Chapter 849 - 66: Wang Gang Remains

Chapter 849: Chapter 66: Wang Gang Remains

Kui Ma’s expression kept changing; he would bleed heavily this time, but...

He suddenly exhaled, "What are mere elixirs? My Gang Refining Hall can afford to lose. With this aid..."

"Hey, hey, what nonsense are you talking about? This is reserved by my Ten Thousand Rooster Hall." Tang Feng’s eyes nearly rolled to the top of his head. He initially thought he’d found an unpolished gem, waiting to be sculpted, but it turned out to be a top-grade jade. With the resources from Ten Thousand Rooster Hall backing him, this kid would soon reach Golden Core. Where else could you find such fortune?

Li Xin didn’t react much, standing in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, waiting for his third opponent. Yet, just standing there, no one dared to step forward for a moment.

Below the stage, Jiang Jinyue was already helping Chu Zhan clear his meridians, opening the Spiritual Ability channel, and feeding him elixirs. Chu Zhan was blessed by misfortune this time. Although he lost the match, he made further progress. She gazed at the serene Li Xin on stage, her expression complex. This time, the Three Pristine Sect lost face as their star disciple was led around in battle, but they gained benefits nonetheless and had nothing to say.

The Vajra Institute members were also silent. They were arrogant but discerning. This outsider loose cultivator beat Huyan Zhuolei and Chu Zhan handily. Though they couldn’t comprehend the nuances, he used tactics from both the Vajra Institute and the Three Pristine Sect.

It’s a psychological death blow.

"Where did this loose cultivator come from? He’s too powerful."

"Why do I feel like his Vajra Finger is even purer than Huyan Zhuolei’s?"

"But isn’t his technique just similar to Vajra Finger?"

"And what about the Shadow Clone? It’s not a Thunder Clone. It’s said that the Thunder Spirit Root is the easiest to train in this Three Pristine Sect’s technique. How did this body cultivator manage it?"

"How would I know? Are the standards of loose cultivators outside really this high now?"

"Uncle Master, should we arrange challengers?" Yun Yu reminded, indicating if no one challenged, contenders registered at Jiuxiao Building would appear by order.

"No rush, wait a little longer." Bao Yu’Er whispered, glancing around as strong emotions of excitement surged through the crowd. After two consecutive wins against top opponents, someone would surely seize this opportunity.

"Is Brother Ren really that formidable?" Xiao Yan was skeptical, "Or has Li Long’s standard overall risen so much?"

Liu Zhongyang smiled slightly, "Brother Xiao jests. Divine Land’s average level crushes Li Long’s. Only the Knightly Path from over there can stand out, though it’s quite rough; other techniques are superpower magic, lacking scrutiny."

"What about him?"

"He’s different," replied Ku Chan softly. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

Xiao Yan’s large eyes turned, smiling suddenly, "Are you two quite familiar with him? Looking to recruit him into your sects?"

Liu Zhongyang coughed lightly, "Pudu Cloud Hall suits Brother Ren well; it’d be wonderful if he could join."

"Pudu Cloud Hall doesn’t suit Brother Ren; our Celestial Dragon Temple is a better fit."

"Nobody likes being bald." Liu Zhongyang rolled his eyes heavily.

"I’m not bald, it’s shaved; it’s a form of cultivation, and we can also cultivate with hair." Ku Chan clasped his hands together.

"Shameless, even changing rules like that." Liu Zhongyang felt bitter; Celestial Dragon Temple’s status was indeed higher than Pudu Cloud Hall’s. He thought he’d discovered something others hadn’t, not expecting this bald monk to be so sharp too.

"Fair competition, no shady tactics!"

"I agree," Ku Chan stated earnestly.

Xiao Yan shook his fan, conjuring thoughts with a smile, "Since you two admire Brother Ren, why not step up and try? Maybe defeating him could lead to his recruitment?"

Liu Zhongyang and Ku Chan’s expressions shifted slightly as their aura changed momentarily.

"A battle is inevitable, but not here," Liu Zhongyang replied.

"I’m ready anytime," Ku Chan said.

At that moment, Li Xin just stood there, onlookers entertained by the spectacle. An unexpected outsider, talented and capable, yet in Liu Zhongyang and Ku Chan’s eyes, it was a different scene altogether.

The Secret Castle housed talents from all over the Divine Land, not only the Eastern Continent but also the Central Continent, featuring hidden organization heirs too, not to mention individuals from the Four Great Sanctuaries. Who wasn’t an elite in their own world? Who lacked a strong background? Who wasn’t exceptionally gifted? Yet, in the Secret Castle, everyone seemed ordinary.

Pressure, torment, struggle, transformation pervaded the enclosed Secret Castle.

In that absurdly challenging place, breaking through to become a main tester was terrifying as it meant one’s talent, resilience, learning capability, and physical strength embodied the best of the best, potentially gaining superior Divine Relics afterward.

Only those entering the Secret Castle knew its true value; outsiders were just peeping through the fog.

The Divine Land didn’t need Divine Relics, but its cultivation techniques could refine them, extract their power to bolster one’s inherent Divine Land strength, significantly enhancing future cultivation and immediate battle prowess, extending through many stages beyond Golden Core.

No genius lacked pride, and it was the same for Liu Zhongyang and Ku Chan.

In such a harsh environment, their rivalry was evident, yet the more intense it got, the better geniuses unleashed potential, manifested utmost will and awareness, rapidly adapting. Every bit of caution, every effort could break through, driving everyone to their limits.

Fast growth, quick maturation; those who broke through entered a new world, while those who failed languished, either hurt or forever downcast.

Until one day, a standout figure broke free, becoming a main tester, genuinely proud as they joined the uppermost ranks of the Secret Castle pyramid. Then, they met Avogadro.

Such a person, unforgettable even unto death.

Once believed to be a Secret Castle heir, bound eternally by its laws, residing alongside the immortal powerhouses, eternal and mighty, devoid of emotion. But now, this person appeared in the Divine Land.

The Shen Zhou Daily presented that turning figure. Ordinary to outsiders, yet its divine charm shocked those who’d endured main testing in the Secret Castle.

After all these years, what level had he reached? Ku Chan and Liu Zhongyang couldn’t estimate, but one fact remained: Divine Land had absolute restraint laws, granting them unprecedented opportunity.

Just like Chu Zhan, if they faced off, they’d gain more than mere personal breakthroughs. Once victorious, the wish power unleashed by fulfillment would be unimaginable, hence observing to seize that elusive chance.

Not long after, a graceful figure appeared in the Martial Arts Arena, instantly suffusing the internal area with a faint fragrance.

"Qu Qiao from Yin Yang Sect. Brother Ren, allow me to take advantage by accepting your third match." Qu Qiao clasped his hands.

Immediately, discussions erupted within the area; Qu Qiao, originally named Qu Qiao, was a member of the renowned Qu Family, later torn apart by family due to marriage, his beloved dying. In fury, he joined Yin Yang Sect, dedicating himself to cultivation. Previously ranked ninth on the Red List, with an upper-grade Wood Spirit Root, his Soul-Devouring Whip claimed souls and lives.

Li Xin eyed this almost 1.8-meter tall figure before him, boasting enviable legs, smooth skin, and a full bosom... the handsome former man, seemingly understanding the phrase "Wang Gang stays."

It wouldn’t be impossible.

Despite his physical changes upon joining Yin Yang Sect, Qu Qiao retained his family’s pride, not becoming shameless like most Yin Yang Sect disciples. His joining aimed at power, not depravity.

"Loose Cultivator Ren Yanli’s third challenger emerges: Qu Qiao from Yin Yang Sect. It begins now!" Yun Le’s voice rang like a nightingale, waking everyone.