115: Chapter 115 Sparring

After receiving the transmissions, the top powers in each region reacted differently.

In the East Sea Dragon Palace, Dragon King Ao Yuan stood in the main hall, holding Ao Qin's Jade Slip transmission, his expression solemn.

Behind him, several Dragon Clan Elders stood with their hands down, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Suspected Red Dust Immortal."

Ao Yuan whispered these words, a flash of complexity crossing his eyes.

It had been a long time since there was any news of a Red Dust Immortal in the Xuanhuang World; more than a hundred thousand years had passed since the last trace of one appeared.

In the Central Region's Tianji Pavilion, Pavilion Master Baili Changkong sat in a secret chamber on the top floor of the library, holding the information Baili Qingfeng had sent back, remaining silent for a long time.

"Heaven Rank Intermediate deduction Cultivation Technique, complete version." He muttered, his eyes filled with shock.

Tianji Pavilion had a Legacy spanning hundreds of thousands of years and possessed no fewer than a hundred deduction Cultivation Techniques, but all those above Heaven Rank were incomplete fragments.

Yet in Kunlun, any random Disciple could obtain a complete Heaven Rank Intermediate deduction Cultivation Technique.

Baili Changkong took a deep breath, put away the Jade Slip, and looked toward the south.

"My deduction was indeed correct; Kunlun will be the turning point for Tianji Pavilion."

In the Northern Region's Ice and Snow Palace, Palace Master Fairy Bingyun stood at the peak of the ice and snow, a rare smile appearing on her cold, clear face.

"enlightenment tree, immortal Qi, Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique." She whispered, "Kunlun, could it really have been created by a Red Dust Immortal?"

After receiving the transmissions, the powers of each region reached the same decision without prior consultation: do not make an enemy of Kunlun unless necessary.

Kunlun's strength had been displayed vividly in that battle three months ago.

And now, judging from the news sent back by these Disciples, Kunlun's foundation was far deeper than what was shown in that battle.

Such a behemoth was not something any single power could provoke.

A month later, Kunlun Small World, Trial Square.

The morning sunlight pierced through the spirit mist, spilling onto the bluestone-paved square, illuminating the entire square.

Around the square, nearly a hundred new Disciples gathered, whispering to each other.

"Have you heard? The Sect Master's Personal Disciples are going to spar in the Trial Square today."

"The Sect Master's Personal Disciples? You mean that Lu Jinghan and Zhou Tianchen?"

"That's right! It is said that Lu Jinghan is the one who reached the seventh floor of the Nine Heavens Tower in the Purple Bamboo Forest, and Zhou Tianchen is the Prodigy who refined an Earth Rank Medicinal Pill with an Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivation at the Medicine King Valley Alchemy competition."

"These two are both ruthless people; I wonder how strong they really are."

Amidst the discussion, Ao Qin stood at the edge of the square with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on the two figures in the center of the square.

Beside him, Mu Qingxue was dressed in white, her cold, clear face filled with anticipation, while Baili Qingfeng waved his folding fan, his eyes full of curiosity.

Lu Jinghan stood in the center of the square, dressed in a black martial outfit, his posture as straight as a pine, with the Jinghan Sword slung across his waist; although the sword was not drawn, a biting chill emanated from it.

Opposite him, Zhou Tianchen wore green Daoist robes, his expression calm, holding a palm-sized bronze Pill Furnace in his hand—it was the qiankun furnace.

"Senior Brother, please." Zhou Tianchen said, his tone flat, yet carrying a hint of eagerness.

Lu Jinghan smiled slightly and said calmly: "Make your move."

Before the words faded, Zhou Tianchen moved.

His figure shot out like lightning, the qiankun furnace spinning rapidly in his palm, and a blazing golden flame gushed out from the furnace, transforming into a giant flame Dragon that bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it pounced toward Lu Jinghan.

Lu Jinghan's eyes sharpened; instead of retreating, he advanced. The Jinghan Sword was unsheathed, and an ice-blue Sword Qi cut through the Void Realm, colliding fiercely with the giant flame Dragon.

Around the square, nearly a hundred new Disciples held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two interlaced figures.

Ao Qin's pupils shrank slightly; he could feel that although Lu Jinghan's cultivation was only at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation, the power of that sword strike was comparable to the Late Stage.

That intensely sharp Sword Intent even made him, a Middle Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator, feel a sense of trepidation.

What shocked him even more was that Lu Jinghan's swordsmanship seemed to implicitly contain an indescribable dao rhyme, as if every sword strike was not just a sword, but the embodiment of some sort of Law of heaven and earth.

Mu Qingxue was also watching Lu Jinghan; she keenly sensed that Lu Jinghan's Cultivation Technique contained an extremely profound power.

That power did not seem like ordinary spiritual energy; it was more like some combination of time and space.

Baili Qingfeng did not speak, but the folding fan in his hand had long since stopped moving; his gaze shifted back and forth between Lu Jinghan and Zhou Tianchen, his eyes full of shock.

In the center of the square, the battle had entered a white-hot state.

Zhou Tianchen's hands continuously changed seals, and the flames in the qiankun furnace became increasingly intense; streaks of flame Sword Qi shot out from the furnace, pouring down toward Lu Jinghan like a rainstorm.

Lu Jinghan's expression remained unchanged, and he swung the Jinghan Sword repeatedly, causing ice-blue Sword Qi to collide with the flame Sword Qi, erupting with deafening roars.

"Senior Brother, be careful!" Zhou Tianchen shouted in a low voice, his hand seals changing abruptly.

The golden flame in the qiankun furnace suddenly retracted, transforming into a beam of light condensed to the extreme, shooting toward Lu Jinghan with a boom.

This attack, carrying the power of Earth Rank Alchemical Fire, was something even a Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator would not dare to face head-on.

Lu Jinghan looked impressed, and he traced an arcane arc with the Jinghan Sword in his hand.

"Late Twilight."

Above the sword blade, a silver-white light flashed and vanished; the moment the beam of light condensed to the extreme touched the silver-white light, it dissipated silently.

Zhou Tianchen's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly, but Lu Jinghan's sword had already reached his face.

The sword tip stopped three inches from Zhou Tianchen's throat, the sharp Sword Intent making Zhou Tianchen's skin sting slightly.

"I lost." Zhou Tianchen put away the furnace and retreated, shaking his head with a wry smile.

Lu Jinghan sheathed his sword and said calmly: "Your Alchemical Fire has already reached perfection, but your actual combat experience is still lacking."

Around the square, there was silence.

Ao Qin took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart; he considered himself a top expert among Middle Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators, but facing Lu Jinghan, he felt a sense of helplessness.

He hadn't seen that sword strike just now at all; that silver-white light seemed capable of freezing even time itself.

A hint of gravity appeared on Mu Qingxue's cold, clear face; her Ice Heart Spirit Body Technique excelled in speed, but Lu Jinghan's sword strike had already exceeded the bounds of speed.

Baili Qingfeng muttered to himself: "Is this the Sect Master's Personal Disciple?"

Those Loose Cultivators of ordinary backgrounds were even more dumbfounded at this moment; they had never seen such a brilliant duel before, and that sharp Sword Intent and that blazing Alchemical Fire made them yearn for every move and stance.

"Senior Brother is mighty!"

"Third Senior Brother is not bad either, that Alchemical Fire is too powerful!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd; everyone was deeply shocked by this sparring match.