svetikya Chapter 100 Do you understand what the Pure Yang Manual is?
Chapter 100 Do you understand what the Pure Yang Manual is?
Chapter 100 Do you understand what the Pure Yang Manual is?
Time flew by and it was already the afternoon of the second day.
Compared to yesterday's leisurely pace, Zhang Xiaofan is finally facing his first battle in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament today. Coincidentally, his first opponent is none other than Qi Hao.
At this moment, Qi Hao stood on the arena, holding a Frost Immortal Sword. His posture was upright and his spirit was high. He was full of vigor and ready to perform well on the arena, to let his junior sister Tian Ling'er of Dazhu Peak see his demeanor, and to see if he could win back her heart.
"How did these two run into each other?" Xiao Yan stroked his chin, staring at the man on the arena in the screen, his tone full of amusement and a desire to see more drama unfold.
"I remember this guy is pretty strong, right? Xiao Fan probably won't be a match for him." Zhang Chulan was a little worried. After all, Zhang Xiao Fan's strength was obvious to all. It was hard to say whether he could even get past him. If he got beaten up in front of his love rival, he would probably be heartbroken.
Xiao Yan waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Chu Lan, your perspective is too narrow. Xiao Fan has already won over the girl, so winning or losing is no longer important. Otherwise, look at Fei Zai, he took down Caesar and Chu Zihang with two shots, but it was still completely useless."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Lu Mingfei, who had been leaning against the stone wall posing as a melancholy young man, suddenly broke down, clutching his chest and saying, "If you're going to talk about Xiao Fan, just talk about Xiao Fan properly. Why are you dragging me into this again!"
Zhang Chulan immediately gave Lu Mingfei the middle finger, mercilessly adding insult to injury: "Shut up, you loser!"
"I'm so angry and cold—" Lu Mingfei muttered, looking utterly hopeless.
Seeing Lu Mingfei's expression, Zhang Chulan curled her lip. If it were up to him, she should have given her virginity mark to Lu Mingfei; it was useless anyway.
well!?
Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up instantly, and his gaze towards Lu Mingfei softened: "Fei-zai, don't be down. I'll give you a gift to comfort your wounded heart."
"What is it?" Lu Mingfei looked over suspiciously, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
The next second, a group notification popped up:
[Group notification: Zhang Chulan sent a designated red envelope to Lu Mingfei.]
Lu Mingfei clicked on it subconsciously.
"Awooo—!!!"
An indescribable and mysterious power instantly enveloped his entire body, especially a certain key area where a tearing pain reached the depths of his soul.
Lu Mingfei screamed in agony, unable to maintain his pose any longer. He clutched his groin and curled up on the ground, rolling around like a shrimp, his face contorted as if he were wearing a mask of pain.
At the same time, Zhang Chulan on the other side suddenly trembled, feeling as if some kind of innate, invisible shackle had disappeared, and an unprecedented sense of ease swept over every cell in his body.
He froze in disbelief at first, then a look of wild joy washed over him, tears welling up in his eyes. He knelt down with a thud, shouting to the heavens, "It's done! It really is done! Hahahaha—I'm free!!!"
Not far away, Russell, who had witnessed all of this, twitched his lips uncontrollably several times.
"What a talent!"
One can only say that Zhang Chulan is truly a talent; he even managed to come up with such a method. However—
Russell glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was still rolling on the ground and howling, and silently gave Zhang Chulan a thumbs up. He did a great job. This is how you should deal with that bastard Lu Mingfei!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the story, in the Cloud Sea Square of Qingyun Sect, around the Zhen character arena, people were already thronging around, making it impossible to move, and all kinds of sounds were boiling like a tide.
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Firstly, Qi Hao himself is very popular. Not only is he handsome, but he is also very kind and friendly. He was also the runner-up in the previous Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament. The mentality of admiring the strong exists in every world, so his matches are always packed.
Furthermore, Qi Hao's opponent today is also extremely enviable. Known in the martial arts world as the "Love Saint of Qingyun," Zhang Xiaofan was seen yesterday traveling to Tongtian Peak with Lu Xueqi, the Ice Beauty of Xiaozhu Peak, on his left, and Tian Ling'er, the Pearl of Dazhu Peak, on his right. Many people witnessed this scene. The disciples who witnessed it thought they were under an illusion, as the Ice Beauty could also smile so happily.
In no time, Zhang Xiaofan's name became famous on Tongtian Peak. They came today to see who this Casanova Zhang was. If they could make friends with him and learn from him, that would be the best thing ever.
"Xiao Fan, when Senior Brother Qi Hao participated in the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament sixty years ago, he was already a master of the seventh level of the Jade Purity Realm. You must be very careful later. If you can't win, admit defeat. Don't push yourself. Safety first, understand?"
Below the arena, Tian Ling'er tugged at Zhang Xiaofan's sleeve, giving him a pre-battle pep talk, telling him that winning or losing didn't matter, but he must protect himself.
Lu Xueqi, standing to the side, brandished the Tianya Divine Sword in her hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Xiaofan. If you lose, I'll definitely help you get revenge when I meet him again."
Hearing his two senior sisters' words, Zhang Xiaofan felt a warmth in his heart and nodded heavily.
On a high platform not far away, the heads and elders of each lineage were all present.
Master Shuiyue, the head of Xiaozhu Peak, had a frosty face and eyes like lightning. He stared intently at the three laughing and chatting group below the stage, especially his beloved disciple Lu Xueqi, who seemed to have been bewitched. The veins on the back of his right hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, were slightly visible, and he exuded a low pressure that kept strangers at bay.
Sitting next to her, Tian Buyi, whose chubby face had been somewhat sullen because his pretty little cabbage seemed about to be eaten by a pig, felt much better when he glanced at Shuiyue's expression of almost exploding with anger but still trying to maintain her composure.
"Zhen position, round of 32 to 16, second match!" The elder referee's booming voice echoed across the square, silencing the noise: "Qi Hao from Dragon Head Peak versus Zhang Xiaofan from Great Bamboo Peak, please come to the stage!"
As the sound subsided, countless gazes instantly focused on them.
Zhang Xiaofan nodded to Tian Ling'er and Lu Xueqi, then turned and walked up the steps to the arena.
On the stage, Qi Hao had been waiting. Upon seeing Zhang Xiaofan step onto the stage, he gracefully bowed and said, "Qi Hao of Dragon Head Peak, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Zhang."
Zhang Xiaofan returned the bow respectfully: "Zhang Xiaofan of Dazhu Peak, please enlighten me, Senior Brother Qi."
To demonstrate his magnanimity, Qi Hao put one hand behind his back and gestured to Zhang Xiaofan, indicating that he should make the first move.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't stand on ceremony and said in a low voice, "Excuse me, Senior Brother Qi!"
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan flipped the dark fire stick in his hand, and a rich blue light burst from the stick, illuminating his calm face. Qi Hao was startled when he saw this, thinking that the other party was about to activate some powerful magic weapon or secret technique. He dared not be negligent and hurriedly activated the Frost Immortal Sword to be fully unsheathed.
Amidst the clear, resonant sound of the sword, a frost-like sword aura surged forth, causing the temperature on the arena to plummet, as if even the air itself had condensed into tiny ice crystals. Qi Hao stood ready for battle.
Then Zhang Xiaofan stepped onto the Big Dipper Step and instantly appeared in front of him. Without any extra movements, he simply closed in. However, his speed was extremely fast, far exceeding that of ordinary Jade Purity cultivators, and his staff technique was completely unpredictable. Qi Hao was in a real headache for a moment.
Although his cultivation was high and his swordsmanship was exquisite, the orthodox teachings of the Qingyun Sect mainly focused on sword control, spellcasting, and mid-to-long-range combat. He had never seen such an unreasonable close-quarters fighting style.
Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, he was constantly caught off guard by the cunning shadows of the staff, forcing him to frequently parry with his sword, rendering his exquisite techniques somewhat ineffective.
What kind of fighting style is this? Is this how the disciples of Dazhu Peak are taught?!
Qi Hao cursed inwardly.
Where are your spells? Where are all those fancy special effects? Who taught your cultivators to only invest in one illumination spell and put all the rest into attack speed and critical hit rate?!
"Good! That's how you should play!" In the live stream, Russell slammed his hand on the table. It wasn't for nothing that he had carefully trained this kid for so many years; he hadn't disappointed him after all.
Xiao Yan and Han Li also showed expressions of approval at the right time, proving that he was indeed their little brother.
"Junior Brother Zhang, please forgive me!"
Knowing he was in trouble if he continued to be suppressed like this, Qi Hao stopped holding back. A highly refined ring of ice sword energy suddenly rippled out, temporarily forcing back Zhang Xiaofan, who was following him like a shadow. He also took the opportunity to retreat, creating distance, and came to the edge of the arena. He formed a sword incantation, and the blade of the Frost Immortal Sword in his hand instantly became as clear as ten thousand years of mysterious ice, with a faint blue light swirling and flowing on it.
"Mysterious Frost - Seal!"
Qi Hao flicked his fingers, and the immortal sword hummed. Three thick, dark blue ice chains, each as thick as an arm, materialized out of thin air and shot towards Zhang Xiaofan in a triangular formation. They were so fast that they left only three pale blue afterimages in the air. A bone-chilling cold swept over him, and Zhang Xiaofan felt his blood flow slow down, and his movements inevitably stiffened slightly.
In the past, he would have already knelt down by now, but for some reason, he felt a warm and powerful force supporting him. He didn't know how to use this force yet, but that was enough. With this force, the coldness in his body only lasted for a moment before it was melted away.
A dark blue light rose from the tip of the fire poker, the poker's shadow swirled, and a burst of magical power erupted, instantly shattering the icy chains. But this was not the end.
Qi Hao's sword technique changed again. Centered on Zhang Xiaofan, countless palm-sized ice crystals with sharp, knife-like edges suddenly appeared in the air, densely packed, almost completely blocking all space for dodging.
Zhang Xiaofan's pupils contracted, and he swung his fire stick into a dark blue-green light screen, firmly protecting himself. The clanging and clashing sounds were as dense as a sudden rain. Ice crystals collided with the shadow of the stick, shattering into finer ice mist, but immediately reforming under the influence of the icy sword energy. He staggered backward, each step leaving a clear wet mark on the frosty bluestone, which was then frozen solid.
With a loud bang, the light screen exploded, and Zhang Xiaofan lost his strength and knelt on one knee, using his stick to support himself on the ground. His chest heaved violently, and the breath he exhaled instantly condensed into white mist. His whole body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and ice crystals were everywhere between his hair and eyebrows. He looked quite disheveled.
A murmur arose from the audience, mostly praising Qi Hao's overwhelming strength.
"As expected, Senior Brother Qi is truly amazing!"
"The Frost Immortal Sword truly lives up to its name!"
"It's not easy for Zhang Xiaofan to have held on this long —"
"Xiao Fan!" Tian Ling'er couldn't help but exclaim in surprise from below the stage, her hands clenching tightly. Although Lu Xueqi didn't say anything, the fingers holding Tianya tightened quietly, and a look of worry flashed across her clear eyes.
"Junior Brother Zhang, you've lost. Admit defeat." Seeing this, Qi Hao felt a little more at ease, dispersed the ice crystals, and spoke to Zhang Xiaofan in a gentle tone.
"Admit defeat?" Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and repeated the two words, his voice a little hoarse.
For some reason, seeing Zhang Xiaofan's appearance, Qi Hao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he heard some kind of tragic music he had never heard before. Then he saw Zhang Xiaofan exhale a breath of cold air and stand up with difficulty.
His gaze swept over Qi Hao, then over the sea of Qingyun disciples below the arena, and suddenly he threw his head back and burst into laughter.
"My life was originally very peaceful," Zhang Xiaofan said, his voice not loud, but it overpowered the noise from the audience and clearly reached everyone's ears: "With my parents, in Caomiao Village, although we were poor, we were happy and content."
"But fate had other plans. In just one day, the entire village of Caomiao was slaughtered."
"From that day on, I, Zhang Xiaofan, no longer lived just for myself. I carried the hopes and dreams of the entire Caomiao Village on my shoulders. How could I fall here? How could I admit defeat here?!"
His tone was initially calm, as if he were narrating someone else's story, but as he spoke, his voice grew increasingly impassioned, like the roar of a trapped beast, or a resounding vow: "I will live! I will strive to cultivate! I will find the murderer! I will avenge the 42 households and 247 people of Caomiao Village!"
He roared out the last two words, "revenge," with all his might, his voice echoing through the heavens and reverberating atop Tongtian Peak.
This is not deliberate sentimentality; it is his true feeling, buried deep in his heart, tormented day and night, which he has never fully confided to anyone. It is the burning passion that has sustained him through countless tedious days and nights of cultivation!
Today, I lay bare my heart in the open, feeling exhilarated: "Either live fearlessly, or die a worthy death; the word 'defeat' will never appear in my dictionary!"
"this----"
The entire venue fell into a sudden, deathly silence.
All the discussions and exclamations ceased abruptly at that moment. The disciples stared blankly at the not-so-tall, even somewhat disheveled figure on the arena, at the almost burning flame in his eyes and the deep sorrow within.
"Zhang Xiaofan!"
"Zhang Xiaofan!!"
"Zhang Xiaofan!!!"
Someone shouted first, and then more and more voices joined in, creating a roaring, tidal wave of sound!
Countless Qingyun disciples, their faces flushed, waved their arms vigorously and shouted his name.
The voice was filled with shock and resonance, as if the blood in one's entire body had been ignited at that moment.
Even many of the Dragon Head Peak disciples who had originally sided with Qi Hao now looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a mixture of admiration and sympathy.
On the high platform, Tian Buyi's expression was uncertain, Su Ru was full of heartache, and Master Shuiyue's hand, which was tightly gripping the sword hilt, unconsciously loosened a little at this moment, and his cold expression softened slightly. The other elders from various branches also nodded frequently.
"————" Qi Hao was completely stunned. This was just a competition, why was it so valuable?
How did a friendly sparring match suddenly escalate into a matter of avenging the entire village and carrying on the will of the people?
Should he continue to make a move, or not?
If he takes action, he'll seem heartless; if he doesn't, how can he win back Junior Sister Tian's heart? Right, Junior Sister Tian!
Thinking of this, Qi Hao subconsciously looked towards Tian Ling'er's location, and then, as if struck by lightning, he froze completely.
Tian Ling'er was already in tears, her face streaked with sobs, and was being gently comforted by Lu Xueqi in her arms.
Although Lu Xueqi's expression remained aloof, her gaze towards Zhang Xiaofan was gentler than ever before, even carrying a hint of—heartache.
Seeing this, Qi Hao felt as if his heart had shattered, as if he had lost something completely.
Perhaps influenced by his emotions, Zhang Xiaofan felt the power within his body slowly awakening. A surge of heat flowed out from his dantian, his fatigue quickly subsided, the chill was completely dispelled, and his depleted spiritual energy was recovering at an astonishing speed. The thin frost around his body evaporated instantly, and his aura rose instead of falling.
Tightening his grip on the fire poker, Zhang Xiaofan solemnly bowed to the somewhat dazed Qi Hao: "Senior Brother Qi, I lost my composure just now, mentioning personal grudges and disrupting the fairness of the competition. Now, please, Senior Brother, have no further concerns, nor hold back. Our victory or defeat depends solely on the difference in our cultivation levels, nothing else!"
Feeling Zhang Xiaofan's sincerity, Qi Hao's heart warmed, and his previous disappointment and embarrassment were greatly reduced. He let out a long sigh of relief, and his eyes became clear again: "Okay."
He was narrow-minded. Zhang Xiaofan was a respectable opponent, and he almost missed him because of a momentary lapse in judgment. If that's the case, then he should give him the highest respect.
He looked towards the stands, and after receiving confirmation from Dao Xuan Zhenren, he lowered his wrist, causing the light of the Frost Immortal Sword to dim. Then, it rose with a more solemn and majestic aura, causing the temperature of the entire arena to drop sharply again, even affecting the disciples watching in the front row, making them shiver.
"Junior Brother Zhang, let's settle this with a single sword strike."
As the immortal sword fell, the icy aura on the arena gathered wildly, condensing into a lifelike ice dragon in front of Qi Hao.
The dragon's body was several meters long, entirely composed of translucent, deep blue ice, with distinct scales, sharp claws and teeth, and a pair of hollow dragon eyes that gleamed with a cold blue light.
As the ice dragon passed, it left a trail of frost in the air that lingered for a long time, and the arena floor was frozen inch by inch by the dragon's might.
A deathly chill descended upon Zhang Xiaofan, instantly engulfing him.
Cold! A cold that pierces to the bone and freezes to the soul!
Zhang Xiaofan felt his blood was about to freeze, his thoughts became sluggish, and all he could see was the ever-enlarging, ferocious ice-blue dragon head.
Is it all over? Is this how it ends?
Do not!
no way!
Just as Dao Xuan Zhenren was about to intervene to save people, Zhang Xiaofan roared and a powerful force burst forth from his body. A pure white pillar of energy with two cranes circling around him shattered the ice dragon, burst through the white clouds on the mountaintop, and the strange phenomenon could be seen dozens of miles away.
In a daze, everyone heard a faint, mysterious voice in their ears—
"Eight hundred years have passed since I attained enlightenment, and I have never taken a head with my flying sword. The Jade Emperor has not yet bestowed any heavenly decree upon me, and I have instead sold my black gold to circulate among the world."
The entire audience was stunned!
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