Chapter 2089

The people of the Dao One Immortal Sect had been aiming for his Shòuchǒng from the start; at this moment, that disciple of the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect finally understood.

At this moment, winning or losing no longer mattered; protecting his own Shòuchǒng was the key.

As a beast cultivator, if even his Shòuchǒng is gone, what's the point of cultivating immortality?

Tang Shī xiōng's side was a bit faster; under the gaze of that Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple, whose eyes were almost bursting, at the final moment, as the sword light flashed.

Seeing the long sword about to pierce the heart of that final Shòuchǒng, suddenly a white light fell, blocking Tang Shī xiōng's strike.

It turned out to be the Elder of the Immortal Sword Sect, serving as referee, who intervened.

He stopped Tang Shī xiōng, saved that magical beast, the Immortal Sword Sect Elder, with a complex expression, stepped between the person and beast, frowned, and said to Tang Shī xiōng.

"The opponent has already conceded; this battle is won by the Dao One Immortal Sect."

He announced the result, and at the same time warned Tang Shī xiōng not to strike again.

Faced with the Immortal Sword Sect Elder's intervention to block him, Tang Shī xiōng wore a look of regret.

He was only two inches away; just a little more and he could have run that beast through with one sword.

But things have come to this; there's nothing to be done.

As for that disciple of the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect, his heart still pounding with fear, he rushed straight to his Shòuchǒng, anxiously shielding it behind him.

Thank goodness, thank goodness; at the last moment he finally managed to save it.

But just as he worried about his own Shòuchǒng, the other Shòuchǒng that Tang Shī xiōng had already run through was swiftly taken by him and stored inside his Space Ring.

Since it was already dead and lifeless, it could naturally be stored in the Space Ring.

Seeing this, the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple glared with both eyes, his gaze full of anger, and shouted at Tang Shī xiōng.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm collecting the spoils of battle."

"What spoils? That's my Shòuchǒng."

"It's dead."

"Even dead, it's still my Shòuchǒng."

"Who says so? Is there such a rule?"

"You................"

"I just asked earlier whether Shòuchǒng can be killed; according to the rules it is allowed, so now that I've slain this beast, it becomes my spoils, and taking its corpse is fine, right?"

"You................"

Tang Shī xiōng spoke with utter certainty, and for a moment the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple found himself at a loss for words.

After all, the Four Sects Sword Discussion never said Shòuchǒng couldn't be killed, nor did it say who owns the corpse after a Shòuchǒng is slain.

And since that magical beast was slain by Tang Shī xiōng, the corpse naturally belongs to him, which seems fine as well.

Ignoring the stunned Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple, Tang Shī xiōng carried the corpse of that magical beast down from the platform.

Only that Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple and the Immortal Sword Sect Elder remained, staring at each other.

Facing that disciple with a look of grievance, the Immortal Sword Sect Elder thought for a moment and then whispered advice.

"A corpse isn't of much use to you either; forget it, cheer up—didn't you still save one?"

"Huh???"

Saying that, the Immortal Sword Sect Elder also pursed his lips toward the living Shòuchǒng.

This left the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple silent, his thoughts in turmoil.

"Is that really what you meant? What does 'barely managing to save one' even mean?"

But right now that corpse has already gone into Tang Shī xiōng's pocket; trying to get him to take it out again is obviously impossible.

In the end, the Myriad Beast Immortal Sect disciple could only pinch his nose and swallow all his grievance.

Carrying the other Shòuchǒng that had survived by luck, head bowed, full of resentment, he stepped down from the platform.

And Tang Shī xiōng, upon returning to the area of the Dao One Immortal Sect, immediately bowed his hands to Ye Zhangqing.

Disciple does not disgrace the mission, the ingredients are in hand.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing smiled unnaturally.

"I still have some ingredients here, there's no need..............."

Disciple feels that the ingredients of the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect are better, after all they are being cultivated.

Huh???

Tang Shī xiōng said with a face full of seeking credit.

Disciple won a complete victory, and also brought back the ingredients; there's no reason to blame the other party.

Ye Zhangqing ultimately could only helplessly nod.

Immediately, the reward for victory, specially prepared food, was given to Tang Shī xiōng; then he happily returned to his seat and started wolfing it down.

"It's really cheap for you, you actually met a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect."

"This is luck, you can't envy it."

The nearby fellow disciples said enviously; hearing that, Tang Shī xiōng, while eating heartily, responded indistinctly.

Seeing his smug look, this disciple pursed his lips and said unwillingly.

"How do you know my opponent isn't from the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect, humph."

The opponents in the four-sect sword discussion, before going on the stage, nobody knows.

They are all arranged by the organizing sect, that is the Immortal Sword Sect.

Yesterday was like that, and today after eliminations it's still like that.

Therefore, all the fellow disciples of Dao One Immortal Sect do not know who their opponent is; they can only wait until it's their turn to find out.

It could be the Immortal Sword Sect, or it could be the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect, depending on luck.

However, Tang Shī xiōng didn't bother with the other party anymore; right now he was busy eating, and had no energy to waste on all that nonsense.

After obtaining a demon beast ingredient, Ye Zhangqing's reward had one more dish than before, unlike the previous fellow apprentices.

Tang Shī xiōng naturally spotted the difference at a glance; sure enough, the ingredient's effect was indispensable—this just added a dish, right?

However, amidst the joy, he secretly felt it a pity; clearly there was a chance to add two dishes.

If I could seize the opportunity and also kill that other beast, it would be perfect, and the merit would be greater by one.

What a pity; thinking about it now is useless, can only wait for future opportunities.

When the next round comes and I encounter a Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect disciple again, there must be no hesitation whatsoever; I must strike with the speed of thunder—before they can even cover their ears—to grab that ingredient first.

Tang Shī xiōng silently thought to himself, and at this moment the next match continued as well.

It was again a disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect, and coincidentally the one sitting beside Tang Shī xiōng who had just spoken.

Upon hearing his name, this person rose excitedly; but in the next second, upon hearing that his opponent was again a Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect disciple, this disciple's eyes instantly blazed with fervor.

Good fellow, is today my lucky day? Think of something and it comes.

With a proud look, he turned his head toward Tang Shī xiōng, then lifted his head and puffed his chest as he stepped onto the platform; opposite him, a Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect disciple with an angry expression and a cold, stern face also stepped onto the platform.

That previous match had thoroughly angered all their fellow apprentices; this match, encountering the Dao One Immortal Sect again, naturally calls for settling both new and old grudges together.

In this match we cannot hold back; we must definitely give the Dao One Immortal Sect's disciple a look to see.

Their Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect is not to be bullied; they killed our sect's beast pet—fine, then crippling you is hardly unjust.

Although the rules clearly forbid killing people, but crippling your cultivation and breaking your limbs should be fine, right?

Anyway, the rules don't explicitly forbid these either.

His eyes were full of icy intent.