Chapter 471: Visiting to Trade

"Old Six?" As Ding Huan stepped onto the stage, his opponent gasped in surprise, his eyes darkening with dread.

Ding Huan's reputation was too big—he couldn't avoid hearing about it.

He had long heard that this Old Six was a ruthless character, and since this round's challenge was setting up a killing array, he feared he might be killed by this Old Six by accident.

Ding Huan rubbed his nose. "Am I really this famous?"

What he needed now wasn't fame—he needed to keep a low profile.

He smiled, then pulled out an array flag and threw it down.

Seeing Ding Huan begin setting up the killing array, his opponent dared not delay—he frantically launched array flag after array flag.

The challenge for this array duel round was for both to set up a Level-Two Immortal Killing Array, not to attack each other directly with the arrays.

Instead, once both had completed their Immortal Killing Arrays, the two arrays would battle each other—the stronger one would win.

Right now, the most exciting event wasn't the array duel—it was the pill duel.

The pill duel had reached its most thrilling round, yet strangely, the array duel drew the largest crowd.

No reason other than that Dafanxian Sect had a guy named Old Six competing in the array duel.

No one knew who Old Six was before, but now Old Six was famous throughout Ban Ting Xiancheng.

Mention Old Six, and not a single Immortal Sect would be unaware.

This guy severely injured four core disciples from two Eight-Star Immortal Sects, including the Jiukun Twin Prodigies.

Not only that—he killed Han Han Qiongsang of the Eight-Star Immortal Sect, Yan Yue Xian Sect.

In terms of strength, Old Six is universally recognized as the top Xuan Immortal.

Rumor has it that the former top Xuan Immortal, Zuo Liang, couldn't survive three strikes against Old Six.

Some even claimed Zuo Liang didn't survive a single strike; others whispered that the moment Zuo Liang stepped onto the stage, Old Six merely glared—and Zuo Liang collapsed to his knees in terror.

So now, watching Old Six's match is the most thrilling part of this Immortal Sect Ranking Tournament.

Everyone wants to know whether Old Six can display the same ferocity in the array arena as he did in the combat arena—and whether he'll end the array matches early.

Seeing Ding Huan launch his array flag first and rush to set up the killing array, some spectators began to comment.

"Looks like Old Six's Dao skills are strong, but his array skills are just average."

"You don't even know what he's capable of yet—what do you know?"

"Whether he's good or not, just watch his movements. Would a proud master like Old Six rush to plant array flags against some minor cultivator?"

"That makes sense—if I were stronger than my opponent, I wouldn't rush to throw out array flags first."

…

Ding Huan's opponent was, in fact, an array master from a Six-Star Immortal Sect—even somewhat renowned.

Yet in these people's mouths, he had become a mere minor cultivator.

Ding Huan's opponent had indeed been terrified by Old Six at first, but seeing his own Immortal Killing Array nearly complete while Ding Huan's was still unfinished,

he let out a breath of relief.

It seemed this Old Six was only strong in combat—his array skills weren't better than his.

Of course—how could a cultivator with such formidable Dao skills possibly spend enough time mastering array arts?

Array arts were the most time-consuming of all Dao paths.

"Done!" Ding Huan's opponent threw his final array flag—the killing array was complete.

Though Ding Huan appeared calm, the spectators below could sense his inner anxiety.

Fortunately, he finally completed his killing array right after his opponent.

"I nearly jumped out of my skin—I thought Old Six's killing array hadn't even formed before he got defeated."

"Impossible. Even if he's bad, Old Six wouldn't be this weak."

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, the two killing arrays began to clash.

Once an array was set, no additional flags could be added during the duel—this rule existed to save time.

The two Level-Two Killing Arrays unleashed slashing killing light for a full incense stick's time before one finally collapsed.

"Who won?"

In the array clash, those unfamiliar with array arts couldn't tell who had triumphed.

No one needed to answer—the arena announced: "Contestant 122 wins."

Ding Huan's opponent slapped his own head, clearly frustrated.

Clearly, in his mind, if he'd just been more careful, if he'd fortified the array's core better, he could have won.

Old Six won, but not easily.

Ding Huan sighed. Combat was so much more efficient—this array duel wasted too much time upfront.

…

Ding Huan still hadn't returned to his quarters—too many people were watching him; who knew what might happen if he went back to the lodging area?

At least here, no one dared touch him.

Ding Huan now sat in a corner of the array duel arena, having set up a tent, its exterior sealed with forbidden seals.

Though many watched Ding Huan, none dared use their spiritual sense to attack his seals.

The day after Ding Huan set up his tent, another tent appeared beside it.

Those watching Ding Huan quickly recognized it—Mu Mu Qingqing had set up the second tent.

Ding Huan was the champion of the combat competition; his presence had paralyzed the combat arena, leaving no one daring to step onto the combat stage.

This aura made Ding Huan's fame in Ban Ting Xiancheng burn brighter than the sun.

Mu Mu Qingqing was one of the Twin Prodigies of Jiukunxian Sect; apart from losing to Ding Huan this time, she had long been renowned.

With both Ding Huan and Mu Mu Qingqing setting up tents at the edge of the array arena, many admirers began building tents there too.

This led to a row of tents appearing at the edge of the formation-battle arena, and these tents kept growing in number.

Ding Huan naturally wouldn't care; he simply didn't want to be cornered in a room at the immortal gate's station by a powerhouse, which was why he stayed at the arena.

For him, the more people setting up tents here, the better — that way he wouldn't draw attention.

The reason Mu Mu Qingqing set up her tent next to Ding Huan was simply because she didn't dare let Ding Huan leave her sight.

As soon as her master arrived, she would go find Ding Huan to redeem her own magic treasure.

Inside the tent, Ding Huan took out a pile of materials. He estimated that in another half month, he could refine fifth-grade immortal talismans.

Whether formations or talismans, both are combinations and understandings of Dao-rhyme law patterns.

His cultivation method meant he was naturally suited to researching things related to the laws of all things. Formations, talismans, pills, and artifacts are all related to the laws of all things.

It's just that Ding Huan's cultivation didn't require pills, so he simply didn't refine them.

As for artifact refining, that was because Ding Huan truly couldn't keep up with the pace; otherwise, he might have participated to give it a try.

At the very least, he could now refine second-grade immortal artifacts. As long as he put in some effort, there was still room for improvement.

Another two days passed. Ding Huan's understanding of the Dao-rhyme laws behind refining immortal talismans grew ever deeper; now whatever he casually refined came out as upper-grade fourth-grade immortal talismans.

It was just that he didn't have many materials left on him.

Mainly because fifth-grade immortal talismans required higher-grade materials — he had to reserve a portion of his materials to enter the talisman-battle competition.

Just as Ding Huan was wondering whether he should go purchase some high-grade immortal materials, his restriction was tapped.

Ding Huan opened the restriction; two women stood at the door.

Among them, he naturally recognized Mu Mu Qingqing. The other one looked as if she were sisters with Mu Mu Qingqing — elegant beauty tinged with a hint of coldness.

"You're the sixth from Dafanxian Sect?" The cold, clear woman stared at Ding Huan and asked.

Ding Huan said indifferently, "That's right, I'm the sixth. What can I do for you two?"

If they weren't here to deliver immortal spirit veins, he wouldn't let these two in to waste his time.

"My name is Xie Qiuwei, from Jiukunxian Sect, Qingqing's master. I've come to do business with you." The woman standing beside Mu Mu Qingqing said calmly.

Yet from Xie Qiuwei's last sentence, Ding Huan picked up on a thick killing intent.

After sensing this woman's killing intent, Ding Huan couldn't be bothered to invite her into his tent, and merely said coolly, "Speak. What business?"

"You do business standing at the door?" Xie Qiuwei said icily once more.

"If we're doing business, then do it. If not, I'll seal the restriction. I don't have time to chat with you." Having said that, Ding Huan raised his hand, grabbed formation flags, and was about to seal the restriction shut.

How many things did he have to do? Where would he find the time to waste words with these two women?

"Hand over Qingqing's magic treasure." Xie Qiuwei took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in her heart.

This was the first time Xie Qiuwei had seen someone bully her beloved disciple to such an extent.

If they were somewhere else, she would have long since struck out to kill Ding Huan.

She truly didn't dare here. Killing Ding Huan in this place would not only mean her own death, but the Jiukunxian Sect would also be wiped out.

Ding Huan looked at this proud woman before him and gave a chuckle:

"I never take other people's things. If you're only here to look for your beloved disciple's treasure, then please, go ahead."

Though he said so, Ding Huan had long since sensed that the Dao-rhyme aura circulating around this woman was completely different from Mu Mu Qingqing's.

If this woman truly were Mu Mu Qingqing's master, it would mean the cultivation method she practiced was different from the one Mu Mu Qingqing practiced.

There was another possibility: this woman wasn't Mu Mu Qingqing's master. That had nothing to do with him — as long as there were immortal spirit veins, that was enough.

"Master…" Mu Mu Qingqing called out.

She knew just how arrogant Ding Huan was. Because Han Han Qiongsang of the Yanyue Immortal Sect had severed an arm of Ding Huan's junior brother Yan Cha, the fellow had broken the arms of both Liang Chuanjin and Chu Fengling of the Yanyue Immortal Sect.

As for the main culprit, Han Han Qiongsang, she had personally watched Ding Huan obliterate his divine soul.

With a fellow like this, if things fell apart with her master, her magic treasure would probably never be recovered.

That magic treasure might mean nothing to others, but to her it meant everything.

"There are immortal spirit veins here. Hand over Qingqing's magic treasure." Xie Qiuwei raised her hand and tossed a ring to Ding Huan.

Ding Huan couldn't even be bothered to catch the ring; it fell straight to the ground.

His divine sense had long since broken through the ring's restriction. A mere single upper-grade immortal spirit vein, and she wanted to trade for Mu Mu Qingqing's magic treasure? That was a dream.

Mu Mu Qingqing's magic treasure was absolutely extraordinary. He himself had no use for it; if he did have use for it, no amount of immortal spirit veins would make him willing to part with it.

"What do you mean?" Seeing that Ding Huan wouldn't even take the ring, Xie Qiuwei's face instantly chilled.