Chapter 1022

The "One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws" was born, and the cultivators were in an uproar, but looking at the disappearing dueling platform, they could only face reality, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

The disciples of the Jiangong hid in the box, and because there was an isolation array, they could talk freely and point out the spring and autumn.

"This can also be called 'One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws'?!"

"There is no greater example of 'hanging a sheep's head to sell dog meat' in history than this!"

"It is truly a disgrace to sword cultivators..."

The disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and they were even more resentful of that fellow's title of "Western Sword Saint," continuously mocking and ridiculing him.

But mockery was mockery; everyone had no intention of taking the stage to teach that fellow a lesson. Everyone had self-knowledge; the sun as a sword, falling from the sky—who could block that?

There were also some young disciples who were not good at hiding their thoughts; they cursed happily with their mouths, but their eyes were full of envy that could not be hidden. As a sword cultivator, who didn't want to be able to shout the title "Western Sword Saint" loudly under the gaze of everyone?

Of course they wanted to shout it too, but they couldn't take a beating.

The Jiangong disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and no one noticed Bai Kaishui standing alone by the window, looking down, his expression complex.

Subsequently, the steel puppet appeared again, and it was another round of wild bombing of its opponent, finally winning narrowly before running out of ammunition.

Just when it narrowly occupied the last dueling platform, the cultivators had already seen its weakness, and those with sharp eyes even discovered that the beehive was already empty!

The cultivators immediately rubbed their hands, preparing to take the stage to show their holiness, when suddenly a tattered rag doll jumped out from nowhere, holding a small banner wreathed in immortal energy, and landed on the dueling platform first.

The tattered doll was only three feet tall, and with the banner, it was less than five feet, not even as high as the steel puppet's instep. Xu Wenwu couldn't find a suitable weapon to hit such a small target for a moment, so he raised his big foot and prepared to step down.

The rag doll raised its hand and wrote the three characters "Xu Wenwu" on the banner, and the steel puppet suddenly stopped its movements, then collapsed with a bang and disappeared.

This was the last opportunity, so several cultivators jumped onto the platform regardless. As a result, the doll kept writing names on the banner; whoever it wrote, that person would fall, without exception.

This strange doll's ferocious power was too great, and for a time, no one dared to take the stage to die. Thus, the chaotic battle on the dueling platforms came to an end, and twelve challengers were decided.

At this time, "Western Sword Saint" Li Ye looked around, taking in the situation in the arena.

In this great battle, Little Wei Yuan naturally relied on the convenience of the home field to open a door of convenience for himself, using immortal spiritual energy to create Dao soldiers, and letting everyone in the Fighting Saint Pavilion out to play for a round. Naturally, before the last round, everyone was either defeated or retreated, leaving quietly without occupying the final candidate quota; otherwise, the result would have been hard to say.

It was just that Little Wei Yuan always felt that the consumed immortal spiritual energy was a bit much, as if he hadn't just kneaded five Dao soldiers. But no matter how carefully he checked, he didn't find anything unusual.

In this assembly, even the cultivators of the Primordial Palace had people who chose to deliberately hide their strength, deliberately avoiding the immortal manifestation candidates, and choosing to fight on the dueling platforms instead.

Part of the reason was that they could fight many more matches to hone their own dueling abilities; for example, Feng Tingyu deliberately hid her strength and failed to be selected as an immortal manifestation candidate simply because she wanted to find someone to fight.

Another reason was that some people didn't want others to associate their manifestation with themselves, such as that scorched-edge black jade banana tree, Lan.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Little Wei Yuan wouldn't have dared to believe that Fairy Linglan had actually turned black to this extent. But there was no doubt that this scorched orchid several zhang high was terrifyingly strong at this time; even a Night-Walking Orchid Immortal could use violence to swing people around.

It was just that no matter how strong the scorched orchid was, Xu Henshui didn't want people to know that this was his immortal orchid, so he covered his face the whole time, not even revealing his eyes.

According to the schedule, the next step was to challenge the immortal manifestation candidates. Cultivators who obtained the challenge qualification could freely choose an immortal manifestation candidate as an opponent, and the immortal manifestation candidate could not refuse.

This round of dueling would be held one match at a time, with one match finishing before the next. And after an immortal manifestation candidate had been challenged once, they would have to wait until all immortal manifestation candidates had been challenged before they could be challenged again, so as to avoid a wheel battle.

As Princess Ningguo announced the start of the dueling, Li Ye's figure flashed, and he arrived at the central great dueling platform. He said to the scholar disciple of the Duke of Yansheng who was building a cottage: "'Western Sword Saint' Li Ye, here to learn from your Excellency's Daoist arts!"

"It is the Orthodox Law of the Confucian School!" a scholar corrected, while stepping onto the dueling platform.

After taking the stage, he wore a cold sneer, looking Li Ye up and down, and said: "You think that having a prototype of a cave heaven makes you invincible in the world? Today I will let you, a frog in a well, see what is called a Supreme Sage Immortal Treasure!"

The scholar pointed with his sleeve, the cottage manifestation reappeared, the beautiful red-sleeved attendant reappeared, and then she gracefully brought a chair, a tea table, and served a bowl of fragrant tea for the scholar, working without complaint, which made all the young male cultivators feel a secret heartache.

The scholar pushed aside the tea leaves with the bowl lid, took a light sip, and then said: "Please bring out the Sub-Sage's holy treasure!"

The beautiful red-sleeved attendant brought the book box and placed it in front of the scholar.

The scholar coughed lightly, washed his fingertips in a jade basin, wiped them dry with a clean white towel, and then slowly opened the book box.

As the lid was moved away, a pillar of light shot straight into the sky! In the pillar of light was an old man, sometimes writing furiously, sometimes frowning in deep thought. Knowledgeable people exclaimed on the spot: "This is the residual divine thought of the Sub-Sage! This treasure is extraordinary!"

The scholar naturally heard it, his smile became more obvious, and he stood up and bowed three times to the book box, so the brightness of the pillar of light increased by three points, and immortal music sounded.

Little Wei Yuan, incarnated as Li Ye, stood by, quietly watching him perform.

Although Little Wei Yuan felt that this amount of time was enough to stab him to death seventeen or eighteen times, as the saying goes, the longer the foreshadowing, the more ruthless the big move. Now this scholar was doing the foreshadowing for Little Wei Yuan, and the effect was much better than Little Wei Yuan's own foreshadowing.

The scholar finally took out the ancient book from the box. Holding the ancient scroll in his hand, he suddenly gave Little Wei Yuan a strange smile and said: "I have been waiting for you to sneak attack, but you were actually able to hold back and not make a move; I have to look at you with new eyes. It's a pity..."

Little Wei Yuan asked knowingly: "Pity what?"

The scholar said calmly: "You already have a prototype of a cave heaven, and you have realized the 'One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws' that Senior Xihe relied on to roam the world; you should have shone brilliantly and become famous throughout the world! But it's a pity that you shouldn't have chosen me as your opponent. Many years later, perhaps you will go further than me, but when people talk about this battle, they will only remember that I defeated you."

These words had deep meaning, and Little Wei Yuan's heart was clear; his identity should no longer be a secret.