Chapter 513: Formal Battle Against the Cold Abyss Body

When the top six were decided, the sunset over Tianqi City burned half the sky red.

Huaiyang Bai Clan, Bai Wugou, White Flame Body, True Qi Realm Initial Stage.

Pingbei Wangfu, Zhou Tieyi, Blood Battle Spear Body, True Qi Realm Mid-stage.

Hengyang Lu Clan, Lu Zhen, Cold Abyss Body, True Qi Realm Initial Stage.

Zhennan Wang Ji Team, Wang Ji, Zhou Yanran, Qingyuan Sword Body, True Qi Realm Initial Stage.

Gu Valley Pei Clan, Pei Qing, Medicine King Body, True Qi Initial Stage.

Black Water Sect, She Hualong, Profound Snake Life Body, True Qi Initial Stage.

No one would have thought that Zhou Tieyi of the Pingbei Wangfu, fighting to the end, would actually erupt—erupt with the Blood Battle Spear Body.

According to Wang Ji, Zhou Tieyi follows the path of fusing with spiritual objects.

It must be a Spear Heart Spiritual Object nurtured on the battlefield, which Zhou Tieyi refined and fused with.

To not have died is truly a stroke of great luck.

The True Qi realm also broke through a level.

A full harvest; this opportunity is truly enviable.

Cheng Feng hadn't been very active these past few days; aside from watching the matches, he just holed up in Lan Yuan to nurse his injuries.

Hu came every other day to check his pulse and change his dressings.

The first day he came, Cheng Feng's ribs were still cracked, his left arm couldn't be raised above his shoulder, and his ten fingers were as swollen as little radishes.

When he came again after a day, Hu squeezed his arm and didn't speak for a long time.

Two days later, Hu removed the splints and told him to move around.

Cheng Feng then performed a set of slow punches right in front of him.

Hu put down his medicine chest and sat there staring blankly.

"With this injury of yours, which of those martial artists outside wouldn't have to lie down for a month or so?" Hu's tone carried a hint of feeling like he had wasted his life learning medicine.

"You, on the other hand, in three days, the bones have grown back? Are you even human?"

Cheng Feng smiled: "I've always grown fast since I was little. I recover well."

"Bullshit." Hu cursed, "Do you take me for one of those quacks? Your pulse is heavy and rolling, your blood like lead and mercury.

It's much thicker than it was a few days ago. Your body is even more of a monster than that medicine pot from the Gu Valley Pei Clan."

Cheng Feng didn't respond, just poured a cup of tea for Hu.

Some things cannot be said too much. The fewer people who know about the Flood Dragon Bloodline, the better.

Before leaving, Hu still warned him not to use too much force with his left arm, as the ribs had just knit together and couldn't handle hard impacts yet.

Cheng Feng agreed honestly, but turned around and strapped on his newly prepared arm guards, practicing on the wooden stakes in the courtyard for half the night.

Being able to reap rewards from practicing martial arts himself is truly great.

Liu Yu came out in the middle of the night and, seeing him practicing shirtless and drenched in sweat, didn't try to persuade him, just threw a dry towel over: "Tomorrow's opponent is Lu Zhen."

Cheng Feng paused, took the towel to wipe his face: "Doesn't matter. Among the top six teams, Lu Zhen and Bai Wugou are the most troublesome. It's the same whoever I run into."

"It's different." Liu Yu sat down beside him, "Although Bai Wugou's White Flame is evil, your Blood Qi can suppress it somewhat.

With Lu Zhen's Cold Abyss Body, you won't be able to get close.

Wang Ji said she will take the lead tomorrow."

Cheng Feng frowned: "Can't she wait any longer?"

"She can't wait.

Zhou Tieyi has also revealed his hand, and the people from the Immortal Sect have already submitted the roster.

If Wang Ji doesn't make a move now, it would be taking the opponent too lightly."

Cheng Feng didn't say anything more.

If I have to fight, I'll fight; anyway, I'm just here to contribute effort.

As for other thoughts, I don't have any for now.

Cheng Feng isn't foolish enough to pop the champagne halfway there.

The next day, West Battlefield One. Zhennan Wang Ji Team versus Hengyang Lu Clan.

There were more people in the stands than in the previous matches, and even the aisles were packed.

In the Immortal Sect's seating area, more than half of the dozen Immortal Masters, rarely seen on ordinary days, had come today.

This match was the first time two Immortal Seeds had collided head-on; the entire Tianqi City was watching.

Lu Zhen was still in that moon-white robe, his face like cold jade, his brows and eyes cold and detached, standing on the platform like a jade statue without sorrow or joy.

Behind him, four Lu Clan retainers had already drawn their weapons, revealing a sense of murderous intent.

But after all, they had already gone through several rounds of combat, and their injuries hadn't healed that quickly.

The main force still depends on the performance of the Immortal Seeds.

Cheng Feng stood to the left of Wang Ji, Huo Luan and Liu Yu were on the flanks, and Gu Niangzi was to the rear.

Wang Ji had changed into a narrow-sleeved plain robe today, her long hair tied very high, with a long sword she had never been seen carrying hanging at her waist.

The scabbard was entirely cyan-white, like a piece of bamboo covered in frost.

She reached out and pressed the hilt, and the air on the entire Battle Platform seemed to cool down.

"Qingyuan Sword." Someone whispered.

"The Qingyuan Sword Body is finally going to make a move." On the high platform, an old man in a green shirt slowly sat up straight, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

The drums sounded, and the referee shouted, "Begin!"

Lu Zhen moved first. He took a step, white frost spread under his feet, and the temperature of the entire Battle Platform plummeted.

The four Lu Clan martial artists followed like shadows, guarding Lu Zhen's left and right, pressing toward Cheng Feng and the others.

Cheng Feng did not charge forward as he had in the previous matches; instead, he held the line with Liu Yu and the others.

Today was the first time Wang Ji had made a move.

In this match, if they let Wang Ji stay at the center of the formation just to watch, they would all be frozen to pieces by Lu Zhen.

Huo Luan and Liu Yu had already engaged the four Martial Artists of the Lu Clan.

This time, those four from the Lu Clan were no longer playing any formations; they started with a life-or-death stance, every move risking danger, clearly intending to first clip Cheng Feng's wings.

Huo Luan's injuries had not fully healed, and being entangled by two opponents, his blade technique gradually grew strained.

Liu Yu could not break free either; the blade light flashed around the perimeter, dense and impenetrable, yet it was always a hair's breadth short.

Cheng Feng did not use his blade. He was empty-handed, pushing his hard-body training to the limit, the Golden Body Iron Bone Art protecting his vital chest and back, a layer of extremely faint black scales appearing and disappearing beneath his skin.

To Cheng Feng, these Martial Artists were like children he could take down with a single punch each.

And over there, Wang Ji made her move.

The Qingyuan Sword left its sheath, the sword light like autumn water; with one strike, the frost-filled air was actually split down the middle.

"Qingyuan Sword Body, it truly lives up to its reputation." Lu Zhen retreated a step, a thin red line appearing on her left arm.

She stared at Wang Ji, her gaze flickering for the first time, "I originally did not want to fight you. But since you have used the Qingyuan Sword, I will no longer hold back."

She suddenly raised her hand and pulled the jade hairpin holding her hair. Her black hair cascaded down, actually three parts longer than Wang Ji's.

She pulled at her collar, and that wide, moon-white outer robe slid off her shoulders, revealing a patch of snow-white neck and delicate collarbones.

Cheng Feng paused abruptly.

"A woman?" Huo Luan, seeing this from afar, slowed his hand and was nearly grazed by a Lu Clan Martial Artist.

Lu Zhen—no, it was Lu Zhen—she exhaled a breath of white mist, her voice still calm, but no longer the suppressed, low rasp from before,

but rather much clearer: "I was born a girl, but my mother had no sons, and my father did not want others to touch me.

If the Cold Abyss Body were to be leaked, I would never have been able to step out of the Lu house for the rest of my life. Later, after I began practicing the Martial Dao, I simply disguised myself as a man."

"You disguised yourself well," Wang Ji said coldly.

"Before I awakened, I truly could not beat you," Lu Zhen looked at her,

"But now, I have seen freedom."

As her voice fell, the cold air around her surged violently, her white robe billowed in the wind, frost flowers swirled between her sleeves, and the cold air, like a dragon, lunged straight at Wang Ji.

Wang Ji raised her sword and slashed; the sword light was like a stream breaking through ice, slicing the cold dragon in half.

The two fought fiercely in the arena, sword and frost interweaving, so fast that Cheng Feng could barely intervene.

Having dealt with the small fry, Cheng Feng could only skirmish from the side, occasionally landing a punch to seal off Lu Zhen's retreat.

"You cannot break in," Lu Zhen said to Cheng Feng, "Your blood is hot, I like it very much. But you cannot get close to me, Cheng Feng."

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth, black scales emerging from his temples to his neck, his Blood Qi steaming, like a black dragon swimming out of boiling water.

Risking his left shoulder being struck by a blast of cold air, he charged in and slammed a punch into Lu Zhen's back.

Lu Zhen's body shook, and she spat out a small mouthful of blood; the blood turned into ice beads before it even hit the ground.

But her cold air also wrapped around Cheng Feng's right arm like vines, the entire arm turning frost-white in an instant.

Cheng Feng retreated rapidly, his arm already numb.

"Enough," Wang Ji's voice rang out, cold and clear.

Taking advantage of Cheng Feng's strike, she closed in on Lu Zhen, the frost light of the Qingyuan Sword flaring, and she thrust her sword into Lu Zhen's right shoulder, the tip emerging from the back.

Lu Zhen's movements stiffened. She looked down at the sword in her shoulder, then slowly raised her head.

She did not look at Wang Ji, but instead looked at Cheng Feng, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth: "That punch of yours was heavy."

Cheng Feng panted, frost still seeping from his right arm; he opened his mouth but could not speak.

"We concede," Lu Zhen retreated a step, her body swaying, and she was supported by the Lu Clan Martial Artists.

She pulled out a white cloth to press against the blood on her shoulder, her gaze calm, "The Qingyuan Sword Body lives up to its name; I am convinced of my defeat."

Wang Ji sheathed her sword, not a drop of blood on the blade. She nodded slightly toward Lu Zhen and turned to walk back.

Cheng Feng stood in the arena, looking at her long, loose hair and that thin, almost transparent face, and suddenly said: "If you had said you were a woman earlier, my punch might have been lighter."

Lu Zhen was stunned, then turned her head away, not looking at him again.

The spectators off the stage finally exploded in shock.

The Cold Abyss Body was a woman, and the Zhennan Prince's daughter's Qingyuan Sword Body had finally made a move.

This battle had been fought arduously, and it had been fought clearly.

Cheng Feng returned to the sidelines and sat down with a thud, his right arm slowly regaining sensation.

Gu Niangzi applied medicinal oil to his hand, making him wince in pain.

"When Immortal Seeds fight Immortal Seeds, they truly don't care about their lives. I'm not even qualified to intervene."

Huo Luan stabbed his blade into the ground, "I will never compare myself to you monsters again."

Cheng Feng said nothing, only looking up at the distant Immortal Sect seating area. Someone was taking notes again.

The Immortal Seeds were getting closer and closer.