Chapter 63

Silence, deathly silence.

Amidst the tsunami of cheers from the ten thousand spectators at Mount Luofeng, there was an area that was silent.

In the stands, the corpse of the Broken Blade Xu Renke lay quietly there.

After a long time, someone spoke dryly.

"How could he lose?"

Once these words were spoken, everyone seemed to have come back to their senses.

Yeah, how could he lose?

Xu Renke was clearly so strong, had the name of Broken Blade, was one of the two great Protectors of the Po Shan Gang, and had even wandered through many markets, making a great name for himself.

But just now, he actually lost to Gao Tingyuan, whom they looked down upon.

Zeng Wen, who had already returned to the stand, had a slightly ruddy complexion.

He said with some disbelief: "Just now Xu Renke activated that broken blade, already showing a trace of magic treasure power, and he did indeed slash Gao Tingyuan. Why didn't Gao Tingyuan die?"

In the face of such means, even if he, Zeng Wen, performed beyond his level, he couldn't win.

But Gao Tingyuan just won and survived.

Mi Shuhua frowned, his eyes looking at the weak, short man sitting on the ground on the Dao-discussing platform.

After a long time, he said uncertainly: "A substitute puppet?"

"Eh?" Murong Qinglian was surprised, as if she had thought of something, "He actually has a substitute puppet!"

On the Dao-discussing platform, Gao Tingyuan looked panicked and sat paralyzed on the ground.

He muttered to himself, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Before the battle, wasn't it agreed that I would win easily?"

"Why did he want to put me to death!"

"A magic treasure, that was definitely power far exceeding a top-grade magic tool, approaching a magic treasure."

"If I didn't have a substitute puppet from the Falling Cloud Sect, I would have died just now."

He covered his lower abdomen with his hands; although there was no wound, bright red blood was constantly seeping out through his skin.

His dantian was broken!

There was a leak in his Qi sea, and his spiritual power was leaking out uncontrollably.

Even if he uses spiritual elixirs in the future to fill the leak, I'm afraid he will have no hope of Foundation Establishment for the rest of his life.

This was caused by a trace of blade energy containing the power of a magic treasure.

It was not an external blow, but the blade energy seeping into the dantian and causing the spiritual energy to surge.

"Eh, he actually has a substitute puppet from the Falling Cloud Sect?"

Elder Zhou's exclamation was so obvious in the voice transmission.

Wang Haichao smiled slightly, didn't answer, and clapped his hands lightly.

Driven by him, the members of the Da Jiang Gang clapped wildly and cheered loudly.

As expected of the number one Qi Refining expert in our gang, even the Broken Blade with a magic treasure fragment is no match for him.

"Mixed River Dragon is invincible!"

"On the Heaven's Pride Ranking, there should be his name!"

"Long live the Da Jiang Gang!"

When Gao Tingyuan arrived at the stand weakly, he received the praise of the whole gang.

Even the Foundation Establishment Gang Leader Wang Haichao gave him a warm welcome.

"Is the injury heavy?"

"Oh, the Qi sea is broken!"

"Come, come, I have a Qi-Solidifying Elixir here; you take it first."

"Don't be polite with me, we are all one family."

Gao Tingyuan lowered his head, clutching the Qi-Solidifying Elixir, trembling with anger.

Old scoundrel, how dare you design me like this!

Outsiders who saw it only thought he was excited because of the Gang Leader's favor.

Look, how polite our Gang Leader is to the virtuous and how sincere he is to others!

"Collect Xu Renke's body well and bury it in the cemetery behind the main altar in the future."

"Our Po Shan Gang brothers are not homeless wandering ghosts; even in death, they have a place to rest."

Mi Shuhua arranged Xu Renke's funeral properly.

The gang members were also moved when they heard it.

In this life, it is not easy to be a rogue cultivator; being able to follow such a boss is definitely a blessing.

Mi Shuhua sighed; for some reason, he felt some unease in his heart.

Not winning the match point game for the fourth victory made him really uneasy.

The Broken Blade, who was highly expected by the Da Jiang Gang, fell at the feet of the Mixed River Dragon; probably ninety percent of people would not have thought of such a result. Xu Renke, a man he thought very highly of, died on the newly opened Dao-discussing platform.

That was the match point game, and the two strongest Protectors were the ones who appeared.

Now, although they still won three battles, the trump cards in their hands were getting fewer and fewer.

And on the Da Jiang Gang's side, the next few people were all foreign aid like Min Longyu who appeared first.

"Next battle, it should be the Wind Forest Tiger, right!"

The sixth battle, Po Shan Gang's Wind Forest Tiger versus Da Jiang Gang's Gongsun Changji.

The battle process was very short.

When Gongsun Changji sacrificed that azure flying sword, it announced the death of the Wind Forest Tiger.

That was the sword of the Foundation Establishment cultivator Wang Haichao, a top-grade magic tool.

Mi Shuhua's eyelids twitched as he watched the gang members go to collect the Wind Forest Tiger's body.

"Next battle, can the Leaping Stream Tiger win?"

The answer is no.

He faced Yang Rusheng, a very famous Qi Refining rogue cultivator in the Tianye Market.

Or rather, Yang Rusheng was not a rogue cultivator at all; he was born into a cultivation family.

It was only because his family was later destroyed that he was forced to become a rogue cultivator.

But his family background was not something that ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivators could compare to.

Two consecutive magic tools self-destructed, and the Leaping Stream Tiger, known for his movement techniques, was directly smashed into meat paste.

This time, even collecting the body was not possible.

The Po Shan Gang's record, from one loss, three wins, to now three consecutive losses, can be described as ups and downs.

Now even the key match point has been taken by others.

If they lose the next battle, this death duel will be declared over.

Mi Shuhua felt heavy and looked at Murong Qinglian.

Murong Qinglian smiled slightly, "Old Qin will do his best."

Luo Chen sat on the side and saw it clearly.

How complex that smile was.

There was trust, hope, worry, and even fear mixed in it.

He had never seen such a smile in his two lives; even a movie star would probably not be able to interpret such complexity.

The new generation's Broken Jade Tiger, Ke Yuelin, clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.

He knew that rather than saying the rapidly rising Wang Yuan snatched his spot, it was actually his sworn brother Qin Liangchen who fought for him.

If it weren't for this, the next battle would actually have been his turn.

But!

The foreign aid brought by the Da Jiang Gang this time was stronger than the last; if he had really gone up, he would either have been shredded into pieces like Han Dang or blown into powder like the Leaping Stream Tiger.

He dared not imagine such a scene.

He was still young, and his path of cultivation had just begun.

The fear in his heart, the worry for his big brother, and the tragic deaths of the brothers before him made his thoughts chaotic.

Entering the cultivation world, I came to cultivate; why is it like mixing in the jianghu?

It shouldn't be like this!

What happened to the promised inaction and pure cultivation?

In the underground palace below the Dao-discussing platform, Qin Liangchen and Wang Yuan stood and sat.

The two were not familiar with each other and were usually just nodding acquaintances.

The Qin family had their own small business, usually selling spiritual fish and beating their children, living a prosperous life.

Wang Yuan traveled between the rogue cultivator market and the Guyuan Mountains, living the life of a bitter cultivator.

At this moment, Qin Liangchen did not look back, his brand-new purple robe billowing without wind.

Outside, a vast voice sounded.

"Eighth battle, Po Shan Gang's Qin Liangchen versus Da Jiang Gang's Bai Qi."

Qin Liangchen took a deep breath, walked out with big strides, and left a sentence behind.

"I will fight the ninth battle for you!"

Wang Yuan closed his eyes; at this moment, his eyelids trembled, but he did not open them after all.