Stealing the Heavens.

Chapter 19 He Learned Sorcery
"Junior Sister Xinyu, do you think Feng Qingwu is courting death?" Zi Dong arrived triumphantly at Zhou Xinyu's cave and directly sentenced the Demon Extermination Division to death.

"Are you sure you can beat Feng Qingwu?!" Zhou Xinyu was not optimistic: "I heard that Feng Qingwu has already broken through to the sixth level of the Innate Realm."

"Even if she breaks through to the ninth level of the Innate Realm, I can easily defeat her!" Zi Dong said proudly.

He still has several thousand units of second-grade luck. The purple aura from the east can easily defeat cultivators in the innate realm, and he can also use his luck to advance quickly.

Zi Dong dared not squander his luck, for it was a life-saving treasure. Besides, he didn't have time to cultivate it now; he would wait until the Demon Hunter Group was more or less complete.

"What makes you think you can defeat Feng Qingwu?!" Zhou Xinyu was very skeptical. Although Zi Dong could obtain luck, his cultivation level had not yet improved.

"You'll find out when the time comes!" Zi Dong said mysteriously. He absolutely couldn't reveal the purple aura coming from the east; he had to find an excuse.

Three days later, at dawn, in the martial arts arena halfway up Yuntian Peak, tens of thousands of disciples of the Yuntian Sect gathered for the life-or-death battle between the Demon Slayer Division and the Demon Hunter Corps.

Although Elder Yuanchen personally presided over the event, the use of magical artifacts was still not allowed; the winner had to be decided by bare hands.

The entire Demon Extermination Division was present, with over a thousand people surrounding the makeshift arena, like security guards maintaining order.

Feng Qingwu changed into a brand new red dress, which looked even more radiant in the morning light. She also specially used an amethyst tassel hairpin to bind her long, black hair.

She was incredibly popular, and her little face was raised proudly as she looked defiantly at Zi Dong across the arena.

"Zi Dong, why aren't all the members of your Demon Hunter Team here yet?!" Elder Yuan Chen, sitting high up beside the arena, asked impatiently.

The Demon Extermination Division sent over a thousand people, but the Demon Hunter Team consisted of only Zi Dong and Zhou Xinyu.

Elder Yuanchen knew that most of the members of the Demon Hunter Team were affiliated with sects, so he gave them extra time, but still no one came.

"Master, there are only two of us in the Demon Hunting Team. We can begin now," Zi Dong said to Elder Yuan Chen with a relaxed expression, cupping his fists in greeting.

"There are three matches, how can the Demon Hunter Team only have two people?!" Elder Yuanchen immediately questioned angrily.

"Master, isn't it supposed to be two wins out of three? Junior Sister Xinyu and I are enough!" Zi Dong said confidently, cupping his fists to Elder Yuan Chen again.

With a "whoosh," the entire training ground fell into a deathly silence; not even a breath could be heard. Everyone turned to look at Feng Qingwu.

Zi Dong is blatantly slapping the Demon Slayer Bureau in the face. The Demon Hunter Team doesn't need a third match at all; they can wipe out the Demon Slayer Bureau in just two!

"Zi Dong, you come up here!" Amidst the rage of all the members of the Demon Slayer Division, Feng Qingwu jumped onto the arena and roared at Zi Dong below, her face flushed redder than her skirt.

She wanted to beat Zi Dong to a pulp, especially that handsome face of his—she wanted to turn it into a pig's head!

"Master, may we begin?" Zi Dong ignored Feng Qingwu and asked Elder Yuan Chen with clasped hands.

"Begin!" Elder Yuanchen was furious; he knew he had to teach Zidong a lesson after the competition.

One can be arrogant in front of an opponent, but one must absolutely respect the opponent. Zi Dong not only showed no respect, but also insulted the Demon Slayer Bureau.

"Please!" As soon as Elder Yuanchen finished speaking, Zi Dong immediately leaped onto the arena and raised his right hand in a graceful gesture of invitation.

"You're asking for it!" Feng Qingwu was about to explode with anger. She squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, leaped up, and threw a punch straight at Zi Dong's handsome face.

Zi Dong took a half step back and immediately formed a hand seal, but his movements were clumsy, like a child counting on his fingers.

Wisps of purple energy flew rapidly from between the ten fingers that were forming hand seals, rushing straight towards Feng Qingwu.

Feng Qingwu's figure froze instantly. A cultivator at the Innate Realm could release their true energy, but the distance could never be this far! Moreover, Zi Dong's true energy was purple. He could not possibly possess the luck of an eighth-grade cultivator, but what kind of spiritual root attribute is purple?!

Just as a strange purple aura approached, Feng Qingwu unleashed a flurry of punches.

But the wisps of purple energy pierced through her fists and bound her tightly in the blink of an eye.

This time, they became incredibly famous!

Zhou Xinyu, sitting below the stage, stared wide-eyed in astonishment. The hand seals Zi Dong was forming were the same ones she used to control her flying sword.

However, it only resembles the form and is completely useless. Moreover, the technique is for controlling the flying sword, not for controlling true energy.

These techniques are used by the immortals of the Central Continent. Even Zhou Xinyu had some difficulty using them. How could Zi Dong, a mere cultivator in the Innate Realm, possibly use them?

However, the purple energy generated by those hand seals really bound Feng Qingwu tightly, suppressing her true energy of both wind and fire attributes back into her body.

The more Feng Qingwu struggled, the tighter the purple aura bound her, as if countless purple threads, like a spider web, were truly binding her tightly.

"Master, Zi Dong is practicing demonic arts!" Feng Qingwu shouted at Elder Yuan Chen while struggling violently, filled with shame, indignation, and shock.

"Zi Dong, what kind of magic is this?" Elder Yuan Chen knew, of course, that it was not a demonic art. Not only did it not have a trace of seductive charm, but it also contained a righteous aura.

"Master, this is the most powerful Binding Immortal and God Technique of our Daoist sect." Zi Dong quickly stopped making hand seals and clasped his hands in response to Elder Yuan Chen.

"Did you learn it from the Scripture Pavilion?" Elder Yuanchen frowned almost imperceptibly before prompting Zi Dong.

"Reporting to the Hall Master, it was not learned from the Scripture Pavilion, but from a Celestial Venerable in my dream."

Zi Dong, however, did not give him any face, because the scripture was not in the library and the incantation was just randomly performed; he himself did not understand it.

Defeating Feng Qingwu would reduce the consumption of second-grade luck, but Zi Dong didn't know how Donglai Ziqi would defeat Feng Qingwu.

If I hurt Feng Qingwu, I'll offend a lot of people. This girl is the most beautiful girl in the sect, so I'll just waste an extra 500 points and directly bind Feng Qingwu.

"Feng Qingwu, do you admit defeat?" Elder Yuanchen glared at Zi Dong, who was spouting nonsense, and immediately asked Feng Qingwu, hoping to end the competition as soon as possible.

"Master, Zi Dong is talking nonsense! He's using sorcery!" Feng Qingwu refused to admit defeat and insisted that it was sorcery.

She is currently unable to break free from these purple true energy threads; her own fire-attribute true energy is suppressed within her body, making it unable to resist the purple threads.

"Feng Qingwu, do you think I can't even distinguish between Taoist magic and demonic arts?!" Elder Yuanchen was immediately enraged.

Zi Dong is already beyond redemption, yet Feng Qingwu is leading him astray. Can't a dignified elder at the Integration Realm see through this sorcery?
"Master, I admit defeat!" Feng Qingwu finally realized that continuing would only be going against Elder Yuanchen.

"Zi Dong, release Feng Qingwu and proceed to the next match," Elder Yuan Chen ordered with a grim expression.

"Yes, Master." Zi Dong quickly agreed, pretending to make a hand seal again, secretly instructing Dong Lai to return the purple energy to his body.

"Zi Dong, I won't let you get away with this!" Feng Qingwu, now free, uttered a vicious threat before leaping off the stage.

"Junior Sister Qingwu, it's just a competition. You can't threaten me," Zi Dong said, adopting the air of a senior brother.

"Zi Dong, get down here!" Elder Yuan Chen shouted angrily. These two guys were treating him, an elder, like he didn't exist!
(End of this chapter)