Chapter 173: Challenge

The next day, Zhang Xingyu began his formal seclusion.

This time, he wanted to practice the "Executioner" sword technique.

The Executioner sword technique only had four thin pages, and each page had a strange character written on it.

Zhang Xingyu calmed his heart and breath, then opened the book page.

The first page was a lightning-like character.

The moment he opened the book page, the character turned into a snow-white sword light, a sword light that came from outside the sky.

The sword light broke through the void, tore through the sea of consciousness, and snapped the soul.

Zhang Xingyu felt a sharp pain in his brain, and then fainted.

Above the sea of consciousness, the system black diamond shook three times.

After a while, it calmed down and muttered to itself: "What a sharp sword light, it almost split this seat in half. Fortunately, this seat was cautious, fortunately, this seat was cautious."

After speaking, the system black diamond quickly hid into the void above the sea of consciousness.

Zhang Xingyu had a dream, dreaming that he was cut into two pieces.

A glowing little person applied glue to his wound and then reattached his broken body.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Xingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Headache splitting, headache splitting.

Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes again.

Beside him, Meng Ruyan was walking back and forth anxiously.

Three days ago, Zhang Xingyu's room suddenly let out a scream.

When she rushed to Zhang Xingyu's room, Zhang Xingyu had already fainted.

There were no wounds on his body.

Meng Ruyan guessed that his soul had likely been damaged.

Meng Ruyan had no way to treat the damage to the soul.

This feeling of being helpless was very uncomfortable.

Apart from constantly praying, she could only wait anxiously.

After resting for a while, Zhang Xingyu felt slightly better.

He tried hard to open his eyes again.

"Senior Sister Meng, Senior Sister Meng!" Zhang Xingyu called out softly.

Meng Ruyan turned around and looked at Zhang Xingyu.

Her eyes were a bit red, as if she had cried.

"Senior Sister Meng, my head hurts so much. Do you have any pain-relieving spirit pills? Give me one." Zhang Xingyu's voice was as light as a mosquito.

Meng Ruyan nodded, took out a spirit pill from her storage ring, and gently stuffed it into Zhang Xingyu's mouth.

"This is a fourth-grade spirit pill, Hundred Grass Forging Spirit Pill, take it and try." Meng Ruyan said softly.

The spirit pill melted upon entering his mouth.

At the same time, the system's long-lost prompt sounded again: "Ding dong, host contributed spiritual energy value points, converted into 100 points of God Yuan value."

After the spirit pill went down, Zhang Xingyu felt better.

"Senior Sister Meng, are there any more of these spirit pills?" Zhang Xingyu asked weakly.

Meng Ruyan nodded and stuffed another spirit pill into his mouth.

"Ding dong, host contributed spiritual energy value points, converted into 100 points of God Yuan value."

"Are there any more?" Zhang Xingyu blinked at Meng Ruyan.

Meng Ruyan took out another one.

The system's prompt sounded again, and Zhang Xingyu's headache finally disappeared.

He closed his eyes to check his sea of consciousness.

In the divine court, the vast sea of consciousness that once existed had dried up.

In the center of the sea of consciousness, a divine fire the size of a soybean flickered, as if it would go out at any time.

Above the divine fire, a crystal-clear jade tripod floated.

Beside the jade tripod, a golden little person waved his hands, constantly stuffing the green light spots falling from the void into the jade tripod.

The jade tripod emitted wisps of black smoke, slowly dissipating into the void of the divine court.

Zhang Xingyu's consciousness silently withdrew from the sea of consciousness.

He frowned, feeling anxious in his heart.

The divine liquid in the sea of consciousness had dried up. If it wasn't replenished quickly, I'm afraid the divine fire that had just been lit would go out.

Thinking of this, he looked up at Meng Ruyan: "Senior Sister Meng, do you have any more spirit pills? If you do, lend them to me first, I'm in a hurry."

Meng Ruyan nodded and was about to take out the spirit pills when the communication bell of the cave dwelling rang.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong! *

The bell rang three times in a row. Immediately after, an emerald-green communication jade slip flew into her hand.

Meng Ruyan lit up the text on the jade slip and read it out softly.

"Wang Yong of East Victory Immortal Martial Academy is ordered to come and visit!"

Wang Yong, don't know him?

Zhang Xingyu shook his head at Meng Ruyan.

"No time, don't see him!"

Meng Ruyan nodded and wrote a few words on the jade slip with elegant and beautiful small characters: "Sorry, please go back!"

Outside the cave dwelling, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was waiting expectantly. The boy had his hair

This youth was none other than Wang Yong.

Seeing the jade slip fly back, he waved his hand to summon it and casually lit up Meng Ruyan's reply.

"Damn it! He actually dares not see me!" Wang Yong cursed under his breath.

He crushed the jade slip in his hand and turned to leave.

After taking only two steps, he stopped again.

No, the task the Dean personally entrusted to him must be completed.

Wang Yong took out another jade slip and quickly scribbled several lines of large characters on it.

Inside the cave dwelling, Meng Ruyan looked at the jade slip and whispered to Zhang Xingyu: "That person outside the cave refuses to leave! He says he is acting under the orders of the academy Dean to have a duel with you."

"What is there to duel about for no reason? Is he really so full and have nothing better to do? Reply to him: no duel!"

Outside the cave dwelling, Wang Yong crushed the jade slip again.

Shameless, he actually dares not accept the challenge! No, he must be made to accept. Otherwise, who could withstand the wrath of the Dean?

Inside the cave dwelling, Meng Ruyan looked at the jade slip that had flown in once more.

"That person outside the cave really won't give up until he achieves his goal. He says in the jade slip that you beat their academy's international student, and you must either publicly apologize to the injured student or have a duel with him."

"So he came to avenge that academic failure from Dongsheng Shenzhou. I'm afraid the school spirit of this Dongsheng Xianwu Academy isn't very good! Senior Sister, don't be in a hurry to reply to him yet, let me ask Zhu Xiaopang first!"

Outside the cave dwelling, Wang Yong was waiting anxiously. The sound-transmitting jade slip had gone in for quite a while, but no reply had come from the cave.

Just at this moment, a white sword light suddenly shot out from the cave dwelling.

The sword light grazed his hairline, scaring him so much that his hair stood on end and cold sweat poured down.

Damn it, how shameless! Launching a sneak attack!

The sword light flew far away!

Only then did Wang Yong realize that what had sneak-attacked him just now was a message-transmitting flying sword.

Wang Yong's panic subsided slightly, and he cursed inwardly.

After a moment, that white sword light whistled back again.

Wang Yong did a donkey roll to dodge the flying sword, then watched it disappear into the array of the cave dwelling.

Too shameless! Even the flying sword is so shameless!

Wang Yong was filled with hatred!

Wang Yong, a cultivation genius of Dongsheng Xianwu Academy, an academic star in the eyes of his classmates, and a good student in the eyes of his teachers.

Having cultivated for only three years, he had reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and was proficient in Daoist arts, sword techniques, and talismans.

Damn it, Dongsheng Xianwu Academy sending such a youth is clearly trying to slap me hard in the face!

Defeating him brings no benefits; losing to him ruins my reputation. More importantly, it would also implicate Zhu Xiaopang and make him look down on me.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xingyu asked Meng Ruyan to reply: "Appearance fee: one thousand Grade 4 Spirit Pills. If you agree, we fight; if you don't agree, we don't."

The reply reached Wang Yong, and Wang Yong was stunned for a long time.

A duel with someone requires an appearance fee? This person is too greedy.

And he wants one thousand Grade 4 Spirit Pills; that would cost at least ten million low-grade spirit stones to buy.

Forget it, let the Dean worry about such money-spending matters.

Thinking of this, Wang Yong took out the message-transmitting flying sword.

A moment later, he received a reply.

Wang Yong's eyes widened. Unexpectedly, the Dean actually agreed!

Inside the cave dwelling, Zhang Xingyu muttered to himself: "Unexpectedly, this kid actually agreed. A rich person indeed. If I had known he was so rich, I should have asked for ten thousand Grade 4 Spirit Pills as an appearance fee."

A moment later, Wang Yong, who was waiting outside the cave, received the long-awaited reply: "The duel will be held in seven days, you choose the location. Please pay the appearance fee within one day after the agreement is reached, otherwise the agreement is void."