Chapter 465: 464. Chapter 459: The Contestant With Built-In Fans

464. Chapter 459: The Contestant With Built-In Fans

Ding Huan sensed from Chi Feitao's spiritual sense that the old bastard had ill intentions toward him.

Now that the man had transmitted a voice message to him, he was even more certain his instincts were right.

If he were currently at the Immortal King realm, he wouldn't wait for the old bastard to seek him out—he'd go find Chi Feitao himself.

The Nine Heavens was where the divine beings and immortals of Huaxia cultivated, and in Ding Huan's view, it was also the origin of mythology.

As long as he could find the Nine Heavens, he had a good chance of locating those legendary immortals and even learning Earth's past.

Seeing Luo Binghe's expectant gaze, Ding Huan didn't refuse this time; his spiritual sense swept over the fat monk heading toward the Array Competition zone, and he knew the bald bastard wouldn't leave anytime soon.

The bald monk's cultivation was nearly at the peak of Immortal King, and the Lord of Yihai Palace's cultivation was likely also around the peak of Immortal King—between these two, who would win or lose, who could say…

Thinking of this, Ding Huan smiled at Luo Binghe: "Do your Immortal Sects really have a lot of beautiful female cultivators?"

Luo Binghe felt a chill under Ding Huan's blatant stare and could only grit her teeth and say: "It's true."

She cursed inwardly: this lustful bastard would one day die on a woman's belly.

Ding Huan laughed heartily: "Good, but this matter can't be spoken of now—I'm still under contract with another Immortal Sect. After the Sect Ranking Competition ends, I'll go meet your Sect Master."

After receiving Ding Huan's definite reply, Luo Binghe finally exhaled in relief and hurried back to report.

She decided that after the Sect Competition, she'd immediately apply for an external trial.

Otherwise, if this man took an interest in her and dragged her off for dual-cultivation, she'd rather self-implode.

Chi Feitao was very satisfied with Ding Huan's response; Ding Huan was currently representing Dafanxian Sect in combat, and he had no intention of having Ding Huan join Yihai Palace right away.

The Array Competition was moving extremely slowly; after watching for a long time, Qianlou Monk realized they were still in the first round.

It was impossible to judge who was strong in array arts during the first round.

Only during the arena matches could one clearly see who the true array masters were.

Qianlou Monk himself was well aware that even if he investigated every array master here, none might be the cultivator who took the treasure from the Thirty-Three Paths.

Unfortunately, he had no other leads—he'd reached Ban Ting Xiancheng and couldn't go further.

If even a single clue pointed elsewhere, he wouldn't have stayed here waiting.

Now he could only cling to a one-in-a-billion hope and investigate the array masters in the combat matches.

His only deduction was that the route from the Thirty-Three Paths ruins to Ban Ting Xiancheng could be reached via a teleportation array from Bai Zhu Xiancheng.

This guess was no simpler than searching for a needle in the Grey Sea.

The Grand Dao Treasure was simply too important to him—he was certain that if he obtained it, he would surely enter the Immortal Emperor realm.

And he might even break the historical barrier of the Immortal Court, becoming the first Pretender Saint.

Just imagining himself becoming a Pretender Saint made him tremble uncontrollably.

So even the slightest possibility, Qianlou would never abandon.

Ding Huan's number tag flashed again—it was his turn for the fifth round, opponent: No. 187.

Ding Huan landed first on Arena Two; just as ten breaths were about to pass, a tall, slender young man slowly stepped onto the arena from the air.

From his entrance alone, this guy had star potential—he knew how to perform.

Seeing the man's attire, Ding Huan immediately recalled that brown-naked-pig Ren Xian—they were both from Panxingdao Sect.

After discovering Panxingdao Sect, he had specifically reviewed the jade slip detailing the Immortal Sects of the Great Immortal Realm.

It was a very powerful sect—one of the top ten Seven-Star-level Immortal Sects in the Great Immortal Realm; in its peak history, it had even held a rank as an eight-star sect.

Almost the instant the man stepped onto the arena, a wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd—these cheers were clearly for No. 187.

Ding Huan was startled inwardly: this was the Immortal World, and everyone here was considered an immortal by mortals—still idolizing stars?

But the man's appearance did carry a faint pop-star aura: his skin was Bai Xi, his eyebrows like willow leaves, and he looked somewhat feminine.

He seemed accustomed to such adoration and was quite flamboyant.

Instead of attacking Ding Huan immediately, he waved to the cheering crowd before turning to Ding Huan and saying: "You know who I am, right?"

"Don't know which onion you are," Ding Huan said calmly.

If Qianlou Monk hadn't been watching key figures, Ding Huan would've kicked this guy flying already.

He had to stay low-key—at least not let this guy disrupt him during the match.

He was here to secure first place for Dafanxian Sect and claim the Soul-Eating Realm Ring.

As for this guy standing before him, looking so impressive—he genuinely didn't know him.

He'd always left right after each fight; he'd never watched his matches. In other words, even if he had watched, he'd have thought nothing of them.

"I'm Yu Sancheng—you'll know me soon…"

Before Yu Sancheng finished speaking, he stepped forward; his foot hadn't even landed when a long halberd suddenly appeared in his hand, followed by a flurry of halberd light.

Simultaneously, his Xuan Immortal domain flooded the arena toward Ding Huan: "Let me show you what a top ten Xuan Immortal of the Great Immortal Realm truly is."

Ding Huan didn't extend his own domain; instead, he summoned his long blade and slashed straight through the center of Yu Sancheng's halberd light.

He paid no attention to Yu Sancheng—he focused entirely on Qianlou Monk far away.

Qianlou Monk had just left the Array Competition zone and entered the Combat Arena.

It seemed the bald monk had finally realized: to find the true array master, he still had a long wait.

"Crack!" Ding Huan's blade slashed out without any blade aura or pressure.

Yet that simple slash cleaved through Yu Sancheng's halberd light, and then Ding Huan stepped back several paces.

Yu Sancheng exclaimed in surprise: "No wonder you're so arrogant—you've got some skill. If that's the case, then try a few more of my halberd strikes…"

As he spoke, Yu Sancheng pressed forward, matching Ding Huan's steps.

Ding Huan wouldn't wait for him to strike again—he'd held back enough; he didn't intend to be chased around.

In his hand, the long blade became a thread of light, one red slash following another, cutting at Yu Sancheng.

Each of Ding Huan's slashes struck the exact same spot, in the exact same manner—yet Yu Sancheng felt utterly suppressed.

Yu Sancheng was utterly stunned—he discovered that his Xuan Immortal domain had almost no effect on Ding Huan.

He even suspected that his domain had no effect on Ding Huan at all.

He was, after all, ranked tenth on the Great Immortal Realm's Xuan Immortal List; though this list was unofficial, its rankings were universally acknowledged.

Even Zuo Liang, the top Xuan Immortal of Jiukunxian Sect, had to extend his own domain to counter Yu Sancheng's.

Now, not only did he not sense Ding Huan's domain, he even felt the oppressive weight of Ding Huan's long knife.

This fellow from Dafanxian Sect was certainly no ordinary man; Yu Sancheng finally dared not underestimate Ding Huan again, and his halberd transformed into countless halberd-flowers—he prepared to unleash his halberd-art technique, Ten Thousand Blood Blooms.

Unfortunately, Ding Huan felt his fighting time had stretched long enough; after all, he hadn't instantly defeated his opponent and had already battled for so long.

So, almost the moment Yu Sancheng's halberd unfurled its halberd-flowers, the man watched in horror as Ding Huan's massive foot kicked him square in the face.

Then he heard the crack of facial and nasal bones breaking, and before he could react, he was flung upward.

"Thud!" As Yu Sancheng crashed to the ground, he heard a chorus of stunned gasps.

If there had been a crack in the earth, he would have crawled into it immediately.

He, Yu Sancheng, one of the top ten Xuan Immortals of the Great Immortal Realm, had just been kicked in the face and blasted away.

The blood all over his face had stripped him of every shred of dignity.

Ding Huan heard the voice announce, "Winner of Arena Two, Contestant 3211," and only then did he slowly step down from the arena.

Everyone stared at Ding Huan in disbelief—the pale, frail-looking fellow had defeated Yu Sancheng; it was simply unthinkable.

"Brother Liu Liu, I'm Wan Jinjiang, from Chiyan Xian Sect," a bearded youth approached Ding Huan, clasping his fists in greeting.

Ding Huan nodded; he knew this man—he was from Chiyan Xian Sect. In the third round, Ding Huan had struck him on the forehead with Dahan Yi Dao, forcing his surrender.

Wan Jinjiang had long wanted to meet Ding Huan, but never had the chance.

He had merely sneered inwardly when he saw Yu Sancheng trying to posture before Ding Huan.

Yu Sancheng was strong, but trying to dominate Ding Huan? He was utterly outmatched.

He was certain Yu Sancheng had lasted so long only because Ding Huan hadn't intended to defeat him right away—if he had, Yu Sancheng would have lost even faster.

He saw clearly: Ding Huan had kicked Yu Sancheng away without even activating his domain.

To Wan Jinjiang, this was perfectly normal.

He even felt a flicker of pride: at least when Ding Huan fought him, he had activated his domain—but against Yu Sancheng, Old Six hadn't even extended it.

"I've long admired Brother Liu Liu and wish to get to know you."

"Though Chiyan Xian Sect is only a six-star sect, if you cultivate fire-based arts, our sect's Immortal Fire Spirit Vein is top-tier."

Wan Jinjiang was overflowing with enthusiasm and genuinely admired Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's heart stirred slightly—his Flame of Grand Void had never been upgraded outside, and without an Immortal Fire Spirit Vein, it had yet to become an Immortal Flame.

He forged his array flags and crafted talismans using only his own Immortal Yuan fire.

"Very well, thank you, Brother Wan," Ding Huan said with decisive brevity, pulling out his communication bead and exchanging it with Wan Jinjiang.

Wan Jinjiang hadn't expected Ding Huan to be so approachable—he had assumed such a man disliked socializing.

Now reassured, he spoke even more eagerly: "I also owe you thanks, Brother Liu Liu."

Lowering his voice, he added: "Most don't realize how powerful you are, but I know—I've won over a million Immortal Crystals."

"Where do you place bets?" Ding Huan's eyes lit up—betting was allowed at the Immortal Sect Grand Tournament? Why hadn't anyone told him sooner?

Immortal Crystals—if he could pick up even a few, that would be welcome.