Stealing the Heavens.

Chapter 38 The point of a tournament is to have a lively atmosphere.

"We're early!" Zhou Xinyu didn't see Feng Qingwu and Li Kunlun. She looked up at the sliver of dawn shining through the pale purple clouds at the summit and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

Elder Yuanchen was leading the stewards toward the martial arts arena. Feng Qingwu and Li Kunlun hadn't arrived yet. They were really putting on airs!
“Junior Sister Xinyu, although you are the sect leader’s daughter, you have only been in the Yuntian Sect for a short time. As the senior brother, I am merely a figurehead and cannot compare with Feng Qingwu and Li Kunlun at all. Of course, I cannot put on airs!”

Zi Dong chuckled self-deprecatingly. Although Li Kunlun did not have a family background as profound as Feng Qingwu's, he had been in the Yuntian Sect for a long time and naturally had a wide network of connections, which gave him the capital to be arrogant.

"Hmph, it won't be long before I show them who the pillar of the Cloud Heaven Sect truly is!"

Zhou Xinyu snorted coldly and glared at Zi Dong with dissatisfaction. This guy was no longer being low-key, but extremely passive.

Elder Yuanchen personally presided over the challenge, but his expression was quite grim. All the disciples had arrived, but Feng Qingwu and Li Kunlun were nowhere to be seen.

The Supreme Elder, the Sect Master, the First Elder, and all the elders will come to watch the battle, and Elder Yuanchen must lead all his disciples to welcome them.

Especially Li Kunlun, as the challenger, should have been present. The sect leader was about to arrive with the Supreme Elder, but there was no sign of him at all.

"Go and fetch Li Kunlun!" Elder Yuanchen ordered sternly to one of the stewards beside him, his face grim.

In fact, Elder Yuanchen had already spotted Li Kunlun, who was walking slowly towards the martial arts arena with Feng Qingwu, following behind the two Supreme Elders.

Elder Yuanchen's words were meant for the two Supreme Elders, who were leading the way in violating sect rules and encouraging the disciples' spoiled nature.

The steward naturally knew that Elder Yuanchen was speaking to the two Supreme Elders and Li Kunlun.

Even if he were actually asked to go, he wouldn't dare. After agreeing, he would continue to keep his eyes down and stand there motionless.

Moreover, Li Kunlun was already at the Great Perfection of the Core Formation Realm and would soon become a Sea Transformation Realm steward; he was unwilling to offend his colleagues.

After Elder Yuanchen gave his instructions, he remained seated without moving, allowing Zhou Yunting to lead the two Supreme Elders to their seats.

The First Elder Feng Song glared at Elder Yuan Chen, but did not dare to question him. Elder Yuan Chen was known for his stubbornness, and he did not want to be rebuked in front of so many people.

Moreover, Elder Yuanchen's ancestor was also a cultivator, so the two Supreme Elders dared not do anything to him, especially since they were in the wrong first.

Feng Qingwu and Li Kunlun were sitting right behind the two Supreme Elders, which made Elder Yuanchen even angrier, so he simply closed his eyes.

Zhou Yunting saw all of this. Elder Yuanchen had given up, and he couldn't just ignore it, since there were tens of thousands of disciples here.

"Elder Yuanchen, the competition can begin." Zhou Yunting quickly reminded him, knowing that giving the two Grand Elders a cold shoulder was enough.

"Li Kunlun has not arrived!" Elder Yuanchen replied stiffly without opening his eyes, completely ignoring Li Kunlun.

"Li Kunlun, hurry up and report to Elder Yuanchen!" Zhou Yunting's face also turned cold. Li Kunlun was really asking for trouble.

"Yes, Sect Master." Li Kunlun could not refuse Zhou Yunting's request, so he took his leave from the two Supreme Elders and immediately went to Elder Yuanchen.

"Zi Dong, the challenge begins, step onto the stage!" Before Li Kunlun could get close, Elder Yuan Chen suddenly opened his cold eyes and shouted at Zi Dong.

Li Kunlun froze on the spot, unsure whether to step onto the arena or continue reporting to Elder Yuanchen.

"Master, Li Kunlun hasn't arrived yet. Who will Zi Dong challenge?" Zhou Xinyu grabbed Zi Dong and shouted, glaring at Li Kunlun on the other side of the arena.

"Once Zi Dong steps onto the arena, I will declare him the winner." Elder Yuan Chen glanced at the two Supreme Elders, a smug look on his lips.

"Master, your disciple is here!" Li Kunlun shouted quickly, flying onto the arena before Zi Dong could.

The farce finally ended, and Elder Yuanchen couldn't go too far; he just needed to teach the two Grand Elders a lesson. "No use of spiritual weapons, no harm to life, let's begin." Elder Yuanchen still ignored Li Kunlun and directly announced the rules.

A murmur arose around the arena: "No spirit weapons allowed? Does that mean magic weapons are allowed?"
"Don't harm lives" means you can beat someone so badly they can't take care of themselves?
Spiritual weapons generally refer to offensive weapons, while magical artifacts are mostly auxiliary, primarily for defense.

In the past, neither spiritual weapons nor magical artifacts were allowed in arena competitions, but Elder Yuanchen changed the rules.

Zhou Yunting remained silent, as did the two Supreme Elders, as if they had not heard Elder Yuanchen's words or the surrounding discussions.

"Elder Yuanchen, you forgot to say that we are not allowed to use magic weapons!" Feng Yuntian quickly reminded him under the prompting gaze of the First Elder Feng Song.

Zi Dong can defeat his enemy in one move with the help of spiritual artifacts and magic weapons, and Zhou Yunting just gave him a set of Small Heavenly Cycle Tai Xu Chen Sha, so he absolutely cannot be allowed to use it.

“Vice Sect Master Feng, this challenge is presided over by me, so the rules should naturally be set by me!” Elder Yuanchen retorted to Feng Yuntian with a single sentence.

"Sect Master, this is a contest between disciples. It's better to fight bare-handed and stop when the point is reached."

Seeing that Feng Yuntian was speechless after being rebuked, and glaring at Elder Yuanchen with a flushed face, Elder Feng Song quickly asked Zhou Yunting to step in.

"Elder, with two Supreme Elders here, there shouldn't be any problems even if we use magical artifacts, right?"

Zhou Yunting glanced at the two Supreme Elders with their eyes slightly closed and said with a faint smile.

"Zi Dong, why aren't you going up to the arena to start the challenge?" Before Elder Feng Song could say anything more, Elder Yuan Chen immediately shouted.

Zi Dong quickly agreed, leaped onto the stage, and threw a punch straight at Li Kunlun.

As he leaped onto the ring, he plucked 100 red leaves from the Luck Tree, preparing to punch Li Kunlun off the ring.

However, to Zi Dong's surprise, Li Kunlun was even faster than him, and countless sword energies shot out.

Zi Dong quickly slammed on the brakes, and before the purple aura from the east could leave the main vein, he immediately summoned a grain of Tai Xu Chen Sha.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," as a series of whooshing sounds rang out on the arena, Li Kunlun's countless sword energies were instantly smashed into nothingness by a purple light.

Moreover, the purple light swiftly struck Li Kunlun's handsome face, giving him no chance to react.

As Li Kunlun retreated rapidly, he continued to unleash sword energy, and quickly took out a folding fan from his storage bag.

With a "whoosh," even in such a critical moment, Li Kunlun didn't forget to strike a dashing pose, opening his folding fan like a refined gentleman.

"Whoosh..." A whirlwind immediately flew out from the landscape folding fan, suddenly enveloping the rushing purple light and spinning it directly into the sky.

Zi Dong curled his lip in disdain, then used 100 points of second-grade Qi to conjure a grain of Taixu Sinking Sand, to see how many Wind Whirlpools you have to use!
While unleashing sword energy to attack Zi Dong, Li Kunlun also activated the whirlwind on his landscape folding fan, finally blocking Zi Dong's eleven grains of Taixu Sinking Sand.

To activate the twelfth pill, one would need 10,000 points of second-grade luck, which Zi Dong didn't want to waste.

At this moment, Li Kunlun was no longer able to unleash sword energy. He focused all his efforts on controlling the eleven whirlwinds, which entangled the eleven grains of Void Sand in the high sky.

Zi Dong stared at the eleven whirlwinds above the arena, crossed his arms, and walked toward Li Kunlun with a sly grin.

He doesn't need to control the eleven grains of Taixu Sinking Sand; that's a matter for the Eastern Purple Qi, so Zi Dong can move freely.

(End of this chapter)