Mysterious mirror hanging high

Of course, if we follow what Shenmeng Daozun said, an existence capable of attaining the status of a Venerable One will attain it no matter what. If Yuanji is truly the future World Venerable One, let alone ten billion killing tribulations, even countless killing tribulations, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, or any number of killing tribulations, they will not be able to kill Yuanji.

But is it true that he passed away peacefully?

Jing Yu felt it was risky.

He himself didn't know if he was one, let alone whether he had passed away.

If it were me who had passed away, I probably wouldn't have much confidence facing this calamity of ten billion killings.

After all, one can win countless times in death, but if one loses even once, everything comes to an end.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjing, what are you thinking about?" Luo Zixuan asked curiously.

"I was thinking, if I were a Buddhist disciple and could truly overcome a billion calamities to attain Buddhahood in the future, the first thing I would do is hang up the two Buddhas, Benyuan and Zhuxin, and give them a good beating," Jing Yu said casually.

"Shh! Are you crazy?!" Luo Zixuan was startled and pointed to the top of her head:

"Do you understand, Venerable One? Don't think that just because you're a Taoist cultivator, they can't do anything to you. A rogue cultivator like you with no background could be crushed to death by any Arhat or Bodhisattva with a single finger."

"As the saying goes, 'the more debt you have, the less burden you carry...'" Jing Yu thought to herself.

After all, he was a member of the Evergreen Immortal Court, and the one who truly held power in the Immortal Court, the Evergreen Daoist, had a poor relationship with Buddhism. Considering all this, he was afraid that the two World Honored Ones of Buddhism would not have much affection for him. If it weren't for the cover provided by the Hidden Daoist, it would be considered that those two were magnanimous not to target him.

Just as she was pondering this, Jing Yu's ears twitched, and she suddenly heard a loud shout.

He looked up and saw Yuan Jiqing, the silver-maned demon ape, slamming his hand on the table and leaping into the arena. Yuan pointed in the direction of Jing Yu, his eyes defiant, and shouted:

"Yuan Jiqing of the Ancestral Demon Palace invites Fellow Daoist Xuanjing to test his divine abilities!"

Luo Zixuan's expression changed, and she shrank back, whispering, "Xuanjing, what kind of deep-seated grudge do you have with this Demon Lord's disciple? Why has it come to cause you trouble time and time again?"

Jing Yu smiled, ignoring Yuan Jiqing, casually drank a cup of spiritual tea, and said indifferently:

"I am but a rogue cultivator with a low cultivation level. How could I possibly be a match for Fellow Daoist Yuan? There's no need for this contest."

"You monkey! Weren't you very arrogant in the Pot Palace before?" Yuan Jiqing pointed at Jing Yu's nose and cursed, "Now that you're in the mortal world, without the blessing of your bloodline, you've become a coward? You won't fight me today, does that mean you admit you're inferior? That you're a step below me?"

“Indeed, I admit that my skills are inferior to yours, so Fellow Daoist Yuan, please don’t press me any further.” Jing Yu shrugged, showing no pride whatsoever, and truly admitted in front of everyone that he was not as good as Yuan Jiqing.

Upon hearing this, many of the prodigies present felt contempt for Jing Yu, thinking, "It's one thing if his supernatural abilities are inferior, but faced with such provocation, he doesn't even have the courage to step onto the stage and try? Even if his combat strength is far inferior to Yuan Jiqing's, and today's competition doesn't involve life or death, but is just a matter of reaching a point and then stopping, he will at least lose with his head down, and who can say he's wrong?"

"He flinched before the battle even began; he's nothing but a coward. How can someone with such a mindset coexist with us?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jiqing felt as if he had punched cotton, feeling weightless and powerless, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Xuanjing Daoist, are all humans cowards like you? Your refusal to spar with me today is an admission that humans are inferior to demons..."

Jing Yu seemed to have thought of something and burst out laughing. He retorted, "Humans are inferior to demons? I didn't say that. Aren't you afraid of upsetting your master?"

At this moment, Evergreen had appeared on the sidelines, his blue robe fluttering, his face ashen.

He took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over the many human cultivators present, their expressions showing surprise, before finally settling on Jing Yu. His voice was clear and carried an undeniable force:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjing, today's gathering, though intended as a friendly exchange, is also a time for us cultivators to display our character and integrity."

“Since Fellow Daoist Yuan has publicly challenged you, he is not only referring to you. If you avoid the fight, wouldn’t it be seen by all the fellow Daoists and demon clans that we human cultivators are cowardly and afraid of battle? This matter may seem trivial, but it concerns the face of our race. I hope you will consider the bigger picture and not damage the collective reputation of our human race for your own selfish reasons.”

These words were quite a serious accusation, elevating a personal grudge to the level of the honor and disgrace of the race. Upon hearing this, many human cultivators present became more serious, and their gazes toward Jing Yu became more scrutinizing and urging.

Jing Yu put down her teacup, lightly tapping the rim with her fingertip. She looked up at Chang Qing Teng, whose face was radiating righteousness, and suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with undisguised sarcasm: "Fellow Daoist Chang, your label of 'human righteousness' is truly accurate and heavy. But..."

He changed the subject and asked slowly, "Since you, fellow Daoist, are so devoted to your people and full of passion, isn't this the perfect opportunity to bring glory to our human race? Fellow Daoist Yuan is incredibly powerful and has an overwhelming aura. We need someone like Fellow Daoist Chang, who comes from a prestigious family and has impeccable credentials, to step up and decide the outcome of the battle. Wouldn't that be more significant and better showcase the prestige of our human race than someone like me, a rootless rogue cultivator?"

“You…” Chang Qing Teng did not expect Jing Yu to turn the tables on him so directly, and every word was piercing to the heart. He was speechless for a moment, his face turning pale and then red.

Seeing this, Yuan Jiqing growled impatiently, "What's with all the nonsense! You brat, are you going to fight or not? Stop with the rambling!"

Jing Yu sighed softly, as if she had finally been driven to despair by the annoyance.

He slowly stood up, his gaze falling on the menacing silver-maned demon ape in the arena, and shook his head, saying:

"Fine, fine. You stinky gorilla, you asked for a beating, so don't blame me."

Jing Yu slowly rose and stepped into the arena with composed steps, standing opposite Yuan Jiqing, whose three-zhang-tall silver body exuded a murderous aura.

He wore a simple gray robe and exuded a calm aura, which paled in comparison to the opponent's almost boiling momentum.

"Please." Jing Yu gestured casually.

"You monkey! You're just putting on airs!"

Yuan Jiqing, who had long been impatient, roared and launched the first attack!

Without any probing, it immediately unleashed the secret body-refining killing move passed down by the Ancestral Demon Palace—[Mountain-Splitting Collapse]!

His right fist, imbued with a tangible aura, aimed straight at Jing Yu's heart. Even before the fist arrived, the devastating intent of the punch, capable of shattering mountains, had already enveloped the surrounding area.

The prodigies on the sidelines held their breath, knowing the power of that punch. Even ordinary cultivators from other realms probably wouldn't have the courage to take it head-on.

At this moment, Jian Yunyuan was still regulating his breathing, but he had already opened his eyes. Seeing this, he frowned, then suddenly his lips moved, and he secretly transmitted his voice to Yue Xingzhou:

"Fellow Daoist Yue, we are all human cultivators. If Fellow Daoist Yuan goes too far in a moment, please lend a hand and save Fellow Daoist Xuanjing, so as not to cause any death."