Stealing the Heavens.

Chapter 42 Beating the Supreme Elder

"Sect Master, I just wanted to stop them. Continuing like this will only result in mutual destruction," Elder Feng Song calmly argued.

Feng Qingwu's cultivation level was still too low, and she couldn't unleash the power of the Fire Phoenix at all, so Elder Feng Song was naturally anxious.

He had been very discreet, yet he still couldn't escape Zhou Yunting's detection, which surprised him.

Has Zhou Yunting already crossed the threshold of becoming a cultivator?!

"This competition was presided over by Elder Yuanchen, and I, the sect master, have been in control of it all. There is no need for the Grand Elder to interfere!" Zhou Yunting reprimanded with a gloomy face.

The First Elder remained silent, lowering his head to conceal the anger in his old eyes, and secretly resolved to seize the position of Sect Master!

The Feng family patriarch and another elder exchanged a glance but remained silent, gazing at the sky above the arena as if in deep meditation.

The Fire Phoenix was being chased by the giant purple mist and had already flown into the sky. If it went beyond the arena's range, Elder Yuanchen would directly determine that Feng Qingwu had lost the challenge.

Feng Qingwu was even more anxious. She flew higher into the sky, but her true energy could no longer sustain her flight. However, the large purple mist hand was relentlessly pursuing her.

She could clearly sense the oppressive force of the purple mist hand, which was definitely beyond what her controlled fire phoenix spirit could handle.

However, given Feng Qingwu's stubborn nature, she would never admit defeat. Even if it meant certain death, she would fight to the bitter end.

Grandpa not only helped her condense the spirit of the fire phoenix, but also the spirit of the wind dragon, only instructing her not to use them at the same time.

However, the Fire Phoenix alone was no match for Zi Dong's Purple Mist Hand, so Feng Qingwu decided to summon the Wind Dragon Spirit as well.

"Qingwu, you mustn't!" Just as Feng Qingwu was about to activate the Wind Dragon Spirit, Elder Feng Song immediately stood up and shouted urgently.

He left his divine soul imprint in the spirits of the Fire Phoenix and the Wind Dragon, so that Feng Song could sense it whenever Feng Qingwu made a thought.

"Yun Ting, let's make them stop first," the Feng family patriarch suddenly turned to Zhou Yun Ting and said calmly.

"Grandmaster Feng, they haven't decided who's the winner yet." Zhou Yunting frowned slightly, then relaxed and looked at the Feng family patriarch with a smile.

"Yun Ting, the giant hand that Zi Dong unleashed is probably more than just luck. Let's stop for now!"

Li Kunlun's grandmaster, Qi Zifeng, angrily gave the order, believing that Zhou Yunting was protecting his disciple.

"Uncle Qi, besides luck, what else did you see?" Zhou Yunting's fair, chubby face immediately darkened.

Qi Zifeng was his master's junior brother, and Zhou Yunting had done everything he could to obstruct him when he took over as sect leader, so naturally he wouldn't be polite to him.

The patriarch of the Feng family was two generations higher than Zhou Yunting's master, and the Feng family had a great deal of influence in the Yuntian Sect, so Zhou Yunting still had to respect them.

As for Qi Zifeng, he could only rely on the Feng family to oppose him, so how could Zhou Yunting give Qi Zifeng a good look?

"Naturally, we need to call Zi Dong over for a thorough investigation to find out if he is practicing any evil or heretical methods!"

Qi Zifeng's face immediately turned red, not only because he was rebuked by Zhou Yunting, but also because he genuinely didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Yun Ting, make them stop first. If Zi Dong is fine, then consider Qing Wu to have lost the competition."

The patriarch of the Feng family spoke again, clearly convinced that Zi Dong was the problem; otherwise, he wouldn't have directly taken the initiative to admit defeat on Feng Qingwu's behalf.

“Since Grandmaster Feng has spoken, let them suspend the competition.” Zhou Yunting glanced at Qi Zifeng, who was glaring at him, and gave the Feng family patriarch some face.

Elder Yuanchen immediately ordered the competition to stop, but Zidong could not control the purple mist hand, and the purple aura from the east was beyond his control.

"Junior Sister Qingwu, the competition has been suspended! Quickly recall your Fire Phoenix Spirit!" Zi Dong shouted to Feng Qingwu in a moment of inspiration. Feng Qingwu, stopped by her grandfather, dared not mobilize her Wind Dragon Spirit again and was being chased and dodging by the purple mist.

The fire phoenix's cries grew increasingly mournful, each one more intense than the last. Some disciples had already used their inner energy to cover their ears; it was truly a pitiful sight.

Reminded by Zi Dong, although annoyed that he hadn't withdrawn the purple mist hand, Feng Qingwu quickly withdrew her fire phoenix spirit and flew out of the arena on her sword.

At this moment, Feng Qingwu's red dress was disheveled, her long hair was loose, and her face was covered in sweat, as if she had just been bullied.

Having lost sight of the Fire Phoenix, the purple mist hand circled once above the arena before returning to Zi Dong's body.

This also made Zi Dong think of a serious problem: how to take back the purple aura that comes from the east when the luck energy is consumed?
There's no problem when facing an enemy, but during sect competitions, the Eastern Purple Qi must defeat the opponent to return to his body.

Especially when facing an opponent like Feng Qingwu, Donglai Purple Qi clearly intends to devour the Fire Phoenix, so it seems he really can't activate it casually.

"Zi Dong, the two Supreme Elders want to examine your body. If you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear. So put your mind at ease!"

As Zi Dong was secretly pondering, Zhou Yunting suddenly shouted loudly, even cursing the Feng family patriarch as a ghost.

Furthermore, telling Zi Dong to relax his mind is clearly a sign of underestimating the two Supreme Elders. Do Void Breaking Realm cultivators need to relax their minds to investigate a mere Innate Realm cultivator?
The Feng family patriarch remained calm and composed, as if he hadn't heard Zhou Yunting's words, but Qi Zifeng was furious and instantly teleported to the arena.

Grabbing Zi Dong's shoulder, he immediately flooded into Zi Dong's body with his divine sense, much to Zi Dong's surprise.

With a "bang," just as Qi Zifeng's divine sense was about to rush into Zi Dong's main meridian, a huge purple mist fist suddenly burst out of Zi Dong's chest, directly smashing Qi Zifeng away.

Facing a disciple at the Innate Realm, how could Qi Zifeng possibly be prepared? He almost broke all the bones in his body.

"Zi Dong, how could you attack the Supreme Elder?!" Zhou Yunting immediately stood up and angrily rebuked.

However, a smug smirk played on his lips, making him appear not to be angry with Zi Dong at all.

"Sect Master, it wasn't the disciple, it was the Qi Luck Spiritual Root that did it on its own!" Zi Dong quickly explained, he himself was also startled.

"Zifeng, are you alright?" The Feng family patriarch stared intently at Zidong for a moment before looking at Qi Zifeng, who was lying motionless on the ground below the arena.

"It's nothing!" Qi Zifeng finally stood up. He was indeed fine, but it was just too embarrassing.

He glared fiercely at Zi Dong on the arena, wishing he could devour him alive, before returning to the side of the Feng family patriarch.

"Yun Ting, is Zi Dong truly a person with a strong destiny and spiritual root?!" The Feng family patriarch's expression was extremely solemn. He could sense that Zi Dong had not yet made a move.

Even if Zi Dong intervenes, he can't do anything to Qi Zifeng. Can a mosquito kill an elephant?

There are many kinds of spiritual roots, and there are even emotional spiritual roots that can directly control other people's emotions and turn them into mental illnesses.

In the Heavenly Fortune Continent, where fortune is paramount, the appearance of a fortune-based spiritual root is not surprising, but it is simply too domineering.

“Grandmaster Feng, I have never seen what a Qi Luck Spiritual Root looks like, but Zi Dong’s spiritual root is indeed related to Qi Luck, but he cannot control it freely yet.”

Zhou Yunting answered respectfully, but he glanced at Qi Zifeng, who was furious.

He was secretly overjoyed. He went to check on Zi Dong for no reason. This is called reaping what you sow, and it has nothing to do with Zi Dong. Who told him to be unable to control himself?

"Yun Ting, regardless of whether Zi Dong has a Qi Luck Spiritual Root or not, the sect's resources must be tilted towards him, and he should be given as much Qi Luck as he needs!"

The Feng family patriarch stared intently at Zi Dong for a moment, then instructed Zhou Yunting to fully support Zi Dong and help him grow up as quickly as possible.

Although Zhou Yunting agreed, he secretly plotted that the Feng family patriarch was using him to cultivate Zi Dong, and then waiting for an opportunity to snatch him to the Feng family!
(End of this chapter)