I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 106: It’s just a dead soul, why not abandon it?
Guangxuan also has a human skin book on him?

Lu Wujiu's scalp tingled. If Guangxuan also had the same condition, he could sense it through resonance, so there was no reason why Guangxuan couldn't sense it.

Has he been played around by Guangxuan all this time?
No, that's not right!

In his fear and suspicion, he suddenly realized that this possibility was extremely low.

If Guangxuan has a human skin book, then there is no reason why he doesn't have soul water.

Since he already had the Soul Water, why would he buy it from him? Wasn't he afraid that if he got close, the human skin book would sense it and he would discover it?

Thinking of this, Lu Wujiu quickly calmed the turbulent waves in his heart.

Since Guangxuan doesn’t have a human skin book, what’s going on with the current sensation?

He looked towards the stage below. On the martial arts field, Jiang Wenyu drew his spear, put away his weapons, and subconsciously looked over and bowed.

This action attracted the attention of countless casual cultivators.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu nodded slightly in response.

I know that by doing this, Jiang Wenyu is actually using the tiger's skin to wave the banner.

He didn't care about it. It was a fair fight within the rules. No one could blame him if he was not as skilled as his opponent!

However, the excited spectators in the martial arts arena caused a hint of doubt to flash in the depths of his eyes.

While Lu Wujiu was lost in thought, disciples from Dongyuan soon came on stage, cleaned up the battlefield, and prepared for the next competition. No one stopped to express regret for the loser.

The new competition will begin soon!
Under Jiang Wenyu's stimulation, the intensity of the following fights was obviously increased to a higher level.

Fists, weapons, magic tools, Taoism, supernatural powers...all kinds of means are on stage.

Even Lu Wujiu had to admit that there were many masters among the people, and that those who were unable to enter the Dao as independent cultivators did not necessarily have poor talents. On the contrary, those who could reach this stage all possessed unique skills and special abilities.

An insignificant little spell can be deduced and cultivated into an exquisite secret technique. Seeing this, Lu Wujiu was deeply moved. A person's starting point is really important!

The wonderful contrasts one after another also completely aroused the enthusiasm of the audience.

Whenever a wonderful duel occurs and someone dies, the fluctuations of Guangxuan's "same kind" become more and more obvious.

Lu Wujiu remained silent, observing and thinking quietly.

Soon, the top fifteen emerged.

When it was Jiang Wenyu's turn again, the old guy immediately admitted defeat and surrendered, which drew boos.

Xia Fazhu couldn't help but comment: "This old guy is quite interesting."

Lu Wujiu smiled and said, "Being content with what you have is a wise move."

In fact, Jiang Wenyu is not the only one who is content with what he has.

For independent cultivators, being able to make it into the top 15 and be on the list is enough.

Therefore, the top fifteen had one player given a bye and competed for the top eight, and the result was soon announced.

When the top eight were competing for the semi-finals, people kept giving up, which caused great dissatisfaction among the spectators.

However, when the top four competed for the title of the leader of Pure Yang Sword Dao, no one gave up, and the four wandering cultivators all burst out with astonishing fighting power.

The intensity of their battles is even comparable to that of a monk who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation.

The onlookers also became more and more crazy!

One of the sword cultivators, named Bai Ke, displayed a talent in swordsmanship that was astonishing!

His Guizang sword technique can condense all the magic power in the body into the magic sword, completely abandoning defense and defeating the strong with speed, which is extremely dangerous.

However, when he used his sword as an arrow and his body as a pole to shoot through his opponent's defenses built up with layers of talismans and won the competition, the martial arts arena fell into complete madness!
"What an exquisite sword technique!"

"No! Bastard, stand up and fight! Fight!"

"Win! Win!"

"Five to one, pay, pay!"

For a moment, there was an uproar outside the martial arts arena. Some people marveled at Bai Ke's superb swordsmanship, some were ecstatic about winning the bet, and some were so angry that they banged their heads on the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Bai Ke stood in the center of the martial arts arena. Even with a sword heart as cold as a stone, he couldn't help but feel moved at this moment!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, talismans fell from the sky and laid out steps under Bai Ke's feet.

The scene gradually became quiet.

Bai Ke looked down the stairs and saw Guangxuan standing at the end, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the steps transformed by the talisman, one step after another. At this moment, the talisman under his feet was so illusory and yet so solid. He could feel countless eyes converging on him. This was a glory he had never experienced in his life.

When he reached the end, he was about to bow, but was lifted up by Guang Xuanxu.

"As the head of the Pure Yang Sword, how can you bend so easily?"

Bai Ke was moved.

Guangxuan then made a gesture of invitation, inviting Bai Ke to his side. He then looked around and said in a loud voice: "I am Guangxuan, and I appoint Bai Ke as the head of the Pure Yang Sword Dao!"

The concise announcement shocked all the prominent families in the viewing platform.

As soon as the words of conferring the title were spoken, Chunyang Sword Dao would forever be inferior to Dongyuan!
However, compared to the sighs of the famous and prestigious sects, the independent cultivators who were watching the ceremony in the martial arts arena were immediately excited, and the noise resounded through the sky.

"Who dares to master the Pure Yang Sword Dao while I am still alive?"

Just at this moment, a roar as loud as a dragon's roar came, causing countless cultivators to change color.

"Ok?"

As the cultivators looked around in horror, they saw a colorful cloud floating in the distance, and in the cloud stood several cultivators with obscure auras.

At just one glance, many knowledgeable monks exclaimed in surprise.

"Master Shenxiao!"

"Second Elder of Shangqing!"

"Master Louguan!"

All of these names belong to famous and prestigious sects, but what shocked the cultivators the most was that these people were surrounding a very familiar face - Wudang Sect Master Zhao Wuji!

"Is that Zhao Wuji?"

"Zhao Wuji is not dead? Didn't they say that his soul has been scattered to pieces?"

"Could it be that Guangxuan deceived the entire world?"

As the cultivators stared in astonishment, the colorful clouds, like auspicious signs descending from heaven, slowly descended to the same level as the viewing platform.

"Should I call you Guangxuan or Pangchen?"

It is said that enemies become extremely jealous when they meet, but Zhao Wuji's face was calm, like a sword that has not yet been unsheathed.

Guangxuan didn't even look at Zhao Wuji, but instead his gaze fell on the head of Shenxiao and others.

"My fellow Daoists, where did you find this fake? If you're interested in the position of Pure Yang Sword Master, just tell me directly. I'll give it to you. Why do you have to humiliate yourself and disgrace the reputation of your sect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the headmaster of Shenxiao Sect, who was wearing purple robes and had a clean-shaven face, angrily scolded: "You are so good, Pang Chen. A hundred years ago, you swallowed blood to practice martial arts, and now you are destroying the Wudang clan. Do you know your crime?"

Immortal Master Louguan angrily retorted, "The victim is here before you. How can you deny your involvement just because you want to?"

"Sufferer?"

Upon hearing this, Guangxuan laughed out loud, raising his head to the sky. His voice stopped Xingyun: "You claim to be from a prestigious sect, yet you are fooled by a tiger demon. You are so old and dim-sighted. I am ashamed to associate with you!"

As soon as these words fell, all the wandering cultivators in the martial arts training ground were shocked.

The Divine Sky Palm Master rebuked him, "Quibbling! Fellow Daoist Zhao Wuji, you are a reincarnated tiger, what does that have to do with the tiger demon?"

"Hahaha, what a reincarnated tiger body! Since he is Zhao Wuji, then who is he?"

Guangxuan laughed heartily, then suddenly waved his sleeves, summoning a ghost from within. Clad in a yellow robe, bloodstained, and with disheveled hair, its eyes, sharp as a sword, remained unobstructed. The appearance of this ghost shocked not only the head of the Shenxiao Sect but also the cultivators on the viewing platform, who cried out in shock!
"Zhao Wuji!"

Yes, this ghost is none other than Zhao Wuji!

That aura, that sword intent, that look... could not be hidden from the people in the Xuanmen who had been with them for decades.

The head of the Shenxiao sect and others were even more stunned. When they opened their mouths to speak, they were speechless.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Guangxuan looked at the shocked expressions of the cultivators, laughed loudly towards the sky, and felt extremely happy.

——Killing the one who caused the century-old blood feud is not as fun as keeping it by your side. Look, it has taken effect so quickly, which shows that his search for the best soul-nourishing water was worth it.

Amidst Guangxuan's wild laughter, the tiger demon Zhao Wuji trembled all over:

"I-you are not dead?"

The ghost Zhao Wuji looked at the familiar fellow Taoist in front of him, and the "Zhao Wuji" surrounded in the middle, his face full of grief, anger and despair.

If he guessed correctly, it must be his close friend who deliberately forged "Zhao Wou-Ki" and used it as an excuse to bring charges against him.

Unexpectedly, this scene would only make his good friend lose the trust of the world!
Indeed, the Second Elder of Shangqing, his face flushed red, and he suddenly pointed at the tiger demon, angrily shouting, "Asshole, who are you?"

Tiger demon Zhao Wuji stared at the dead soul and said sternly, "Tell me, who is Zhao Yimei's mother?"

The ghost Zhao Wuji suddenly trembled and looked at the tiger demon with horror.

Everyone in Wudang knew that Zhao Yimei was an orphan he picked up when he was walking down the mountain, so he gave her the surname Zhao! Because she was lively and cute, she was quite loved!
However, no one knew that she was his illegitimate daughter.

The ghost asked in a trembling voice:

"who are you?"

"I am Zhao Wuji!"

"Then why did you become a tiger?"

"After the Wudang battle and the unleashing of the sword, I was left with only a wisp of obsession. I fell into the spirit world, and it was the Immortal Master who resurrected me! However, the karma of being reborn as a human was too great, so I chose the form of a ferocious beast."

As the tiger demon spoke, he swung out with a claw, and strands of pure yang sword energy suddenly rose out of thin air, piling up layer upon layer, erupting with a terrifying power far exceeding Jiazi's.

This is Zhao Wuji's unique skill - the Nine-fold Sword!

As soon as the sword came out, everyone in the field suddenly fell silent.

Even Guangxuan, who was extremely arrogant and looked like he was laughing at the joke, became confused and uncertain.

Immortal master?

Who is the immortal master that Zhao Wuji mentioned?
The soul returns to the Three Mountains, the spirit returns to the Five Mountains, and people can be reincarnated and resurrected with a trace of obsession. This... this is simply unbelievable.

"Hahaha, good good!"

Seeing this, the ghost Zhao Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed: "Buddha has three incarnations, Tao has nine transformations. There is a fierce tiger Zhao Wuji in the world, so why not abandon the body of a mere ghost?"

not good!

The cultivators' faces changed drastically when they heard this.

Guangxuan waved his long sleeves, and countless talismans soared into the sky, transforming into a ferocious dragon, ready to seal the dead soul of Zhao Wuji.

Unexpectedly, the moment the talisman approached, a terrifying ray of light burst out from the body of the dead soul Zhao Wuji, shining brightly and illuminating all directions.

Countless casual cultivators subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes, but still saw the light passing through the flesh and blood on their palms, shining through their eyelids, turning them blood red!
"boom!"

Only when the light arrives can the sound be heard.

When everyone put down their hands, they saw that the dead soul of Zhao Wuji was no longer on the dance performance stage.

Only the aftermath of the soul's self-explosion remained, blowing away the colorful clouds under the feet of Master Shenxiao, revealing the Bagua Flying Mirror.

"Bastard!"

Seeing this, Guangxuan's face changed drastically and he shouted sternly:

"Disciples of Dongyuan, protect the Dharma on both sides!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched his hands behind his neck, grabbed it, and tore it to both sides. In front of the horrified gazes of the cultivators, he tore off his skin from head to toe.

On the back of the skin, countless blood-colored runes are engraved on it, deep into the wood, penetrating through the surface of the skin!
"Xuanlu Temple, blood-ink talisman!!!"

Seeing this, the tiger demon Zhao Wuji cried out in shock and shouted, "He's climbing the stairs! Kill him!"

When Master Shenxiao and the others heard this, they were still in shock and confusion, when suddenly a shrill scream came from under the stage.

"what--"

"Do not--"

Looking down, he saw countless wandering cultivators, as if struck by lightning, all crawling on the ground with their bodies twisted and convulsed, and blood steaming around them.

Countless blood turned into water vapor, rushed towards Guangxuan, and turned into blood-colored talismans, which were imprinted on the peeled skin!
What martial arts tournament? What Pure Yang Sword Master? Everything is just Guangxuan's ascension ceremony.

"kill him!"

The face of the head of Shenxiao Sect changed drastically. Guangxuan, who was at the fourth level, already had the power to destroy Wudang. If he could be allowed to reach the fifth level, no one in the Nine Paths would be his opponent. Those who came here to punish him today would not have a good end.

As the angry shouts arose, he suddenly rang the bell and chanted a spell:
"Clouds and thunder rise quickly, and flowing bells sound like lightning!"

Stab it!

A bolt of thunder fell from the clear sky above and struck Guangxuan hard. However, this was not the end yet. The head of Shenxiao didn't even look at the results of the battle and continued to gather thunder.

Almost at the moment the thunder struck, the sun was eclipsed and the sky and the earth were pitch black.

It was actually countless dark clouds that came from all directions and gathered in the sky. They were as big as mountains, covering the sky and the sun. There were countless tiny electric snakes swimming madly in it, devouring each other, turning snakes into pythons, and gathering pythons into dragons.

"The golden dragon of divine thunder is born in the sky, as urgent as the law, command!"

The Thunder Dragon roared and swooped down again.

"Anyone who harms our Great Elder will be killed without mercy!"

A startling sound was heard, and countless talismans swarmed out from all directions of Dongyuan Sect. When the thunder dragon condensed, it also turned into a chain and bound it away.

At this moment, Immortal Master Louguan also took action quickly.

He drew Tai Chi with his hands, and a water mirror appeared. He raised his hand and slapped the water mirror. Immediately, a palm as big as a mountain appeared behind the water mirror and smashed over.

At this time, although the top leaders of Dongyuan Sect had already prepared to mobilize all their forces, Zhao Wuji had invited helpers who were also the best from various sects.

As soon as they came into contact, they were immediately at a disadvantage.

Just barely sharing his strength was already an extraordinary performance, so how could he protect Guangxuan?

As a result, no one could stop Immortal Master Louguan’s palm strike!
"If I ascend the stairs, I will destroy your entire family."

After Guangxuan's skin was peeled off, there was no blood on his body, only distinct fascia. He looked as ferocious as a demon and let out an angry roar.

While frantically engraving the blood-ink talisman, he had to divert his attention and control the talisman to resist the attack of Master Louguan.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the sky above the dance floor covered by dark clouds was full of colorful lights. Thunder, water magic, talismans, flames, explosions...all kinds of magic spells filled the sky.

It’s just a pity for the independent cultivators in the martial arts field. Even when all their blood is gone, they still cannot find peace.

Any bolt of lightning would reduce everything to ashes.

On the viewing platform, at the moment the battle broke out, Master Xia did not move, and a white skeleton rose up from behind him, protecting him and even Lu Wujiu under it.

Master Xia asked, "Do you want to join the battle, fellow Daoist?"

Because he could feel the fluctuations of magic power coming from Lu Wujiu's body.

(End of this chapter)