Novel Full Chapter 108: Such a Gap
At this moment, at the other end of the viewing stand.
In the corner.
The disciples of the Beiyuan Sect had been arranged here.
Ye Xiu stood beside Elder Zhang, staring at the duel currently taking place on Ring Three, between Kongshan Sect’s Dao Inquirer Lin Xinyang and that sturdy cultivator.
“The Hunyán Sect lives up to its reputation.”
Watching the molten blaze spewed from the sturdy cultivator’s mouth, Elder Zhang of the Beiyuan Sect couldn’t help but admire aloud.
The Hunyán Sect is a late first-rate sect located in the southeast of the Chenping Continent. Both its cultivation methods and techniques trace back to a Great Ascended power from sixty thousand years ago, a master named Vermilion Sparrow, who founded the Hunyán True Art.
Of course, it was only fragments.
Those fragments of the Hunyán True Art are like chicken ribs to the Five Great Sects.
Tasteless to consume, but a pity to discard.
Vermilion Sparrow himself came from Lingxiao Temple and was an Immortal Ascension Realm cultivator. The reason the Hunyán Sect could so confidently practice fragments of the Hunyán True Art was because Lingxiao Temple had given its approval.
Thus the relationship between the Hunyán Sect and Lingxiao Temple was quite close; one could even say the Hunyán Sect was effectively an affiliated branch of Lingxiao.
The contemporary leader of the Hunyán Sect is a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator at the sixth level. His innate true energy has been refined into nearly a thousand strands, and his power is formidable—on par with some peak elders of the Five Great Sects.
The Hunyán Sect leader specializes in killing techniques. Fighting on the field right now with Kongshan Sect’s Yuanhua Mountain peak heir Lin Xinyang was the leader’s personal disciple, Zhu Bang.
The technique Zhu Bang was using was the Hunyán Sect’s strongest killing move available to Martial Spring Realm cultivators: the Azure Yang Force.
Derived from the Hunyán True Art’s heart method, the Flame Heart Technique births fire-attributed true qi. Within the Martial Spring realm it condenses into a pill-like Azure Yang, which—wrapped and protected by true qi—transforms into an unbearably fierce true fire expelled from the mouth.
Its temperature could evaporate every drop of moisture in the air within a radius of thirty meters.
Yet facing this Azure Yang Force unleashed by Zhu Bang, Lin Xinyang simply stood in place, unmoving.
Polished and courteous, he gazed straight at the streaks of faint blue flame roaring toward his face.
Then, when the Azure Yang Force closed to half a meter away from him, the flames suddenly all struck an invisible transparent barrier and could not advance an inch closer to Lin Xinyang.
Flames scattered, black smoke billowed.
After the soot had cleared completely, Lin Xinyang was still standing exactly where he had been.
Ye Xiu on the viewing stand blinked in mild surprise, then murmured to himself:
“They all say Kongshan’s He Furen’s personal disciple Lin Xinyang is timid and weak in magical combat, so how is he…”
“Heh.”
Mo Lao’s cold, mocking voice sounded in Ye Xiu’s mind:
“Saying Lin Xinyang is timid and poor at magical combat only applies when comparing him to disciples of the Five Great Sects on the Chenping Continent… Even among the Five Great Sects, only the absolute top disciples can stand alongside him. Ordinary sect-born disciples—how many could possibly be his equal in a single exchange?”
Indeed.
Among contemporary disciples on the Chenping Continent, those placed on the same tier are often Qin Qingyu, Chu Xiyao, Li Haowen, and the like.
Lin Xinyang is even praised as having cultivation talent comparable to Li Haowen.
Such prodigies are not something ordinary disciples can casually provoke.
Ye Xiu squinted slightly, wearing a thoughtful expression.
“Now you see, there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens?”
Mo Lao teased in Ye Xiu’s head:
“Rest assured, Lin Xinyang is not your match. If it were you against Lin Xinyang, I’m confident you could defeat him within thirty moves.”
Ye Xiu said nothing, only continuing to watch Lin Xinyang and Zhu Bang on the platform.
In the next instant, the air around the ring seemed to freeze, faintly filled with the sound of surging waves.
Lin Xinyang thrust his palm forward.
A staggering might of true qi swept out from his palm toward Zhu Bang, overwhelming and vast.
Tidal Wave Palm!
If it had been Chen Yan, he too would have been astounded.
Because he had seen this Tidal Wave Palm before—back in Taiyun City, at the Cloud Prince Manor, when the insane Yuanhua Mountain disciple Qian Xun used it.
But Lin Xinyang’s Tidal Wave Palm and Qian Xun’s Tidal Wave Palm were two entirely different concepts.
Qian Xun’s rendition was not even one ten-thousandth as potent as Lin Xinyang’s.
Although there was a large realm gap between Qian Xun and Lin Xinyang, the disparity in power was still shockingly vast.
Yet on the Kongshan viewing stand, Li Haowen—who had watched all this—only shook his head wryly.
“Junior Brother Lin is still too gentle.”
He spoke while glancing up at He Furen, the Dignity Elder of Yuanhua Mountain, seated above him:
“Elder He, what do you think?”
He Furen merely chuckled twice and then slowly said:
“Xinyang has always been like this.”
…
Zhu Bang was blasted off the ring by Lin Xinyang’s Tidal Wave Palm, then fell to the ground like a kite.
“Ack, cough!”
The sturdy cultivator coughed up a few times in a woeful state, then climbed back to his feet.
“Thank you for the match.”
From the other side of the ring, Lin Xinyang spoke warmly. From the moment he had stepped onto the ring, his feet had not shifted an inch.
“Many thanks for your instruction, Senior Brother Lin!”
Zhu Bang cupped his fists toward Lin Xinyang, then turned and left with graceful ease, not lingering at all.
He himself knew that from the moment the draw was decided, his Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry journey had been destined to end here.
Ye Xiu took all of this in with his eyes.
“Just that?”
He sighed lightly.
“Or what did you expect?”
Mo Lao’s voice rang in Ye Xiu’s head again:
“I can tell you with confidence, the only person at this Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry who could be absolutely certain to defeat you is that little girl from Star Heaven Sect, Qin Qingyu.”
“Are there others who might give me trouble, or make me fight hard?”
Ye Xiu asked Mo Lao.
“There are. For example, Kongshan’s Chu Xiyao, Lingxiao Temple’s Yi Liang, Mirage Palace’s Huang Jing…”
Mo Lao listed off names one by one, then suddenly paused:
“But I have to tell you, kid, if you truly face disciples of the Five Great Sects—besides a few like Lin Xinyang whose strength is clearly weaker—it’s better to choose to lose sometimes, or you might run into a lot of unexpected trouble.”
“I know, but if my opponent is…”
A flash of venom flickered in Ye Xiu’s eyes:
“What if it’s Kongshan Sect’s Kongyuan Mountain Chief Disciple, Chen Yan?”