Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 190 Decisive
The next day, the sky was clear and the clouds were bright. At the Luoyun Sect competition field, all the sects in Bianxi City gathered together again. Compared with yesterday, the number of people in each sect had been reduced by half, so those who were eliminated would naturally not come back.

But there were more Luoyun Sect disciples watching than yesterday.

At the high-top gambling table, individual odds have been announced.

In the first match, Lin Zixiang's opponent was Huang Quan, the elder of Zhenjiang Liu Sect.

Both of them have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. Lin Zixiang's odds are 80 to 10, and Huang Quan's odds are 10 to 10.

"Senior Brother Xu, these two are both at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Why are the odds for one 80 and the other 100?" asked a new disciple from Luoyun Sect.

"Of course this has a basis. Lin Zixiang has dual spiritual roots, and Huang Quan has four spiritual roots. How can the odds be the same?"

"Dual spiritual roots and four spiritual roots, there's a big difference!"

"That's true, but Huang Quan is so old, he must have a good grasp of various techniques. And judging from his performance yesterday, he has the strength, so the odds are still close."

"Who is being suppressed by Senior Brother Xu?"

"I didn't bet. I'm not sure about this game. I'll wait for the next one."

On the court, the two have already started fighting.

George Lam still used the golden armor technique to cover his entire body, holding a spear and rushing towards the opponent.

Huang Quan clasped his hands together, and a fire dragon about two or three feet in size condensed in front of him, roaring towards him.

George Lam held a golden spear in his hand, which shone brightly and transformed into several spear shadows, striking towards the fire dragon.

The golden light intertwined with the fire dragon, and the fire dragon kept shaking its head and tail, and the sound of clashing was endless.

Although Lin Zixiang's Golden Armor Technique has reached perfection, he still seems to be struggling when facing the equally perfected high-level fire technique, the Fire Dragon Technique.

This is just like yesterday when he used the Golden Armor Technique to fight against someone else's high-level Wood Man Technique, the attributes were mutually exclusive.

The golden armor around his body gradually deformed under the flames spewed by the fire dragon.

Lin Zixiang knew that this would not work. The other party's cultivation level was the same as his, and his spiritual power was almost the same. Since the attributes of their magic were mutually exclusive, he had no chance of winning.

His greatest advantage lies in his dual spiritual roots, which means that the spiritual energy consumed by his magic is much less than that of his opponent.

You can only fight and try to consume more of the opponent's spiritual power, but you cannot fight head-on.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the golden spear in his hand shone brightly, and instantly expanded several times, splitting into several phantoms, and stabbed fiercely at the fire dragon.

The fire dragon was pierced by the golden spear and its body twisted slightly. Lin Zixiang took this opportunity to flash a few times, retreated, and ran around the competition venue.

His physical and spiritual power surged in, and the golden armor around his body, which had been deformed by the fire dragon's attack, returned to its original shape.

In addition to its powerful attack and defense capabilities, another feature of the Golden Armor Technique is its healing ability. As long as it is not broken by a single blow, the influx of spiritual power can restore it to its original state.

With this, plus the advantage of his dual spiritual roots, he can wear down the opponent by fighting on the roaming field.

Huang Quan saw him running along the field and knew that he wanted to deplete his spiritual power through fighting.

So he followed closely, put his hands together, and saw several golden rings condensed in front of him.

The golden rings shot towards George Lam, growing bigger and bigger in the air. There were several golden rings, each about four or five feet in size.

George Lam recognized that this was the Golden Hoop Technique. He himself also knew this technique, but his Golden Hoop Technique was only at the advanced stage, while the other party had already reached the great stage.

Huang Quan has been following Lin Zixiang closely, and the speed of the golden hoop shooting out is faster than his running.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, George Lam had no choice but to turn around and fight back.

He knew that the spear condensed by the Golden Armor Technique alone could not compete with the Great Master Level Golden Hoop Technique. The Golden Armor Technique focused on defense, while the Golden Hoop was a binding technique. It did not require breaking through the defense of the Golden Armor Technique. As long as it was put on him, he could be unable to move.

If he is restrained, his golden armor will not be able to resist the opponent's fire magic attack and he will definitely be defeated.

George Lam clasped his hands together, and flames surged around his body, condensing into firebirds that pounced towards the other party.

This is the high-level fire technique, the Fire Bird Technique. Although his Fire Bird Technique has not yet reached perfection, he has still cultivated it to an advanced stage.

Because the fire attribute restrains the gold attribute, it is enough to deal with the golden hoop.

Dozens of firebirds rushed forward one after another to meet the golden hoop. Under the raging flames, the golden hoop gradually melted.

At this time, Huang Quan controlled the fire dragon to attack him. Lin Zixiang's golden spear was like a dragon. He fought with the fire dragon for a while, then swung away again and ran around the venue.

Huang Quan was unable to lock him up, and the magic he used was unable to break through his golden armor in an instant.

As the two fought, Huang Quan used magic tricks back and forth. Gradually, Huang Quan's spiritual power could no longer sustain. He tried all kinds of methods, but none of them could defeat Lin Zixiang. Finally, his spiritual power was exhausted and he had to admit defeat.

"Brother Lin, well done. I knew you could win."

"That old guy was fooled around by Senior Brother Lin and was almost dying of anxiety."

"Brother Lin is not only extremely capable, but also very experienced. He won the last match with strength, and this one with strategy. He is truly both brave and resourceful."

"After this match, we're already in the top ten. If we win one more, we'll be in the top four, so we still have hope of winning the championship."

When George Lam returned to the people of Hunyuan Sect, they all began to praise him.

"Where is the master? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Lin Zixiang looked around and asked.

Zhong Wenyuan responded, "Master, you have something important to attend to. Let's continue watching the next competition!"

.........

It was already noon, and the sunlight was pouring into the room through the window. The two people on the bed were still sleeping, their naked bodies tightly entangled together.

Song Xian opened his eyes, yawned, looked at the sun outside the window, and was immediately shocked. He thought, "Oh no, I must have missed the competition with Alan Tam."

He lowered his head and glanced at the beauty in his arms. She was sleeping soundly, her little mouth slightly pouting, like a sleeping child. There was even a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth.

Song Xian hugged the person in his arms tighter and pecked her face a few times.

The two of them were exhausted from tossing and turning last night before falling asleep, so they both woke up late.

After a while, Su Zhirou slowly woke up. Her sleepy eyes were half open and half closed, and she twisted her body to squeeze into his arms.

"You're still sleeping! Look at the time." Song Xian kissed her gently: "We all missed Brother Lin Zixiang's competition."

Su Zhirou finally opened her eyes and looked out the window: "Ah? It's so late, what should I do now, husband?"

Song Xian knew that she didn't care about this matter at all, so he pretended to be flustered and joked, "It's not that you're sleeping like a dead pig and can't be woken up even if I call you."

Su Zhirou pouted and said, "My husband is blaming me again. I told him several times yesterday to take a break, and he insisted on getting up early today. I'm so exhausted."

They were affectionate until dusk. When Song Xian stood up, he felt sore in his back and waist, so he slowly sat down with his hands on his waist. Seeing Su Zhirou smiling secretly again, he glared at her and felt sad that if she continued like this, he would die at the hands of this witch sooner or later.

"Still smiling, it's all because of you."

Su Zhirou looked aggrieved: "I've told my husband several times to slow down and not to tire himself out. He insisted on stopping only when he was exhausted, and now he's blaming me."

"Still talking back." Song Xian slapped her on the buttocks again: "I used to be so strong and vigorous, but after marrying a witch like you, my legs are weak when I walk." "That's not my fault, it's my husband who is so greedy."

"I'm going to die on you one day, and you'll have to be a widow."

"I won't be a widow."

The two flirted, but after hearing this, Song Xianzhen became anxious: "You don't want to be a widow, you still want to be with someone else?"

Su Zhirou's eyes were as gentle as water: "My husband is dead, and I won't live alone."

Only then was Song Xian satisfied.

The two of them whispered sweet nothings to each other for a while, then got dressed and left the room.

…………

At night, in the spacious and bright hall of Luoyun Sect, Su Zhirou and Song Xian sat close to each other, opposite Xiao Ling.

The three of them were chatting, mainly they were talking, with Song Xian occasionally interjecting a word or two.

Ever since he knew what they talked about in private, he could no longer look directly at this seemingly smart and capable woman.

This gossip.

After a while, Wen Yiren appeared outside and the three of them stood up immediately.

"Aunt, Hunyuan Sect is participating in the competition, and Sister Zhirou came back to visit you. I was going to visit you yesterday, but since you were not at home, I came today." Xiao Ling stepped forward and bowed.

"aunt."

"Junior greets Senior Wen."

The couple followed Xiao Ling and bowed respectfully.

Wen Yiren looked Su Zhirou up and down and saw that she was still weak, but without that timid and sad look. Instead, her eyes were full of sweetness and happiness. Her whole temperament was completely different from before. Only then did she believe what Xiao Ling had said before.

"How are you lately?" Wen Yiren walked to the main seat and sat down, saying lightly.

"Thank you for your concern, auntie. Everything is fine."

"I can see that you two get along well. Now that you're back, why don't you stay here for a few more days..."

After some casual greetings, Su Zhirou said, "I dare not hide it from you, Auntie. My husband and I are here to ask for a favor."

Wen Yiren glanced at her and then at Song Xian, feeling a little surprised. In her impression, Su Zhirou had never made any requests and had always been submissive. She didn't expect that she would take the initiative to make a request today.

"Tell me! What's the matter?"

Su Zhirou said, "The mountain gate where my husband is located, Guzi Peak, only has a low-grade spiritual vein and no suitable training rooms. The Qingyuan Sect in Bianxia Town is under attack by the Bianxia Town Loose Cultivator Alliance and is in imminent danger. We request assistance from the Hunyuan Sect and are willing to provide half of our training rooms to Hunyuan Sect disciples."

"My husband originally possessed dual spiritual roots, but because he lacked a suitable training room, his cultivation progress was hindered and remained stagnant."

"I beg you, Auntie, to mediate the conflict between the Bianxia Town Loose Cultivator Alliance and the Qingyuan Sect, and allow them to reach a reconciliation. This way, my husband will be able to use the Qingyuan Sect's training room."

Wen Yiren didn't reply, but just looked at Su Zhirou, feeling very surprised. She didn't expect that this weak-willed person who never made any requests would make such an excessive request to her today for someone else's sake.

The room fell into silence for a moment.

Xiao Ling stood aside with his eyes lowered, while Song Xian was a little nervous and expectant, secretly looking at Wen Yiren.

Su Zhirou kept her head down.

"I can't do this." After a moment's silence, Wen Yiren spoke, refusing in a very firm tone, without leaving any room for negotiation.

"Bianxia Town and Bianshang Town were originally within the Tianshan territory. Although they are now under the jurisdiction of Bianxi City, they are not within the sphere of influence of our sect. They have always been controlled by Yang Jinzhang. If I interfere in the sectarian struggles in Bianxia Town, Yang Jinzhang will definitely be unhappy. He might even think that our sect has ulterior motives."

"Then please ask your aunt to come forward and talk to Senior Yang Jinzhang." Su Zhirou still lowered her head and spoke in a soft tone, but these words shocked everyone present.

Xiao Ling suddenly looked at her, his expression unable to conceal his shock. He never expected that the usually weak Su Zhirou would be so tough today. She even dared to contradict Wen Yiren in person, and almost forced her to do so.

How dare she?

Even Song Xian was surprised. He didn't expect that she would dare to force Wen Yiren like this.

Wen Yiren was also shocked, and even she, who usually kept her emotions expressionless, showed annoyance and frowned, "What did you say?"

"My aunt once promised that no matter what happens to you in the future, you will do your best. I implore you to come forward and talk to Senior Yang Jinzhang to resolve the conflict between the Qingyuan Sect and the independent cultivator forces in Bianxia Town."

Wen Yiren narrowed her eyes and stared at Su Zhirou: "Yes, I did say this when I married you to Dong Jianchang. Have you thought it through? Do you really want me to do this?"

"Yes. I beg you to grant me your blessing, aunt." Su Zhirou still lowered her head, but her tone was firm, without any hesitation.

"Okay! Since you're determined, I'll go find Yang Jinzhang. He owes me a favor, so it won't be difficult to resolve this matter. But if you encounter any problems in the future, you'll have to take care of yourself."

"Thank you, aunt."

"Go ahead!" Wen Yiren waved her hand.

"Then I take my leave."

"Junior, I'll take my leave." Song Xian also left.

"Song Xian, treat her well!" Wen Yiren's voice came as the two turned and walked to the door.

"Don't worry, senior." Song Xian turned around and bowed again, then left hand in hand with Su Zhirou.

"Aunt, don't be angry. Sister Zhirou cares so much about the affairs of Hunyuan Sect. Doesn't it prove that they are in love? Isn't this what you want?" Seeing the two walking away, Xiao Ling began to persuade.

"This child has grown up and dared to disobey me." Wen Yiren still had a blank expression on her face, but there was a hint of relief in her eyes.

.........

After leaving Luoyun Sect, the two of them boarded a flying magical instrument. Song Xian held her in his arms and said, "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have asked your aunt for help. Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"My husband didn't ask."

"You won't tell me unless I ask you! Didn't I tell you to just try to talk to your aunt? If she doesn't want to come forward, we'll find another way."

Su Zhirou twisted her body and said in a soft voice, "I don't want to talk about the past."

"What happened in the past? Wasn't it just that I was forced to be Dong Jianchang's concubine for a few years? It's not a big deal." Song Xian was a little dissatisfied: "I told you everything, and I never told those secrets to anyone except you, but you hid them from me."

Su Zhirou just remained silent.

"If you're hiding anything from me, tell me now while it's still possible. Confess and I'll give you leniency, resist and I'll punish you severely. If I find out again, I'll give you a swollen butt."

"No, nothing more."

The two of them snuggled together and talked, and soon they arrived at the disciples' camp on their flying magic weapon.

(End of this chapter)