Chapter 155

The two of them stepped onto the arena.

"Senior Brother Cang!" The members of the Carefree Sect on site lit up, and began shouting loudly.

Cang Li, at this moment dressed in a white robe, was a youthful lad with sword‑shaped eyebrows slanting, eyes bright as countless stars, lips red and teeth white, features delicate as an elf, towering in stature; he raised his hand to greet those present.

"Friends of the Dao, how have you been?"

The many young disciples responded immediately.

Several female disciples, seeing Cang Li's spirited demeanor, couldn't help feeling a fondness.

Cang Li not only looked handsome, but also smiled in such a charming way.

On the high platform, Immortal Sovereign Fan Quan, upon seeing Cang Li's entrance, couldn't help but glance toward the position of the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord.

The Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord's expression was stern, as if unmoved.

"Jueshan, you third disciple, truly humorous and witty," Immortal Sovereign Fan Quan stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Jueshan, hearing this, gave a slight nod toward him and said, "Immortal Sovereign, your praise is mistaken."

Immortal Sovereign Fan Quan, seeing that he still spoke little, sighed helplessly in his heart.

The head of the Holy Gate, smiling, continued, "The disciples that the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord has taken are all top‑one among ten thousand, truly enviable. Take Cang Li, for example; although he hasn't become a sword cultivator like the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord, he is a peerless talent in both medicine and pill‑refining."

The Heavenly Cloud Sect leader smiled and said, "In the previous sect-wide tournament, fourteen‑year‑old Cang Li secured third place in the Ninth Province disciple alchemy competition—truly impressive."

At this moment, the Dual‑Polarity Sect leader said meaningfully, "Out of the six disciples the Immortal Lord took, only four became sword cultivators—what a pity..."

He paused, then the Dual‑Polarity Sect leader looked at the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord and, smiling, asked, "May I ask, Immortal Lord, when you accepted disciples back then, did you know that Xiao Lingwei and Cang Li were unsuitable to become sword cultivators?"

The Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord ignored him.

The Dual‑Polarity Sect leader twitched the corner of his mouth and suppressed all emotion.

Meanwhile, the referee had announced the start of the match, and both contestants on the arena took action.

Cang Li raised his hand, and a dark‑colored spear materialized in his grasp.

His opponent, however, was a sword cultivator.

"Carefree Sect, Tianwu Peak Cang Li!"

Cang Li raised an eyebrow and smiled; instantly, gripping the dark spear, he moved his body toward the opponent.

As he swept past, the dark spear flashed with a burst of lightning, followed by a crackling sound.

He thrust the spear forward, intertwining with the opponent's long sword.

Boom!

The two forces collided violently.

"You should step down from the arena and refine your pills!" the opponent sneered.

As soon as the words fell, the opponent unleashed a sword technique of tremendous explosive power, repeatedly attacking the white‑clad youth, forcing him to retreat continuously.

Seeing this, Yuan Yao slightly frowned, and unconsciously clenched her palm.

Clang—

Cang Li sidestepped, thrusting a spear backward, which the opponent blocked with his sword.

"Cang Li, bring out the trickery you usually feign!" the opponent's mouth curled into a mocking smile as he kept advancing, slashing sword after sword at Cang Li.

"Friend, how did you know I was pretending? Are you secretly watching me? My Cangaotian charisma is truly overwhelming, I'm embarrassed, embarrassed," Cang Li couldn't help but laugh, his brows and eyes laced with a hint of wildness.

Upon hearing that, the opponent's complexion instantly darkened.

"You spout nonsense!"

The opponent cursed, then unleashed his ultimate move, "Ice Slash!"

In an instant, a massive sword blade surged toward Cang Li's direction, and at that very moment, frost covered his surroundings, freezing him in place!

The Carefree Sect disciples, seeing this scene, suddenly grew tense.

Just as the blade was about to strike Cang Li, a sudden bolt of lightning ripped the frost apart, a "Crack!" sound echoing, and the white‑clad youth shifted, raising his spear to meet the blade, thrusting it forward!

Thunder booms!

Bang—

Cang Li flashed, already arriving in front of the opponent.

"How did you know you'd be defeated today by my Cangaotian hand?" Cang Li smiled with his brows, the spear in his hand whirled, emitting an even stronger aura of power, and he thrust the spear!

"Boom," a sound rang, accompanied by fierce lightning flashes, shoving the opponent back a distance.

"Lightning‑Flame Spear!"

The spear was hurled; in an instant, most of the arena was engulfed by a dragon of thunder‑flame, and the spear pierced straight at the opponent's face!

The opponent's expression turned shocked; he raised his sword to block, yet the spear's massive impact forced him to retreat repeatedly.

Cang Li moved as fast as lightning, his spear like a roaming dragon within a thundercloud; his spear technique was fierce, domineering, swift, ruthless, and precise!

But after just two rounds, Cang Li's spear blasted him out of the arena.

"Carefree Sect, Cang Li wins!" the referee announced upon seeing this.

The members of the Carefree Sect shouted in celebration.

Others seated in the audience couldn't help but applaud him.

Cang Li lowered his spear, smiling proudly, showing a hint of unruly swagger; he first looked up toward his own master, then turned and waved at Yuan Yao and the others.

"Friends of the Dao, we'll meet again in the next match," Cang Li said, clasping his fists.

Afterward, he stepped down from the arena and walked toward the waiting‑match area.

When he returned to his seat, he placed his hands together and asked, "Patrons, how do you think my performance was?"

Song Yan smiled, "Excellent."

Xiao Lingwei said, "Average."

Xue Jin said, "A waste of time."

Ying Wuji: "Not bad."

Yuan Yao: "Hehe."

Cang Li gave an annoyed glare to the four people besides Song Yan, "You think I, Cangaotian, am too imposing, so you're jealous of me!"

"Eldest Senior Brother is the best." Cang Li looked at Song Yan with a smiling, narrowed gaze.

Song Yan: "……"

Xiao Lingwei tilted her head to look at him, raised an eyebrow and said, "You really have been diligent in your cultivation lately; good, keep it up."

"Second Senior Sister, you actually think I've gotten stronger, right?" Cang Li said proudly.

Xiao Lingwei saw his smug expression, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Don't be too arrogant."

Upon hearing that, Cang Li regained a solemn expression, nodded slightly: "Alright."

"It's almost Eldest Senior Brother's turn next, right?" Yuan Yao remembered that Eldest Senior Brother had drawn number forty-eight.

Song Yan nodded and smiled, "Yes."

"Go, Eldest Senior Brother!" Yuan Yao clenched her right fist toward Song Yan, saying with a beaming smile.

Xiao Lingwei said, "Eldest Senior Brother, although I don't know who your opponent is, you must absolutely not let your guard down."

Song Yan nodded in acknowledgment.

"Don't worry."

The six senior brothers and sisters chatted, while Lu Xiangxiang, sitting on Yuan Yao's other side, couldn't join their conversation, nor could she blend into their atmosphere.

Lu Xiangxiang's expression was cold; she also disdained to chat with them.

Yuan Yao also noticed Lu Xiangxiang's cold face, and she didn't want to bother with Lu Xiangxiang either.

The match continued.

Soon, Di Qingye, who had drawn number forty-seven, went on stage; his opponent was a mid-Foundation Establishment Realm disciple from a minor sect.

So, he won without any pressure.

And the next match was Eldest Senior Brother Song Yan's turn.