Chapter 119

Before the words fell, ripples appeared in the space behind Zhongli, and countless blades flew out, heading straight for Alice.

Erlang True Lord, who was on good terms with Shushan, was also very good at the Sword Control Art.

"Being able to do two things at once so easily, it really feels unpleasant."

Alice waved her wand, driving the fire dragon to constantly separate the flying swords.

Seeing this, Zhongli’s third eye flashed, and the fire dragon froze in place.

The next moment, the white flames that Alice had to spend a lot of effort to refine

instantly covered this fire dragon.

The fire dragon turned its head, its originally lifeless eyes now full of domineering fighting spirit, looking at Alice.

"You actually enlightened it for me! This is too absurd!"

Alice looked at the fire dragon with a fierce aura and felt like going crazy.

She subconsciously wanted to continue summoning, but thinking of Zhongli’s unreasonable enlightenment and control, she gave up.

Looking at the fire dragon opening its mouth to swallow her, Alice raised her hand decisively.

"I surrender!"

As the words fell, a streak of light picked up Alice and took her out.

She just wanted to see how strong Zhongli, who was cultivating immortality, was, not to find abuse.

However, as Alice left, the fire dragon naturally turned its direction to look at Venti.

Immediately, Venti was furious.

He kept slandering in his heart.

It was already uncomfortable to be beaten and unable to resist.

Alice actually had to create other helpers for Zhongli, and now it was good, he felt he wasn't far from death.

Being picked away by Zhongli again, Venti hurriedly raised his hand.

"Wait! Wait! Don't fight! I surrender!"

Zhongli’s offensive paused slightly, and the fire dragon swirled around him.

Venti panted and looked up at Zhongli in the air, laughing:

"Old man, don't fight anymore. Anyway, I can't beat you, and you should have vented your anger, right?"

Zhongli’s gaze was calm, but his heart was a bit helpless.

To be honest.

He only used three-tenths of his strength.

And there were many wonderful methods of Erlang that he hadn't used yet.

But no matter how he looked at it, Venti didn't look like someone who could withstand this tossing.

This sparring match was ultimately not very comfortable.

It was meaningless to continue fighting.

Resigned, Zhongli slowly faded out of the God-Inviting state.

Checking the consumption of true energy internally, it was fine. It looked like it had been a long fight.

But in fact, from the God-Inviting until now, it hadn't been a few minutes in total.

And Zhongli was holding back his strength, so the consumption was ultimately not large.

Moreover, if one said there were gains from this battle, it was nothing more than using some of Erlang True Lord’s martial arts and spells.

But if one said there were many gains...

It really couldn't be said.

After all, it wasn't a life-and-death struggle, and Venti and Alice combined couldn't force out five-tenths of Zhongli’s strength.

Sighing, Zhongli landed slowly on the ground.

His gaze looked calmly at Venti.

"From now on, the matter of that year is written off. If there is another time, don't blame me for finding you to chat."

Venti laughed and smiled dryly:

"Definitely! Believe me, old man, I’m not that unreliable."

80. Lishui: I love alchemy, alchemy makes me happy!

After Venti surrendered, this hasty sparring match without suspense was considered over.

Jiang Yan withdrew the formation and easily restored the arena to its original appearance.

Zhongli and the others returned to Jiang Yan’s side.

"Sect Master, I have fulfilled the mission."

Zhongli bowed and said, Jiang Yan smiled.

"Although it was a rather hasty sparring match, in the end, everyone gained something, right?"

Venti’s mouth twitched.

Gains?

What did he gain?

Being caught and beaten by Zhongli?

That was truly a bountiful harvest.

"The Holy Manifestation Mantra of the Pure Source is extremely miraculous. I have only just entered the door, but it is already so powerful."

"If there were some real battles, I think I would understand this secret method better."

Zhongli replied softly, Jiang Yan smiled:

"No need to worry. Later, when we go to the Nine Nether Secret Realm, there will be plenty of real battles."

"However, the battles then will not be like now; those will be real life-and-death struggles between you and the demon beasts."

"And the demon beasts naturally have their own cultivation methods."

Zhongli and the others’ expressions instantly became solemn, and they said in a low voice:

"I obey the Sect Master’s teachings."

Jiang Yan waved his hand gently, and some spirit stones were sent to Zhongli and Ganyu.

Then he smiled:

"Although today was a sudden sparring match, the rewards that should be there are still needed."

"In the future, when there are more disciples in the seven branches, the sparring arena will not be idle, and there will be the true Shushan Seven Branches Competition."

"You can plan early."

Hearing about the Seven Branches Competition, everyone was immediately excited.

This was Shushan’s true grand competition, where many cultivation geniuses discussed the Dao in Shushan and became famous in one battle.

That was the true grand gathering of immortal cultivators.

But thinking about it, that was still very far away.

After settling Zhongli and the others, Jiang Yan turned to look at Venti and the others, saying softly:

"You have traveled thousands of miles to Shushan, and started with a battle. Shushan has not treated you well."

"Hehe!"

Venti blinked and smiled:

"Not really, I had long guessed that the old man would deal with me, so it was within my expectations."

"And it’s a good thing to see the skills of an immortal cultivator."

Jiang Yan nodded with a smile.

"Let’s go to the Sect Main Hall. Other disciples, if there are no other matters, go back and cultivate on your own."

As soon as the words fell, Ningguang suddenly spoke:

"Sect Master, last night I notified Liyue to collect Primogems, classics, animals, medicinal materials, and minerals."

"I think there has been some harvest now. Can I open the Grotto-Heaven later to transport these resources in?"

Jiang Yan’s divine sense swept over, and sure enough, the area below Jueyun Karst was filled with dense supply carriages.

Nodding slightly, Jiang Yan said softly:

"Let Gechen go with you. Her Grotto-Heaven immortal arts still have quite a few conveniences."

Ping, standing to the side, bowed: