Yaoguang Fairy Path

Just as Xiang Yan swallowed the pill and gathered the remaining spiritual energy, and the Sun Chasing Thunder Spear was flashing with lightning, Ye Shuyao's voice reached his ears: "Senior Brother Xiang, this time it's my turn to go on stage."

Xiang Yan's heart tightened when he heard this. He quickly sent a voice message to refuse: "No, the other party is likely a powerful person close to the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Shuyao, you are only in the Golden Core Stage now. I can't let you take any risks."

"Brother Xiang, don't worry. Although I am only at the peak of the Golden Core stage now, it is only a matter of time for me to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Moreover, I am not completely inexperienced in fighting against Nascent Soul stage masters." Ye Shuyao's voice was soft but full of certainty.

Hearing this, Xiang Yan couldn't help but feel a complex emotion in his heart. He was surprised at Ye Shuyao's growth and strength, but he was even more moved by her willingness to stand up.

After a moment's consideration, Xiang Yan finally nodded and said in a voice transmission, "Okay, Shuyao, but you have to be careful. If you are defeated, you must immediately admit defeat."

Then, Xiang Yan turned to face the referee and said loudly: "I admit defeat in this match."

When the male cultivator heard Xiang Yan's words, a mocking smile appeared on his face. He muttered to himself, "You're a sensible boy."

Xiang Yan pretended not to hear, jumped off the stage, patted Ye Shuyao on the shoulder, then walked towards the spectator seats and began to regulate his breathing.

Li Yunxiao looked worried. He nodded to Xiang Yan and then looked at Ye Shuyao on the stage. He said in a voice transmission, "Shuyao, just do your best. Your safety is the most important thing. The other party is stronger than you. There is no shame in admitting defeat. As long as you have a green mountain, you will not be afraid of a lack of firewood."

Ye Shuyao was surprised for a moment, her eyes quickly swept across the audience, and finally fixed on Li Yunxiao. She nodded slightly. As long as there were no overly powerful opponents in the subsequent matches, she was confident that she could deal with it.

Then, she turned to face the male cultivator, her posture straight and her eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

"Li family, Ye Shuyao, please give me some advice." Ye Shuyao bowed slightly, her voice clear and powerful.

Ling Haochen was dressed in black, with an upright posture and a faint smile on his lips, as if he was confident about the upcoming competition.

He returned the greeting with a similar bow, his voice revealing an undeniable confidence: "Ling family, Ling Haochen, young lady, please be careful. I will not show any mercy or hold back."

As the conversation between the two ended, the atmosphere in the ring instantly became tense.

In the Ling family's audience seats, several disciples gathered together, whispering about the match on the ring, their eyes fixed on Ye Shuyao and Ling Haochen, their faces full of confusion.

"I really didn't expect that a mere little girl in the Jindan stage would dare to come on stage to compete with our senior brother." A disciple lowered his voice, his tone full of disbelief.

He looked around, making sure no one else noticed their conversation before continuing, "Could it be that no one in the Li family noticed that our eldest brother is a late Nascent Soul cultivator? The difference in strength is simply like heaven and earth!"

Upon hearing this, the other disciple frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Who knows? Maybe the Li family has some special plans, or this little girl has some life-saving trump card." There was some speculation in his words, and he was obviously curious about this seemingly uneven match.

Ling Yannan couldn't help but ponder, thinking to himself, "What's the Li family up to? They're actually letting a female cultivator in the Golden Core stage compete with my Hao Chen, who's in the late Nascent Soul stage. Isn't this clearly asking for death?"

Just as he was lost in thought, Li Yunxiao beside him seemed to notice something was wrong with him and looked at him again.

On the stage, the battle between Ling Haochen and Ye Shuyao has begun. The momentum of the two is like a tsunami, shaking the entire arena.

Ling Haochen's cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage was fully unleashed, and raging flames surrounded his body. As he swung his sword, the flames were like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, tearing through the air and making bursts of roars.

Ye Shuyao, although she is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, seems to have endless power hidden in her body, and at this moment she even displays the aura of the Nascent Soul stage.

Holding the Ice Soul Sword, he lightly tapped the tip of the sword and directly cast the ice and snow field. In an instant, the entire arena was covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, and the cold was overwhelming, as if he was in the far north. His figure was light, like an elf in the ice and snow. Every time he swung the sword, it was accompanied by a biting cold air, which was in sharp contrast to Ling Haochen's flames.

Ling Haochen stared at Ye Shuyao's delicate and cold face and said, "Even if you comprehend the domain, you are still no match for me. Any means are useless in the face of strength. Just admit defeat. You can't beat me."

Really? Haven't you heard that there are differences between different golden elixirs? Come on, cultivators have their own pride. I won't admit defeat. If you can win, knock me off my perch. Humph!

The two men walked towards each other, with their swords facing each other, and collided with each other in an instant. There was a loud "clang" sound, and the sword energy and spiritual power generated by the collision of the two swords raged like a storm, splitting the air around them into pieces. In the audience, everyone held their breath and stared, afraid of missing any details.

How about we make a bet? If you lose, you can be my swordsman.

Ye Shuyao's eyes were filled with coldness. "You are looking for death," she said, "You are not qualified to be my sword servant."

Seeing this, Ling Haochen curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then he used the Naruto clone technique, splitting his figure into three. Each clone exuded a powerful aura that was no different from the original body, and attacked Ye Shuyao at the same time.

Ye Shuyao was not panicked. She shouted softly and used the Three Transformations of Spirit Source. Her body also split into three. Each figure held the Ice Soul Divine Sword and fought with Ling Haochen's clone.

Ling Haochen was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips and said, "If you have some skills, then we'll see who will win."

In the air, the fire spiritual power and the ice spiritual power clashed fiercely, forming a violent fire dragon and an ice phoenix. The fire dragon roared, releasing destructive flames; while the ice phoenix flapped its wings and flew high, releasing a biting cold air. The two collided violently in the air, emitting bursts of dragon roars and phoenix cries, shocking people's hearts.

In the audience, the city lord Ye Xingtian watched this scene in surprise. He didn't expect that the two people with a difference of three small realms in strength could end up in a tie.

His gaze fell on Ye Shuyao, and he secretly wondered, "This little girl seems to be a disciple of the Li family? But is her strength hidden?"

Ling Yannan, the head of the Ling family, frowned in disbelief. His hands unconsciously clenched the armrests of his chair, and he muttered to himself, "How is this possible? The gap is so huge, how did she do it? Did I make a mistake?"

Zhang Zeye, head of the Zhang family, appeared relaxed and contented. He crossed his legs, gently stroking the delicate ring with his fingers, a playful smile on his lips. "I didn't expect that Brother Li's family would have such an outstanding disciple who could actually fight beyond his level."

Murong Cheng, the head of the Murong family, had a strange look on his face. He glanced at Li Yunxiao secretly and asked in a low voice: "Brother Li, this disciple's strength doesn't seem like that of a little girl in the Jindan stage." There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Li Yunxiao, the head of the Li family, curled up his lips into a smug smile.

"Can't you guys tell if my daughter is hiding her strength?"