu Zi had no option but to passively accept the challenge.

Countless solutions flashed through his mind, but the one that caught his attention was the stack of talismans, and a plan immediately came to him.

"Since you're so eager to lose face, I'll grant your wish."

Chu Zifei looked down at the short cultivator, his eyes filled with arrogance.

The two of them leaped onto the fighting arena.

Seeing this, Yan Fei knew that further persuasion was useless, so he could only retreat to the edge of the stage and watch quietly.

The duel had already ended, and no one was lingering around. The commotion from the two fighters did not attract any onlookers.

On the dueling platform, the short cultivator took the lead and unleashed his magic weapon in mid-air.

This magical artifact is very strange.

Overall, it is a pitch-black disc, with fine, sharp barbs around its edge, exuding a chilling aura.

Seeing that Chu Zifei remained motionless, the short cultivator's sneer deepened, and he immediately mocked:

"Zhong Mazi, where are those little worms you usually rely on? Why don't you dare let them out today?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Zifei flicked his sleeve, and a streak of light shot out through the air!

The short cultivator subconsciously assumed it was his usual spirit beast, and immediately activated the black disc magic weapon, intending to strike it down from mid-air.

But in the next instant, the light suddenly scattered, turning into four floating talismans that instantly formed an array, trapping him all around!

"burst!"

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Chu Zifei made a hand seal with his fingertips and let out a low shout!

The four bewitching talismans exploded in response, and a cloud of white mist instantly swept out from all directions, directly enveloping the short cultivator.

Caught off guard, the short cultivator was instantly invaded by the white mist, his mind became dizzy, his body became unsteady, and he fell into a state of disorientation.

Chu Zifei seized the opportunity and activated his Lingyun Steps. His figure turned into a blur and he instantly appeared in front of his opponent. He raised his leg and kicked the opponent hard in the face!

That kick was powerful and heavy!

With a muffled thud, the dazed, short cultivator was completely unable to resist. He lost his balance and tumbled off the dueling platform.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and clean, taking only a few breaths to determine the winner.

Chu Zifei looked at the man who had fallen to the ground in a disheveled state below the stage, and said in a contemptuous and mocking tone:

"With your meager abilities, you're not worthy of my using a spirit beast."

The medicinal effects of the white mist had dissipated, and the short cultivator had regained consciousness. His face, bearing a clear shoe print, roared angrily:

"Zhong Mazi! You're as despicable and shameless as ever, only capable of sneak attacks! If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Zi not only found it laughable, but his disdain deepened:

"Fool! You really have a small head and a narrow mind! The path of cultivation is extremely dangerous. In a life-or-death duel, where is the concept of fairness?"

These words struck him like a heavy hammer blow.

The short monk was already furious and embarrassed. These words made him so angry that his blood surged in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

Chu Zifei leaped and gracefully landed on the dueling platform.

He looked up and met Yan Fei's complicated gaze, his eyes clearly showing a hint of disdain, obviously disapproving of his method of winning by sneak attack.

Chu Zifei coughed lightly, feigning composure, and cupped his hands in a smile, saying, "Brother Yan, I'm sorry you had to see this."

Yan Fei suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and replied calmly, "It's alright. I'll have someone settle him in first, and then I'll take Senior Brother Zhong to his room to rest later."

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Yan, but there's no need to trouble yourself. I'll just wander around for a bit."

Chu Zifei immediately declined.

His visit to Yanling Fortress was not for leisure or sightseeing, but to seek an opportunity to break through his cultivation level, so he had no intention of staying to rest.

"In that case, Senior Brother Zhong, please feel free to do as you please."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei said no more, took out a jade slip recording the terrain of the fortress and handed it over. Then he summoned a few people, carried away the unconscious short cultivator, and hurriedly left.

Once everyone had gone far away, Chu Zifei finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

Away from the sight of others, he no longer had to be constantly on edge.

He put away the map and jade slip and strolled leisurely along the stone street.

Yanling Fortress covers a vast area, far exceeding the scale of ordinary ancient fortresses, with a population of over 100,000. However, there are very few cultivators; most are ordinary mortals.

The streets were lined with shops, most of which sold talisman paper and raw materials for alchemy. Only a few shops sold low-level magical artifacts. The shop owners were all ordinary people without any cultivation, and the streets were filled with the atmosphere of worldly life.

Chu Zifei walked leisurely along the way, and soon reached the end of the stone street.

The road splits into three lanes, and a magnificent three-story traditional teahouse stands in the center, with a striking gilded signboard bearing the three characters "Tianheju".

He paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then stepped straight into the teahouse.

As he climbed the stairs to the third floor, several subtle divine senses quietly swept over him and instantly landed on him.

Chu Zifei felt a slight chill run down his spine and secretly investigated without making a sound.

The owners of this divine sense were mostly at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, including disciples of the seven righteous sects and cultivators from other realms with distinct attire.

His gaze swept casually across the entire room, and he quickly spotted a familiar figure.

This person was not Han Li, but the mysterious man wearing the silver ghost face.

Chu Zifei understood.

This man was Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect. He had initially intended to approach and befriend them, but then he suppressed the thought. Since the Spirit Beast Mountain had not yet revealed its true nature, rashly contacting the Ghost Spirit Sect would only cause trouble and arouse suspicion.

He glanced around the room again, then his gaze paused, and he noticed an empty space between the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators and the disciples of the seven sects.

Impartial and well-positioned.

Chu Zifei no longer hesitated, stepped forward slowly, and sat down directly.

His arrival instantly drew the attention of all the cultivators present. Apart from the few who had initially investigated him, everyone else turned to look at him.

The seven sect cultivators who were seated immediately recognized the Spirit Beast Mountain insignia on his clothes. Since they belonged to the same faction, their expressions immediately became friendly, and they all stood up and greeted him with cupped hands.

"I am Zhongwu from Spirit Beast Mountain. Greetings, fellow disciples."

Chu Zifei was humble in demeanor, but his words were extremely smooth.

He secretly sized up the five people opposite him, and was secretly shocked. Three of them were at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, all of whom were stronger than his current early-Foundation Establishment strength.

After taking his seat, he picked up his teacup and took a small sip, appearing relaxed and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the idle chatter around him.

In reality, all his attention was always on Wang Chan, who was not far away.

Wang Chan quickly noticed this direct gaze.