Firefly Journey

On the seventh day, it was time for the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament to come to a close, and also the moment for the main event to begin.

The enormous arena was suspended in mid-air above Feilai Peak, and the mountain was filled with crowds of people who had come to watch, as dense as ants.

At the very top, the seven direct disciples and one ordinary disciple who broke through stood above the crowd, drawing lots for their opponents in the quarterfinals.

Qingyang Daoist arrived on a cloud, carrying a bucket of divination sticks, the numbers inside determining the opponents of the next eight people.

Wei Duanyang stood next to Lin Yuanran with an arrogant expression. Before even drawing lots, he began to gloat: "Junior brother, you can only pray that if you encounter me later, you'll surrender immediately. Otherwise, I'll damage your foundation so that you can forget about ever making any progress in your cultivation in this lifetime!"

Lin Yuanran laughed and said, "Oh? You intend to disregard the sect rules?"

The Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament explicitly stipulates that this sparring session must not result in death, and any act that damages another's cultivation is strictly prohibited.

But Wei Duanyang didn't seem to care.

“Since it’s a competition, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. I accidentally seriously injured you, junior brother, but it wasn’t my intention.”

"That's great! Who says I'm the only one who can get hurt?" Lin Yuanran laughed.

Wei Duanyang didn't know where his confidence came from. Even when disaster was imminent, he still dared to be arrogant. Even if he had some achievements in alchemy, they were nothing but unorthodox methods. If it really came down to a fight, how could he be a match for Wei Duanyang, who was only at the early stage of the Void Realm?

Just as Wei Duanyang was about to say a few more words, Qingyang Daoist used his Daoist magic to suppress the space, quieting everyone down.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the divination tube high, and the slips of paper with numbers on them went out in eight directions.

Lin Yuanran reached out and grabbed it, only to find the number "three" engraved on it. He smiled and looked at Wei Duanyang next to him.

Wei Duanyang was also looking at him.

Lin Yuanran made no attempt to hide the number on his slip, and coincidentally, Wei Duanyang's slip also had the number "three," which meant that a bloody battle was about to take place between the two.

Well, what Wei Duanyang and his disciples thought was a bloody battle was actually not taken seriously by Lin Yuanran at all.

Seeing that his signature was exactly the same as Lin Yuanran's, Wei Duanyang was overjoyed and almost grinned from ear to ear. "If you fall into my hands, just wait to become disabled!"

Of the remaining six disciples, Feng Ling was unlucky enough to draw her fellow disciple, Ao Yue. Ao Yue's expression was quite unpleasant; how could she have run into this filthy creature!

"Senior sister, please show mercy."

"I should be saying that..."

Ao Yue was extremely depressed and in a very bad mood.

Yan Jinglei and Cao Ping were not paired together; they each drew their own opponents.

In terms of the draw, it's practically a certainty that Yan Jinglei and Cao Ping will advance, especially Yan Jinglei, who has been a champion for decades and it's impossible for him to fail even in the semifinals.

Cao Ping is the number one person in the Star Moon Alliance after Yan Jinglei, so advancing to the next level is not difficult for him.

The internal battle at Erlai Peak is the most exciting. Ao Yue needs no introduction. As Erlai Peak's eldest disciple, and whose true form is the dragon Chaofeng, he could easily make it into the top two, let alone the top four.

However, her opponent is the astonishing Wind Chime, a mysterious woman with a bell hanging from her waist. She has defeated all her opponents to obtain the only ordinary spot, and she should not be underestimated.

As they are both from the same lineage of Erlai Peak, they must know each other quite well, and their duel is sure to be very interesting.

The least suspenseful group was Lin Yuanran's group.

Yes, Wei Duanyang is indeed not outstanding among his disciples. At least Yan Jinglei, Cao Ping, and Ao Yue are definitely superior to him, but his opponents are not worth looking at.

The Zhulai Peak lineage is respected by the other lineages for refining pills for the sect. However, respect cannot fill an empty stomach. The fact is that the lineage is weak overall. Even if you choose the tallest among the short, it is still just a slightly taller short.

Moreover, I've heard that Ario isn't even considered tall within the lineage; he only became a direct disciple because of his exceptional alchemy skills. By all accounts, he should be at the bottom.

Qingyang Daoist then announced the competition rules.

It's very simple: use all your skills, but don't harm your fellow disciples.

In addition, each competition has a set time limit, with each competition lasting a maximum of half an hour.

This is to prevent some disciples from using shield techniques to cower in place, which would not only make the competition less exciting but also waste everyone's time. The first place winner must be decided today, so we must finish the competition as quickly as possible.

Yan Jinglei was the first to appear.

His opponent, a close disciple, trembled and struggled a few tokenly before abandoning his sword and admitting defeat.

He was unlucky, too. He was a sword cultivator, but his skills and techniques were no match for Yan Jinglei, who was also a sword cultivator. So he surrendered directly.

Cao Ping's weapon was a large sword, surrounded by a bloody aura, which looked quite intimidating. This sword had been with him for many years, and he didn't know how many powerful demons and evil cultivators it had killed. Nourished by their blood, it had achieved its current power.

Cao Ping's situation was less smooth, and he was caught in a tough battle. After about twenty minutes, the two were decided, and Cao Ping emerged victorious.

Next, it will be time for the internal competition among the disciples of Erlai Peak.

Ao Yue looked frustrated, wondering whether she should reveal her true form, but Feng Ling's next move made her give up the idea.

Along with that, the idea of ​​continuing the fight was also abandoned.

She stopped pretending and stepped into the aerial duel arena. Boundless lightning fell as she entered, and she seemed to be bathed in a sea of ​​lightning. Her aura was extraordinary, even just by looking at her.

Ordinary disciples only knew that the sea of ​​lightning was terrifying, but only Ao Yue, who was closest to her, knew exactly how terrifying the sea of ​​lightning was.

Even if Ao Yue reveals his true form as Chao Feng, he can only withstand a few more attacks; in the end, he will still suffer a bloody and bruised end.

Between being beaten up and admitting defeat, and admitting defeat outright, the difference is just one beating. Everyone knows which choice to make.

"Junior sister, you have excellent skills. I admit defeat. Farewell!" Ao Yue bowed with a chuckle and disappeared in a flash.

The wind chime withdrew the "Thunder String Severing Prison" domain effect, thinking to itself, "You're quite sensible, knowing to suffer less."

Ao Yue's decisive escape stunned everyone. The ordinary disciples' mouths gaped open, as if they could fit pebbles in them. The renowned Senior Sister Ao Yue had actually been scared away by a fellow disciple?!

Some even wondered if this was a scheme by Erlai Peak, deliberately making Ao Yue give way to her junior sister.

The cultivators from the three sects who witnessed the ceremony were no less surprised than their own disciples, and perhaps even more so.

I've never heard of such a person in the Star Moon Alliance...

Where did you come from?!

Only Chu Muyu smiled calmly, her eyes filled with greed.

The wind chimes slowly returned, and Lin Yuanran, without using spatial teleportation, also slowly walked in her direction.

As the two passed each other, Fengling playfully nudged his arm with her fist, and Lin Yuanran smiled knowingly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

This made everyone extremely envious. What exactly did Ario possess that allowed him to win the heart of such an outstanding woman? Was it just because he had reached the Foundation Establishment stage?

After watching Fengling's performance these past few days, Wei Duanyang couldn't help but feel a little dazed. He never expected that Erlai Peak had such a stunningly beautiful junior sister who was truly captivating.

But what merit does that white-haired devil possess? How could he possibly have such a beautiful woman by his side?

Why not take this opportunity to cripple it? Then things will be much easier to handle in the future!

At this moment, Wei Duanyang forgot his original intention to deal with Lin Yuanran. Jealousy welled up in his heart, and he glared at Lin Yuanran.

Lin Yuanran entered the room, looked at the murderous Wei Duanyang, and didn't say a word.

Further words are useless; broken bones are the best lessons.