He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

"How is Junior Nephew Yin?"

Elder Sun Zhixian stayed in the square to watch the other disciples compete, while the Third Elder and Ji Linlang returned to visit Fu Xun.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor injury." Fu Xun shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle-Master."

The Third Elder channeled his spiritual energy into his body to confirm that he was alright before asking, "That's good. Do you want to continue the competition?"

Fu Xun: "This disciple will not easily withdraw."

After saying this, the time was up, and everyone returned to the square. Leng Huan saw that the arena had been rebuilt.

Ji Linlang told Leng Huan that she was going to the martial arts arena to spar again.

Looking at Fu Xun standing on the stage as if nothing had happened, Leng Huan thought to himself, "Long Aotian is indeed the kind of guy who gets stronger the more he fights."

Whether it was to avoid wasting time or something else, Fu Xun was very fast, winning seven games in a row in less than half an hour!

In the eighth match, he finally faced Murong Qin.

To be honest, Fu Xun had met Murong Qin before, but not often, and they had no interaction whatsoever. But now, by chance, Murong Qin politely extended his hand to greet him, saying, "Fellow Daoist, please enlighten me."

Fu Xun felt a little itchy to touch it.

He only said "I dare not accept such praise," and surprisingly took the initiative, flipping his wrist and drawing his sword fiercely.

Murong Qin was a pure magic cultivator, but the cultivation technique he practiced was the Murong family's fire-attribute classic, "Nine Heavens Fire Scale Technique".

It has great attack power, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

However, who told him to run into a sword cultivator like Fu Xun?

"Clang!" Fu Xun's Xuan Tie sword clashed with the opponent's fire-attribute spirit sword. The burst of air caused their robes to billow and their hair to fly. At the same time, they felt tremendous resistance. This round was a test.

With metallic sparks reflected in his eyes, Murong Qin suddenly spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I never expected that Young Master Fu would have such good fortune after not seeing you for several years. I imagine your brother would be filled with regret upon seeing you."

"I wonder if Patriarch Leng regrets it now that he sees your talent?"

"Clang!" Fu Xun ignored him, turned and slashed with his sword again. Murong Qin reacted quickly and blocked the iron sword with his own sword, continuing, "I heard that you and Miss Leng are from the same sect. Don't you hate the Leng family?"

Upon hearing him mention Leng Huan, Fu Xun's eyes darkened, and he suddenly channeled his spiritual power, sweeping Leng Huan away with a flick of his hand.

What kind of sword cultivator is he if he can't break through all laws with a single sword strike?

The swift and elusive blade, carrying an invisible killing intent, thrust repeatedly, forcing Murong Qin to use his sword to defend and dodge, leaving him no energy to utter a single word.

Fu Xun unleashed a powerful sword strike, its blade gleaming with light, aimed directly at Murong Qin. Forced into a corner, he could only channel his spiritual energy into a hand seal, shouting, "Fire Kirin, emerge!"

Flames surged around him, coalescing into an arc-shaped fire shield in front of him, serving both offensive and defensive purposes. The moment the sword energy collided with the fire shield, the onlookers had already retreated several feet, yet they still felt the scorching heat.

The purple light in front of Fu Xun paused for a moment, then increased instead of decreasing. He suddenly lowered his arms, and a tremendous force surged toward the sword blade like a torrent. Murong Qin only felt a numbness in his hand, and the next second he was caught off guard and thrown away!

The speed was too fast; he didn't have time to launch another attack and was swiftly knocked off the stage...

Leng Huan thought this move was incredibly cool. Fu Xun sheathed his sword and stood on the stage, and the steward announced that he had won.

If they continued playing, Fu Xun was afraid he would break the rules, since they had agreed to keep winning so that she could place her bets.

...

The final match was against the swordsman. Fu Xun decisively stopped short of defeat. In three rounds, the tip of his sword was less than half an inch from the man's neck. The man felt a chilling killing intent. When he heard Fu Xun say "I concede," he hurriedly shouted, "I admit defeat!"

Sword cultivators don't want to put in a lot of effort for nothing, fight to the death, and ultimately lose. After watching so many matches, Fu Xun's strength is obvious to all.

Fu Xun's odds have decreased since today.

From then on, Fu Xun became the number one champion of the Class C arena, and for the next few days, others would come to challenge him.

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Seeing that he had won smoothly, Leng Huan went to collect the spirit stones with satisfaction. The 100,000 became 900,000. She also bought 50,000 for Fu Xun, so he also had 450,000.

"Shush, shush~..." She hummed a little tune happily all the way back to Ruyi Pavilion, while Fu Xun followed silently.

"Senior Brother Yin, Senior Sister Leng." He greeted Che Li with a beaming smile as he met him at the entrance, "You guys are amazing!"

Thanks to the two of them, the fellow disciples have won quite a few spirit stones recently.

Leng Huan said modestly, "I was lucky. If we had lost, wouldn't you have both been exhausted and lost your spirit stones..."

Che Li grabbed a handful of hair: "Everyone believes that Senior Sister Leng will definitely win."

"..."

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The Huanyue Immortal Sect has several major halls, including those for the Five Elements, weapon crafting, formations, and talismans, each located on a separate mountaintop.

That night, on the mountain of the Array Hall, a certain person was in seclusion in a cave.

Following the system prompts, Wang Chen waited outside the cave to welcome his grandfather, the Fourth Elder of the Array Hall.

"Host, Elder Wang is also an important villain in this stage of the plot. He is at the peak of the late Golden Core stage and has been in seclusion for ten years, stuck for decades with no hope of breaking through. He is now nearing his end. When he comes out of seclusion, he discovers the male protagonist's innate spiritual root and plans to capture him and possess his body. He conspires with his grandson to harm the male protagonist."

"Wait! System, the male lead isn't so easy to catch!"

Wang Chen sensed something was wrong. "System, in the original story, Elder Wang was able to harm the male lead because the male lead was just an outer disciple of the Huanyue Immortal Sect!"

"But now the male lead is a direct disciple of the Misty Immortal Sect, and they also have two Nascent Soul elders. Are you sure this plot can continue?"

System: "Of course, Elder Wang is just a minor boss. The male protagonist will unleash his full power and kill him. Host, don't worry."

That's what he said, but Wang Chen still felt that something was strange.

Before he could think any further, the cave door opened.

"Greetings, Elder! Congratulations on your completion of seclusion!" The servant disciple hurriedly greeted him respectfully.

Elder Wang slowly stepped out, his sharp eyes sweeping over the people at the door before his gaze landed on Wang Chen. The two looked somewhat alike, one old and one young, so even after ten years apart, Elder Wang still recognized him. His voice was slightly surprised as he asked, "You are Chen'er. You have already reached the Golden Core stage?"

Wang Chen quickly lowered his head and replied, "Grandpa, you've finally come out of seclusion. It is indeed your grandson. I just broke through to the Golden Core stage this year."

He felt a little nervous. This person had been pampered since childhood. Ten years ago, he was only fourteen years old and still in the Qi Refining stage. Now he was an adult and his personality had changed. He figured that his adoptive grandfather wouldn't notice the changes.

With a slight sigh of relief, the middle-aged man exclaimed, "Good, hahaha, as expected of a member of the Wang family... Very good, very good..."

Wang Chen thought he was praising his grandson, so he just smiled modestly and said, "Grandpa, I'm slow-witted and still have a long way to go..."

Elder Wang looked at his grandson, who was just the right age, and a complex emotion flashed across his face. He had encountered some problems in his cultivation in the past, and his cultivation had not progressed for decades. He had already felt that there was no hope of breaking through and that his lifespan was coming to an end. He was also showing signs of the five signs of decay of a celestial being.

At this moment, Wang Chen complained to his grandfather according to the plot: "Grandpa, you've been in seclusion for too long, I haven't seen you in ages. You don't know that at the recent Immortal Alliance Conference, a sword cultivator with unparalleled talent emerged... drawing praise from everyone, even my fiancée Shen Hanyan is looking at him differently..."

Trying his best to lie through his teeth, Wang Chen seemed to be filled with jealousy and resentment. Then, he changed the subject: "Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go back to the Array Hall first."

Elder Wang nodded, and the group returned to the main hall together.

The grandfather and grandson asked each other about their recent situations, when Wang Chen suddenly asked casually, "Grandpa, did you gain anything from your seclusion?"

Elder Wang gave him a silent, meaningful look with his hands behind his back.

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