Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

A fierce malice flashed in the man's eyes. How could a woman in the early stage of Foundation Establishment enter the semi-finals, especially one as beautiful as her? He couldn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on.

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips. He thought to himself, "This woman probably got to where she is through some shady means. Today, I'll make her look bad in front of everyone and teach this arrogant brat a lesson."

Looking at her Golden Core stage opponent, Shen Chumo felt a sense of heaviness in her heart, but this heaviness only made her more composed.

The audience below were buzzing with discussion, all wondering how Shen Chumo would lose.

The difference in skill level is too great. For a Golden Core cultivator to deal with an early Foundation Establishment cultivator is a piece of cake. This girl would probably be knocked off the stage in just a few moves.

"Yes, although this girl looks pretty, her cultivation level is what it is, so there's not much suspense in this match."

Shen Chumo ignored him, her gaze fixed on her opponent, calmly observing his every move.

The referee stood in one corner of the ring, his expression serious as he scanned the two fighters. With a wave of his flag, he shouted, "The match begins!"

Without saying a word, the man suddenly unleashed his spiritual power, stomped his foot, and the stone slabs on the ground cracked instantly. He then rushed towards Shen Chumo like an arrow released from a bow.

He raised his broadsword high, its blade gleaming with a cold light that flashed blindingly in the sunlight. With a whooshing sound, he slashed down straight at Shen Chumo's head. This strike carried the powerful force of a Golden Core stage expert, seemingly about to cleave Shen Chumo in two.

Despite the overwhelming attack, Shen Chumo's eyes remained frighteningly calm.

She dodged the man's fatal blow with the grace of a wisp of smoke.

The broadsword slammed heavily onto the arena with a deafening boom, splitting a deep groove in the stone slab and sending debris flying. Taking advantage of the moment when the man sheathed his sword, Shen Chumo lightly touched the ground with her toes and swiftly thrust out her longsword, aiming directly at the man's throat.

The man reacted extremely quickly. He suddenly swung his broadsword horizontally, and with a clang, sparks flew everywhere. Shen Chumo's longsword struck the blade, producing a crisp impact. The huge recoil made Shen Chumo's arm go slightly numb.

The man missed his first attack, but his offensive intensified.

He brandished his broadsword, the blade flashing and enveloping Shen Chumo like a black curtain of light.

Shen Chumo dodged left and right, using her agile movements to avoid the man's attacks time and time again. However, her opponent was, after all, a Golden Core cultivator with abundant spiritual power and a tight attack rhythm. Shen Chumo gradually became exhausted, and several scratches from the wind of the blade appeared on her body, with bright red blood seeping out and staining her snow-white clothes.

The audience below the stage was thrilled. Some cheered for Shen Chumo, while others shook their heads and sighed, believing that she was bound to lose.

"This Shen Chumo is truly tenacious. It's not easy for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to withstand the attacks of a Golden Core cultivator for so long!"

"Hmph, they'll lose no matter how hard they try. The gap is huge." Various comments rose and fell.

On the arena, the man grew increasingly furious as he couldn't break through the defenses. He roared, raising his broadsword high, the spiritual energy on the blade surging wildly, forming a massive black shadow.

"Little girl, suffer death!"

The man roared, then hurled his blade at Shen Chumo. The attack was incredibly powerful, tearing the air apart and producing a piercing sound.

Shen Chumo felt unprecedented pressure. She knew that if she took this attack head-on, she would be seriously injured.

No, it's too much of a stretch for someone at the early Foundation Establishment stage to fight against someone at the Golden Core stage.

However, this wasn't her only method.

Shen Chumo smiled, put two fingers together, and instantly pulled out three talismans that glowed with an eerie red light. These were the incredibly powerful "Explosion Talismans." Then, seizing the opportunity, she shouted and flicked her wrist, sending the three Explosion Talismans flying out in a fan shape toward the blade shadow.

The talisman exploded the instant it made contact with the blade, unleashing three dazzling red lights that resembled three miniature suns bursting apart in the center of the arena.

The powerful impact spread wildly outwards from the point of explosion, creating rolling shockwaves that churned up the surrounding air into chaos.

The audience gasped in surprise, and many people instinctively took a few steps back, stunned by the sudden and powerful force.

"This talisman is incredibly powerful. It's not an ordinary explosive talisman; it's a top-grade explosive talisman. And she used three of them at once. This girl must be very wealthy."

“A top-grade explosive talisman costs a full twenty top-grade spirit stones at Tianyan Pavilion. This time, sixty top-grade spirit stones are gone in an instant. I feel like my heart is bleeding.”

Most independent cultivators are short of resources and have to rack their brains to get a single spirit stone. So how could they not be shocked and envious when they see Shen Chumo spending so lavishly?

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Shen Chumo stood steadily on the arena. Although her figure swayed slightly, she maintained her fighting stance, her gaze fixed firmly on the direction where her opponent had fallen.

The Golden Core stage man was lying on the edge of the arena, his life hanging in the balance. His black outfit had been torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the explosion, and his spiritual energy was in disarray, rendering him unable to fight any longer.

The referee swiftly leaped onto the stage, first checking the man's condition. After confirming that he was not in immediate danger, he turned to face the audience and excitedly announced, "Shen Chumo wins this round of the semi-finals and advances to the next round!"

This announcement was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples among the crowd.

Winning this round doesn't immediately put you in the finals. There are 1,000 people who registered for the preliminary round, half of whom were eliminated, leaving 500. The semi-finals will eliminate 400 people, and finally only 100 people will enter the finals. So Shen Chumo still needs to compete in one more round.

Shen Chumo stood aside with her eyes closed, waiting for her number to be drawn.

Today also happens to be the day Shen Li and Luo Chen were imprisoned at the Confinement Cliff.

At Lingtian Sect, Luo Chen and Shen Li were outside the Forbidden Cliff, while Shen Feng, Lin Shuang, Lin Yu, and several other senior brothers and sisters, along with several elders, watched them in silence.

Luo Chen was no longer the dashing figure he once was. For the past month, he had been thinking about the hardships he would face after entering the Confined Cliff, and he had been depressed for a whole month. His once handsome face was now haggard, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes revealed fear and unease.

When he stood on the edge of the confinement cliff, he realized he regretted it. He truly regretted it. And, he had done all this for Shen Li, and it was Shen Li who had instigated him to take Shen Chumo's medicine.

Why is it that Shen Li only gets imprisoned for ten years while he gets imprisoned for twenty? That's not fair.

In contrast, Shen Li, though also pale, possessed a hint of stubbornness in her expression.

"Luo Chen, Shen Li, the Forbidden Cliff is fraught with danger. You must be careful once you enter. This is your punishment, but also a trial. I hope you can reflect on your mistakes and reform yourselves during this time."

A white-haired elder broke the silence, his voice deep and authoritative, his gaze sweeping over the two men.