Chapter 498: The Forgotten Clan Person

At the same time, Yuan Yao and the others were also watching Cang Li's direction.

Cang Li, noticing their gaze, pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and seemed indifferent to others' judgments.

Yuan Yao and the others couldn't help but laugh.

They knew Cang Li's mental endurance was strong.

They relaxed.

A new round of the contest was about to begin.

"I'll go first," Yuan Yao said.

"You rest for a while and let Eldest Senior Brother go first," Song Yan pulled her back, chuckling as he spoke.

Yuan Yao nodded, "Alright."

The next contestants to take the stage were Song Yan, Bian Chen, Yu Jing, Hua Chengyan, and others.

Song Yan's drawn opponent was Bian Chen.

When the two stood on the arena platform, almost everyone thought Bian Chen would achieve an overwhelming victory.

Although in previous contests Song Yan could fight by leaping a stage with his late-stage Nascent Soul Realm peak, now his opponent was Bian Chen.

Bian Chen's cultivation was in the mid Spirit Transformation Realm, not to mention he could also leap stages in battle.

Therefore, the outcome of this match was already clear.

"Ninth Province, Song Yan."

"First Continent, Bian Chen."

Before the match, the two clasped hands to show courtesy.

After the referee announced the start, they had already summoned long swords.

At the first clash.

Clang—

A sharp, ear‑piercing clang of metal erupted, as if to tear a person's eardrum! Where the two swords met, an invisible wave of qi spread, kicking up dust from the ground.

Immediately after, a continuous 'shhh' of slicing through air rang, sword qi surged wildly like silver snakes dancing, spraying in all directions.

From the start, Bian Chen displayed an unmatched fierce onslaught, his sword light flashing, each move ruthless, pressing Song Yan like a sudden storm.

His sword stance was heavy and domineering, each strike bearing a thousand‑pound force, forcing Song Yan to retreat repeatedly, peril after peril, his figure tangled in the dense sword net, nearly forced to the arena edge and fall off.

"Not good!"

"Song Yan is about to lose!

The audience's hearts rose to their throats, and murmurs began to rise.

Just as everyone thought Song Yan would be defeated, a sudden anomaly erupted!

Song Yan, instead of retreating, surged forward, his body suddenly tilting at an incredible angle, narrowly evading Bian Chen's powerful downward slash.

At the same time, his toe lightly tapped the ground, and in a hair‑thin instant, he flipped back, landing steadily at the arena's center!

That rabbit‑like, cuckoo‑like move left everyone staring dumbfounded.

However, an even more shocking scene was yet to come!

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Song Yan slowly lifted his sword, then swung it across with his other hand, the icy blade unhesitatingly slashing toward his own throat!

"He—what is he doing..." an elder in the front row exclaimed.

"Is he crazy?! What is he doing?! Seeking his own death?!"

"Heavens! If he concedes, why go to such lengths!"

The whole venue erupted, with shouts, discussions, and gasps intertwining.

Bian Chen's sword momentum stalled.

However, the expected spray of blood did not occur.

In the next instant, a scene that silenced all the clamor appeared—

With a light 'crack', Song Yan's jade crown, bound to his hair, shattered and scattered on the ground.

Immediately after, his once jet‑black hair turned white at a visible speed from the roots, like snow or frost, instantly becoming a full head of silver strands that cascaded like a waterfall over his shoulders and back.

His entire aura underwent an earth‑shaking transformation at that moment!

His previously refined and gentle visage remained handsome, now tinged with a calm that seemed to see through the world.

An indescribable pressure, as tangible as a substance, radiated from him, filling the arena, making the air seem to solidify.

Silence, a death‑like stillness.

Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at the white‑haired, completely transformed Song Yan on the arena, their minds empty.

Then, he moved.

Without earth‑shaking momentum, without deafening sword sounds, he simply moved.

His figure flickered, so fast that his trail was barely visible, leaving only a faint white afterimage and an suddenly razor‑sharp sword intent in the air!

Bian Chen's complexion shifted slightly, and he immediately raised his sword to meet him!

The two exchanged blows for several rounds.

The Immortals on the high platform could clearly see that Song Yan's current strength far exceeded his actual cultivation realm!

"Forgotten Clan." Ying Tian Immortal narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of shock in his heart.

Earlier he truly couldn't tell that Song Yan was a Forgotten Clan person!

In the cultivation world there exists a Forgotten Clan, usually very low‑key, so low that the world doesn't even know where they reside.

It is said the Forgotten Clan's innate bloodline is extremely strong, and when they walk the world, they undergo clan training that seals the bloodline's power upon themselves.

If a Forgotten Clan person wishes to lift the seal, only by using blood from the throat and heart as a catalyst can they break the seal and obtain the bloodline's power.

Fang Tai Immortal stroked his beard and sighed, "I didn't expect the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord to have taken a Forgotten Clan disciple."

At that moment, Kui Qian Immortal Lord's gaze lightly swept over the pink‑white‑haired youth, saying, "That Xue Jin is not an ordinary person."

Formless Immortal Lord remained silent at that moment, because he knew the full identities of Song Yan and the others.

There was only one person he did not know.

That person was Yuan Yao.

Yuan Yao's background could not be found anywhere.

Moreover, the Yuan Yao of a previous life died young, and he had never met her.

And this life's Yuan Yao, possessing such terrifying cultivation talent and spiritual power, could not be possessed by an ordinary person.

She… what exactly is she?

At this moment, beneath the arena, Lu Xiangxiang's gaze unconsciously followed Song Yan's figure, and a sour, numb feeling spread across her chest.

In a previous life, Song Yan, having gone mad for herself, accompanied her for hundreds of years, being almost entirely obedient to her…

How could she possibly have no feeling for him?

Lu Xiangxiang pressed her lips together, but when she thought of…

In a previous life, after being goaded by Ying Wuji, he actually poisoned her, trying to drag her to die together.

She came to hate him.

Because he betrayed her once again.

Lu Xiangxiang gently clenched her hand.

At that moment—

On the arena stage, Song Yan and Bian Chen were still sparring.

Their fight was evenly matched!

The two's battle remained deadlocked until a little over half an hour later, when both suffered serious injuries.

Bian Chen raised his sword, nearly exerting all his strength to swing a slash!

Boom—

The powerful blade surged toward Song Yan instantly.

Song Yan blocked with his sword, stepped back several paces, then was blasted to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Below the arena, Yuan Yao and the others' expressions shifted slightly, and they couldn't help shouting, "Eldest Senior Brother!"

"Eldest Senior Brother, just touch and stop," Ying Wuji said aloud.

But Song Yan held his sword planted in the ground, a strand of white hair brushing his cheek, his light brown eyes unwaveringly resolute.

He forced himself to stand, more fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Bian Chen saw that he seemed unwilling to concede, raised his sword again to attack Song Yan's direction, and at that moment—

Song Yan grasped his sword with both hands and thrust it toward his own chest!