Novel Full Chapter 444
Chapter 444: Chapter 77: The Gambler’s End Chapter 444: Chapter 77: The Gambler’s End Luo Yan followed the Palm Token Sword to the eighth pavilion, only to find that this time’s opponent was a disciple of Shushan.
More precisely, according to Ling Yunpo’s memory, she was the current 67th ranked on the Immortal Sword Ranking, Bi Yun Peak’s third sister, Wu Xiangru.
“A person from Penglai?” The opponent scrutinized Luo Yan carefully, and upon confirming that he was a cultivator from Penglai Jade Pure, she showed an impatient expression that read ‘ugh, Penglai weakling’, and said irritably, “Get it over with quickly.”
Luo Yan smiled, cupped his fists in a salute, and chuckled inwardly.
To prepare for the Shushan Grand Tournament, he had once crammed information on all the disciples in the top hundred of the Immortal Sword Ranking with Lin Duanshan.
This third sister from Bi Yun Peak was extremely impatient by nature, and she liked to launch surprise attacks, competing for control of the battle’s rhythm, sometimes even at the risk of exposing her weaknesses.
Moreover, eight or nine times out of ten when she launched an attack, her Flying Sword would aim for her opponent’s forehead, belonging to the headshot enthusiast category.
She was very easy to deal with.
The contest started very soon, and before Luo Yan could even speak, the other side had already shot her Flying Sword at him.
Luo Yan had anticipated her preemptive strike, and as the opponent formed her Sword technique, he bent over and reached for his Heavenly Craft Hundred Treasures Bag at his waist.
The moment his head dipped, he neatly dodged the Flying Sword’s attack.
Missing the strike, Sister Wu didn’t ponder why it failed, but her expression grew even more anxious as she rapidly chained Sword techniques, shooting another Flying Sword towards him.
Luo Yan naturally knew she would use the Two-Handed Sword Control Technique, so he took out a Magical Treasure from his Heavenly Craft Hundred Treasures Bag.
This Hundred Treasures Bag was the most sentient; every time he reached into it, what came out was the Magical Treasure best suited for the current situation.
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All of a sudden, Luo Yan’s hand now held a bundle of gossamer which he nonchalantly threw around him, and immediately it turned into a mist that enveloped him.
As the Flying Sword entered the mist, it was like sinking into a quagmire, rapidly losing its agility and becoming trapped within.
“What kind of Magical Treasure is that?” Sister Wu cried out in shock, her hands persistently forming Sword techniques, directing another Flying Sword to attack and attempting to initiate Sword Dao Techniques.
“Oh, it’s just the Jia Gong Yan Luo,” Luo Yan said offhandedly, pointing his finger, and suddenly the mist shot out a “rope” that bound the still-rushing True Yuan and the caught off-guard Sister Wu firmly, “This item cannot be harmed by ordinary swords, Daoist friend, you have already lost this time.”
“Winner, Penglai, Luo Yan.” As the mechanical voice announced, Luo Yan once again performed a fist-palm salute, then put away the Jia Gong Yan Luo and placed it back into his Hundred Treasures Bag at his waist.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw three or four Shushan Sword Immortals suddenly approaching, all disciples of Bi Yun Peak, surrounding the dispirited Sister Wu and clamorously exclaimed:
“How did Sister lose?”
“And to someone from Penglai, no less!”
“How are we supposed to explain this to Master?”
Luo Yan couldn’t be bothered with how they would explain; who told them to look down upon disciples from Penglai as soon as they saw one?
After leaving the pavilion and wandering nearby for a bit, he saw Shi Liuli sweeping past below on her Flying Sword.
Luo Yan hurriedly caught up and called out:
“Sister Shi!”
“Junior brother?” Shi Liuli halted the Sword Light, “Are you done with your match?
Did you win?”
“Thanks to my opponent giving me leeway, I fortunately won,” Luo Yan said modestly, maintaining his daily synchronization value of his character, “What about Sister?”
“Oh, I got a bye in the first round,” Shi Liuli showed him her Palm Token Sword.
Luo Yan: ………
As expected of you, it’s the first time I’ve seen a Palm Token Sword marked with a ‘zero’.”
“The competition has already ended, and the next round won’t be for another eight or nine days,” Luo Yan said with a smile, “How about we go for a walk on Mount Tianmu outside?”
“Wait a moment,” Shi Liuli waved her hand and said, “I still want to watch the other matches.”
Luo Yan had no objections, so he accompanied Shi Liuli as they strolled around inside the White Jade Capital.
“…The first match earlier was Qiu Changtian against that person…
I don’t know him; anyway, he was a Kunlun Disciple.
Brother, it’s a pity you weren’t there,” as they entered a tower where a battle was ongoing, Shi Liuli chattered, “Chief Qiu delivered a strike, and the opponent’s Flying Sword was directly knocked away.
They had no chance to fight back and had to admit defeat on the spot!”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t be that foolish!
The moment Qiu Changtian stood on the stage, I would have immediately conceded.
There’s no way I could win anyway.”
“Though there’s a huge gap in strength,” Luo Yan said with a laugh, “losing without a fight is ultimately humiliating.”
“I think it’s important for a person to have self-awareness,” Shi Liuli huffed, “isn’t being defeated humiliating too?
Besides, the opponent is Qiu Changtian.
Even if you concede, nobody can say anything about it…
Hey, Junior Brother, who do you think will win this match?”
Luo Yan looked closely and saw that in the arena, a Kunlun Cultivator and a Shushan Sword Immortal were battling each other.
The Kunlun Cultivator was no stranger; he was the Ziwei Master’s Direct Disciple, the Chief Disciple of the 275th generation, named “Wang Ban.” Qiu Changtian called him “Brother Wang,” and he could always be seen whenever they went to the Scripture Lecture Hall to listen to lectures.
The Shushan Cultivator was Song Heng, ranked eighth on the Immortal Sword Ranking, who was also a veteran Sword Immortal.
At that moment, he was using two Flying Swords and was evenly matched with Wang Ban’s spells, making it difficult to separate the two.
“I think the Kunlun side is a bit stronger,” Luo Yan said after carefully watching for a moment, “Shushan Sword Immortals are good at quick kills.
If it turns into a war of attrition, the longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it is for them, given the True Yuan of the Kunlun Cultivator.”
“I think the Shushan side can win,” Shi Liuli said with a smile, “how about we make a bet?”
“Sure, what shall we bet on?” Luo Yan asked.
“The loser must agree to do one thing for the winner,” Shi Liuli said, eyes narrowing with a smile.
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“Alright,” Luo Yan had just agreed when he suddenly heard Wang Ban below saying:
“Brother Song’s swordsmanship is sharp, and I admit that I am inferior.
Shall we consider this a concession on my part?”
“Why would you do this, Brother Wang?” Song Heng, too, put away his Flying Swords and asked unhappily.
Shushan Sword Immortals loved to compete for victory, but they despised this kind of “charitable victory.”
“During our bout just now, I suddenly had a realization and must immediately go meditate on it,” Wang Ban said seriously.
“I have only ten years of life left.
The day of Core Formation is imminent, please understand.”
Song Heng was silent for a moment before also offering a fist-and-palm salute:
“If that’s the case, Brother Dao, please do as you wish.
Take care.”
Luo Yan: ………
Only then did he come to a realization: Brother Wang was the Chief Disciple of the 275th generation, and he had been a disciple under the Kunlun Sect for 170 years.
Taking into account that he entered the sect at the age of twenty, he was now 190 years old.
With only ten years of life left, it would be quite dangerous if he didn’t achieve Core Formation.
Core Formation is a difficult threshold that every Cultivator must cross in pursuit of the Dao, and no amount of preparation is excessive.
Since Brother Wang had suddenly attained enlightenment during the battle, he certainly needed to find a place to digest his insights and gain an advantage before attempting Core Formation.
Therefore, it wasn’t just Shushan’s Song Heng; even the Ziwei Master from Kunlun would not blame him for giving up the competition in the White Jade Capital.
If advancing to the top twelve in the competition was certain, it would be better, since the rewards from the Kunlun Taiqing Sect surely included good items that help with Core Formation…
However, it was clear that Wang Ban had no confidence in making it into the top twelve ranks of the White Jade Capital.
Instead of competing for a place with no reward, his own path was certainly much more critical, something any Cultivator could understand.
“Humph, Junior Brother, it seems I’ve won,” Shi Liuli said with an unforeseen twist at the end of the match, but she quickly caught on and hummed with triumph.
“…Sister is impressive,” Luo Yan was truly convinced but started to ponder in his mind.
Knowing how fortunate Miss Shi is, why did I still bet with her?
No, I have to find a way, either to make her forget about this or to have her use up this bet in advance!