Chapter 126: Winning the Top Spot

Winning the Top Spot

"Want to live? If you want to live, you naturally know what to do."

Unlike fighting in the small formation, the arena was high above, and the participating disciples could also watch the fighting on the arena from below. Ruan Ci had beheaded ten people in a row, all with one sword strike. Such strength had already far exceeded everyone's estimation. Her aura was still rising, but the enemies were all cowardly before fighting. With the rise and fall, even the disciples who went up to the stage at this time mostly had cultivation at the fifth or sixth layer of Foundation Establishment and had some experience. It should be said that they should not be without the power to fight back, but they were all scared out of their wits and did not hold any hope of winning at all.

"You have killed so many people, aren't your hands soft?"

Standing in front of the stage at this moment was a young girl with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, just at the age of flowering. Her face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip lightly. She just asked this sentence, pinched the magic formula, and was about to use her magic tool to attack Ruan Ci. Ruan Ci didn't even look at her, set a method in her heart, flew up a sword, and slashed across the air. The sword light fell, and the girl fell backward. Only then did Ruan Ci sigh, "Your hearts are all chaotic."

She had a reason for saying this. It should be said that this woman's cultivation was already at the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment. The Jin Bo Sect was also a Mao Sect after all. As a disciple of a Nascent Soul, she should have had some fighting experience. The gap in cultivation between the two sides was no longer as large as before, and it should not have been that she couldn't even make a move. It was just that before she went up to the stage, she already thought she absolutely couldn't win. She was completely suppressed in terms of aura and didn't even exert eighty percent of her original strength. That was why she was slashed down by a sword and didn't even have a chance to barely exchange moves.

Looking at Ruan Ci, she was becoming braver as she fought. Qin Fengyu taught her to constantly use magic cultivation to compensate for her consumption of spirit power. This trick of magic cultivation was most suitable for such a wheel battle in the arena. Before making a move, she set a method to kill the opponent. At the beginning, the feedback was relatively weak, after all, the gap in strength between the two sides was too large. But now, as the gap in strength gradually narrowed, the spirit power replenishment fed back by magic cultivation was already quite considerable.

Not to mention that because she had obtained the Donghua Sword, she liked to pay attention to sword techniques on weekdays. Being stabbed by Shen Qi in the Hengze Heaven was the sword strike that had made her feel most threatened in decades. Ruan Ci could not help but repeatedly savor and ponder it in private. When she killed Chu Chu, her heart also stirred occasionally, wanting to try to integrate these gains into her sword moves. In the past, when she practiced this move in her cave dwelling, most of them were abandoned halfway because there was no opponent. But today, when she performed this move, it actually had a great effect. That indomitable determination, together with the rolling aura, after defeating the enemy with one sword, plundered the opponent's aura, magic power, and even some mysterious things into her own inner landscape, rolled down layer by layer from the Dao foundation, discarded impurities, fell into the jade pool, and then combined with the feedback of magic cultivation, she didn't even need to use spirit jades. Even the more she killed, the more abundant the magic power in the jade pool became. It even gradually practiced this sword intent from being raw to mature, as if it was gradually becoming a great trend, and it was going to keep slashing down like this. This sword seemed to be able to be gradually nurtured as one of her own sword moves, and even when she reached the Jin Dan realm, she might be able to refine it into one of her own magical powers.

She had fallen ten people, and there were no survivors under her sword. Except for True Person Fu's lineage, no one dared to come and challenge her again. Most of the other arenas had only reached the second round, but Ruan Ci had already fought to the seventh round. She swept her gaze across the stage and asked indifferently, "Who else is coming?"

Among those twenty-odd cultivators, a young boy with a sad face jumped onto the stage and cupped his hands, "True Person Fu of Jin Bo's disciple, Chen Anlu, has met Fellow Daoist."

Ruan Ci drew her sword and bowed, asking, "Want to live?"

Chen Anlu smiled bitterly, "Want to live."

He had obviously thought through the whole plan under the stage. At this moment, he did not hesitate and added, "Unlike my senior brothers and sisters, I am alone here and don't have to worry about the fate of my family after betraying my ancestors. I am willing to give up the Dao from now on and run errands for Fellow Daoist Ruan for the rest of my life in exchange for a few hundred years of life. It's just... before coming, I was under the restriction of my Grandmaster. May I ask if Fellow Daoist Ruan has any magical powers that can help me escape the restriction and avoid the end of exploding and dying?"

His words finally confirmed Ruan Ci's guess. True Person Fu had indeed placed restrictions on all his disciples. Otherwise, cultivators cherished their lives the most. To say that all these dozens of people were generously going to their deaths did not make sense. Ruan Ci shook her head, "Your Grandmaster wants you to die, and I have no way to help. It's just that I want you to understand in your hearts that half of the reason you are being killed is me, and half is your good Grandmaster, your good Elder."

True Person Fu continuously sent out those disciples whose cultivation was fundamentally insufficient to fight, just to weaken her fighting spirit, make others see Ruan Ci's cruelty, and even test her blood energy. Not to mention magic power and divine sense, killing so many people, the vast majority of whom were wronged and innocent, if her heart was not hard, she would only be secretly suspicious halfway. Even if she knew that once she revealed a flaw, she would be killed by the subsequent enemies, but at this moment, seeing everyone helplessly going to their deaths, soft-heartedness was also a human instinct. These were all dark arrows outside the open guns. Ruan Ci was not completely unaffected in her heart. It was precisely because of this that she had to point this out, to let everyone know that the one forcing these disciples to come to their deaths was True Person Fu, not Ruan Ci. Ruan Ci had already given them a way out, and the true culprit who sealed this way out was True Person Fu of the Jin Bo Sect—and even the Great Elder of the Jin Bo Sect who forced True Person Fu to come and fight.

Ruan Ci did not explicitly state this last layer of meaning. "Good Elder" could also refer to True Person Fu. It was unknown how the onlookers understood it. As far as Ruan Ci was concerned, she said what she thought in her heart. Since she had already decided to pursue this matter to the end, even if True Person Pang was a Grotto-Heaven, she would treat her the same. She wanted to be sharp and not restrain herself at all. The gaze she cast toward True Person Pang was equally cold and uninhibited, without showing any extra respect.

Chen Anlu's smile became even more bitter, and he sighed, "Is this the rule of this world? I... I didn't feel it before. Now that it's my turn to come and die, I feel such injustice. Is this injustice also very hypocritical, Fellow Daoist Ruan."

He was indeed sharp and thoughtful. Ruan Ci could not help but take another look at him and nodded, "Would the beneficiaries of the rules feel unfair? Perhaps if Fellow Daoist can escape today and have the fate to glimpse the upper realm in the future, after today's event, you will also want to make changes. But at this moment, you and I are both low-realm disciples, so we can only go with the flow."

She did not say more, drew her sword and shouted, "Whether to fight or betray, Fellow Daoist, please make a choice!"

Even though her words were somewhat agreeable, Ruan Ci's determination remained unchanged and could not be shaken by any tricks. Her tone was decisive, her aura rippled endlessly, and she had already occupied all the favorable points in the field. Chen Anlu bowed to her to the ground and sighed, "Since I cannot rely on Fellow Daoist, I can only rely on Grandmaster's benevolence. My cultivation is not as good, and my time has not come, so I can only beg for mercy like this, entrusting my life to the thoughts of others. It is pitiful and sigh-worthy, pitiful and sigh-worthy."

His aura was already decadent. At this moment, there was even a sign of shaking. This was the shaking of the Dao heart, which damaged the Dao foundation. This child's Dao path in the future was already cut off. Even if he survived, he would not have any achievements and could only live on in a muddle. Chen Anlu took off his jade pendant, took out his Jin Bo Sect disciple token from his bosom, stared at it for a moment, smashed both of them, and shouted, "My skills are not as good as others, I admit defeat!"

A white light flashed, sending him off the stage. Chen Anlu's body was already a bit hunched. He passed by his fellow disciples, and no one came out to insult him—if he had been one of the first few to go up and admit defeat and step down, he might have been ridiculed by his fellow disciples. But now everyone knew that going up to the stage was just going to their deaths. They had no objections to Chen Anlu's choice. Instead, they all stared at Chen Anlu, just waiting to see his end. True Person Fu had placed restrictions on everyone. Once they betrayed their master and left the stage, the restriction would be triggered. Chen Anlu could die at any time because of the restriction. It just depended on whether True Person Fu removed the restriction before it was triggered.

If the restriction was removed, then... how many disciples would betray their master and leave? If it was not removed, everyone going up to the stage was also a dead end. And Ruan Ci had pointed out the words. Now everyone knew clearly that True Person Fu was forcing his disciples and grand-disciples to the execution ground. Where was the kindness between master and disciple?

On the high viewing platform, there was buzzing. Even if the sound was not clear, how could they not know the meaning? The aura of True Person Fu's lineage was already chaotic. Even if there were still many disciples who had not participated in the assembly, watching this matter, how could they not be alienated? Even the reputation of the Jin Bo Sect would be shaken because of this. This Guanfeng Assembly was originally a grand event, but it revealed the decline of the Jin Bo Sect. The various sects had their own judgments in their hearts and only watched coldly on the surface, not daring to come out to persuade. Ruan Ci saw everything clearly on the stage. Seeing that Chen Anlu's steps were gradually becoming firm, she knew that his restriction was about to be triggered. She secretly sighed in her heart and urged, "Which Fellow Daoist is next, come up quickly. My secret method still needs people to sacrifice their swords to hone it. Now that the aura has been formed, it cannot be delayed. Come quickly, come quickly."

This was also the truth. This sword strike she stole from Shen Qi had just practiced some meaning and was at a wonderful place. It still lacked the foil of sacrificing the sword. True Person Fu sending people to the stage again was just helping her practice this heaven-shaking sword strike. The original dark arrows of psychological attack had instead fulfilled Ruan Ci's cultivation.

On the high platform, there was silence. Chen Anlu walked further and further away, his steps faster and faster. Suddenly, he turned around, knelt down three times and bowed nine times to the Jin Bo high platform, performed a great ceremony, and shouted, "Master! Disciple has failed Master!"

He shed blood and tears from his eyes, obviously extremely excited and regretful. But the situation had reached this point, and more words were useless. After Chen Anlu finished speaking, he leaped into the air and turned into a light, galloping away.

On the high platform, there were sighs one after another. Some people also loudly praised the Elder of the Jin Bo Sect for his benevolence, but they did not dare to praise Ruan Ci, and even less dared to belittle the Shangqing Sect. —At this time, they had to praise True Person Fu and put him on a high shelf so that the remaining disciples would have a way to live. But they could not offend the Shangqing disciples for this. In fact, the grievances and entanglements in this matter had their own arguments. Whether it was the Shangqing disciples bullying the lower sect and wanting to occupy both face and substance, or whether there was another game, they were not the people in the game, so how could they know clearly?

Since Chen Anlu had left safely, more than half of the remaining twenty-odd disciples also withdrew from the crowd, bowed to the Jin Bo high platform to bid farewell to the sect, left their jade pendants and disciple tokens, and turned to leave the sect. Only seven disciples remained, all of whom were in the late Foundation Establishment stage. They discussed in a low voice for a while, and one of them jumped onto the arena and bowed, "True Person Fu of Jin Bo's disciple, Shang Mian, has met Fellow Daoist Ruan."

Ruan Ci held her sword and smiled, "Good, this is a bit interesting."

Chen Anlu had already gambled a way out for those disciples who had thoughts of retreating. Now the Jin Bo disciples who remained were all brave people who were unwilling to cut off their Dao path and would rather fight to the death. This kind of removing the dross and keeping the essence, and reorganizing the drums, also gave the aura in the field a new look. It was no longer so decadent and faintly had the momentum to rival Ruan Ci. This was reasonable. After all, these were disciples of the seventh and eighth layers of Foundation Establishment. There was no reason why the aura of seven people could not compete with Ruan Ci.

This kind of equal strength was exactly what Ruan Ci wanted, so she didn't ask that question again, drew her sword and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

When she killed people in the Green Jade Bright Hall, she had no reluctance in her heart. But just now, killing ten people in a row, she was very unhappy. Seeing Chen Anlu and others leave, her heart was very comfortable. This sword strike was like an antelope's horns, free and easy, stabbing straight at the weakest point of Shang Mian's aura. Thousands of sword lights merged into one sword. This sword strike was indomitable. Her heart stirred occasionally, and she remembered the sword strike she stabbed in the deepest part of the Hengze Heaven, bringing in the decisiveness of all causes and effects and ending it with one sword.

Shang Mian had already seen her use ten sword strikes, and he must have thought of many countermeasures in his heart. But when he was shrouded in sword light, his movements were still a minute slower. Just this minute was infinitely expanded by Ruan Ci's sword light. The magic power that had not been activated finally failed to turn into spirit light, and the sword light had already plunged into his Dao foundation!

At this moment, time gradually slowed down. Shang Mian's eyes widened, blood spilled from his lips, and the phantom of his inner landscape above his head shattered into light. The jade pool still reflected the vast sword light. He fell backward, his lips squirmed, and it was a long while before he could barely say, "Good... good fast sword!"

Before this sound was finished, spirit light rolled over, sending him off the arena. The remaining six people had solemn faces. Two more people took a few steps back, bowed to the high platform, turned and turned into light and left. But this time, the light traveled halfway, but it went out and fell halfway. There was no sound on the viewing high platform, and they did not comment on True Person Fu's actions—they had already missed the opportunity, lacked decisiveness, and wanted to seek a way to live again, so how could it be so easy!

Ruan Ci stood with her sword on her back and asked indifferently, "Who else?"

She had already beheaded eleven people. Even those whose cultivation was better than hers still failed to force Ruan Ci to use a second sword strike. The winner of this Guanfeng Assembly was already self-evident. A young girl jumped onto the stage and bowed, "True Person Fu of Jin Bo's disciple, Shi Yao, has met Fellow Daoist. I know I cannot defeat Fellow Daoist, but I also want to force Fellow Daoist to use a second sword strike before I fall!"

Ruan Ci saw that she was cute, took a small step back, and smiled, "Good, I will let you make the first move."

Shi Yao's beautiful eyes lit up. She pinched the formula in her hand, but she didn't dare to wait for Ruan Ci to change her mind. As her magic power was activated, the colored silk in her bosom flew out, just about to wrap and cover her, and also formed a wrap in the aura field. She only saw the sword light light up, Ruan Ci gave a light chant, and one sword fell, all things returned to one!

She was becoming smoother and smoother as she slashed, and by now, it seemed to have a unique Dao rhyme!

This thought had just ignited, and all thoughts had entered silence. Shi Yao closed her eyes tightly and fell silently from the stage. Ruan Ci sheathed her sword, stretched out her finger and said, "Three more, three more sword strikes."

This sword strike slashed away all idle words. On the high viewing platform, tens of thousands of cultivators were silent, as if they were also shocked by this sword. On the projection wall in the clouds, I don't know when, there was only her figure. Ruan Ci stood alone with her sword on her back, standing in the arena. Her snowy and delicate face was reflected in the clouds. Wherever her eyes passed, everyone had the urge to avoid, as if they didn't dare to look at her.

The remaining three cultivators jumped onto the stage one after another to die, and the result was no surprise. They couldn't even force her to use her second move. The Jin Bo Sect's lineage of cultivators followed one after another, and no one could break Ruan Ci's sword strike!

In the Guanfeng Assembly, the Shangqing disciple Ruan beheaded all her enemies, broke the inheritance of True Person Fu's lineage with her own strength, won the top spot, and smiled and accepted the "Full Bed of Clear Dreams" into her bosom.

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Updated. Sorry for the long wait, everyone. I will send red envelopes to everyone for the previous chapter in a while.

I was out these past few days, so I didn't have time to talk about my thoughts on designing some plots. Now that I'm talking about it, I feel like it will destroy everyone's experience of reading the text. Let's talk about it after the whole text is finished~

The sudden Jin Bo copy is over. I finally got something good. Next, I'm going back to the mountain~

I'm eating braised beef brisket for lunch today~

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Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ===== CHAPTER 127 =====