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"Brother Xiangdong, Jianxiang is quite skillful with the Nine Heavens Sword. He's a child truly willing to focus," Lin Daoyan praised proudly.

"Oh, come now, Yiru's Sword Charms are unmatched. Now *that's* truly impressive," Li Xiangdong said, his face showing no change, but beneath his broad, dark Taoist robe, his right hand clenched into a fist, gripping hard.

High above the Martial Arts Field, amidst the clouds, Lin Daoyan and Li Jianxiang's father, Li Xiangdong, stood on a flying boat, looking down at the ongoing battle between Li Jianxiang and Lin Yiru.

Similarly high in the sky, Elders from other halls and palaces also soared on their Instruments, watching or selecting disciples.

The Phoenix Creek Sect was an Overlord Sect that ruled over an entire province. In an era when the Martial Saints and Supreme Elders had transcended the mundane world, the benefits and resources they, as Sect Elders, could garner were beyond what martial artists from unaffiliated families could imagine.

The only things that could truly pique their interest, besides matters involving Martial Saints, were probably their own descendants or personal disciples.

...

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Lin Yiru once again unleashed multiple fireballs by activating her Talismans, but her heart sank further and further.

The stack of Talisman papers that had filled an entire storage bag was almost depleted!

In front of her, Li Jianxiang, who had looked like a Sword Immortal when he first entered the arena, now resembled a complete vagrant. But Li Jianxiang was still holding on. He dodged left and right on the pitted stage, enduring Lin Yiru's Talisman attacks.

When he noticed Lin Yiru hesitating, the assaults summoned from her Talismans growing weaker, a low, sinister chuckle escaped him. "Heh heh..."

Li Jianxiang had never imagined Lin Yiru would be so crazed. A Pharmacist, not using poison against him but Talismans instead... she was truly! thinking! too! highly! of! him!

Li Jianxiang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing fiercely.

Since you started it, don't blame me for finishing it!

With a snarl, Li Jianxiang immediately counterattacked, his ferocity like a wolf tearing into a tiger, drawing gasps of astonishment from the audience.

Seeing this, Zhu Wushang, in the spectator seats, wore a grim expression, his fists clenched tightly, the very image of an older brother extremely worried about his sister.

"Xiaoru..." he murmured.

Hearing the concerned murmurs from his Senior Brother Zhu Wushang, Hong Yuan reined in his wandering thoughts and squinted to watch.

Just one glance at the white-hot battle between Li Jianxiang and Lin Yiru, and a feeling arose in Hong Yuan: with his physical strength alone, he could crush these two children of Sect Elders with one hand.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Li Jianxiang roared, condensing his killing intent into each sword strike, every swing unleashing sharp sword gleams.

Lin Yiru, however, with her dwindling supply of Talismans and True Essence, was forced from offense to defense.

The moment Li Jianxiang suddenly pressed his attack, Lin Yiru decisively unleashed her final counterstrike.

Succeed or die trying!

A dense volley of ice arrows, fireballs, and falling rocks from her Talismans surged forward, directly targeting Li Jianxiang.

Li Jianxiang's face twisted into a vicious smile. Channeling his True Essence, he swung his longsword, and a phantom image of Yellow Heaven surprisingly manifested behind him.

"The Nine Heavens Sword at the Minor Accomplishment Stage?!" Zhu Wushang cried out in shock. "How is that possible!"

The spectators were also shocked by Li Jianxiang's move.

Everyone knew the Nine Heavens Sword was a fifth-tier Cultivation Technique. He might be a prodigy, but surely he couldn't have mastered it to the Minor Accomplishment Stage in just two years of enrollment? Unless...

"Heh, Brother Xiangdong, you truly are willing to spare no expense," Lin Daoyan said coldly.

"Not at all. My Jianxiang has loved the Sword Tao since childhood, determined to conquer all with a single blade, unlike your niece, who is peerless with both Sword Charms and Talismans..." Li Xiangdong's lips twitched upwards slightly, his words laced with subtle mockery.

Of course, Li Jianxiang couldn't have mastered the Nine Heavens Sword, a fifth-tier Cultivation Technique, before even joining the sect. But rules are rigid, and people are flexible...

Lin Daoyan obviously understood this, so he continued to watch the juniors' contest with a grim expression. Thе lаtеst сhаptеrs аrе uplоаdеd first оn М|V|LЕ3МРYR.

But when Lin Daoyan saw Li Jianxiang gaining an absolute advantage, and then brutally beat his daughter, Lin Yiru, until she lay in a pool of her own blood, he could no longer contain his anger. With a cold snort, he turned and left.

On the stage, Lin Yiru lay in a pool of blood, her hair disheveled, a thoroughly unsightly mess, utterly powerless to resist. She looked as wretched as Zhao Gonghe had earlier.

Seeing this, Zhu Wushang's expression turned as dark as a thundercloud, his gaze like that of a furious lion fiercely fixed on Li Jianxiang.

Zhu Wushang was about to instruct Hong Yuan to deal with Li Jianxiang. He had just turned his head when he heard Hong Yuan exclaim:

"AAAAAH! THIS IS INFURIATING!

Despicable Li Jianxiang, how dare you do this to Yiru! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"

Hong Yuan's eyes blazed with rage, like a powder keg about to explode.

Hong Yuan knew very well that after this incident, he had to make a stand against Li Jianxiang, or else he would incur the dissatisfaction of his Master and Senior Brother. In that case, he might as well take the initiative! A qualified disciple of the righteous path acts when instructed by their Master. An outstanding disciple, one worth cultivating, proactively helps their Master resolve worries!

Besides, what Hong Yuan aimed for was to persevere, not to cower. As for Li Jianxiang, he was just a couple of punches away from defeat, at most!

"Senior Brother, lend me another ten thousand Energy Stones! I must thrash this Li Jianxiang. How dare he treat Yiru this way! Unforgivable, unforgivable!" Hong Yuan snarled, his face contorted with anger.

Senior Brother Zhu Wushang nodded gently, pleased with Yuan's deep concern for Xiaoru. But in the next moment, his own fury intensified. "Yuan, here are twenty thousand Energy Stones. As long as you teach Li Jianxiang a harsh lesson, the thirty thousand Energy Stones you borrowed from me need not be returned."

Hong Yuan's pupils contracted slightly as he accepted the storage bag containing twenty thousand Energy Stones, his expression solemn.

"These are intelligence reports on Li Jianxiang. Take them," Zhu Wushang said, pulling a thick stack of documents from his own extra-large storage bag and handing them to Hong Yuan.

To help Xiaoru defeat Li Jianxiang, he, Zhu Wushang, had gathered detailed intelligence, an effort that had cost him many favors and a huge sum of Energy Stones. It was a pity Xiaoru had refused his help...

Hong Yuan accepted the stack of documents, promising not to disappoint his Senior Brother.

But deep down, Hong Yuan couldn't help thinking: Why does this feel so familiar? Oh, I remember now! This is exactly what the villains in novels do... Li Jianxiang defeats Lin Yiru, and then I, his peer, step in. After I'm defeated by Li Jianxiang, an enraged Senior Brother Zhu loses his cool and attacks Li Jianxiang, only to be stopped by Li Jianxiang's master. Li Jianxiang then trains harder, defeats Senior Brother Zhu, and finally, our Master is forced to act... Inevitably, Lin Yiru will end up living a life of regret, spending her days in tears. No, wait, when did I suddenly become a minor villain?! Oh well, a villain is a villain. It's an easy task anyway, and why turn down free money? That's a whole thirty thousand Energy Stones! Even Brother Cong Sheng and Bai Wei would probably have to struggle for more than a decade to earn that much.

Afterward, Hong Yuan accompanied Senior Brother Zhu Wushang in taking the unconscious Lin Yiru to Paulownia Peak.

The few cultivator disciples from Lin Yiru's clique scattered like startled birds and beasts the moment Zhu Wushang appeared, fleeing in disarray.

Zhu Wushang gazed at Lin Yiru with tender concern. But when he saw her body covered in wounds, his anger surged, layer upon layer. The sheer oppressive might of his aura made even Hong Yuan tremble.

He was like an enraged bull, ready to gore anyone in his path!