40: Chapter 40 Crushing

Eastern Wasteland.

Gu Sheng watched the departing back of Lu Chengfeng on the light screen and snapped his fingers with satisfaction.

One million Top-Grade Spirit Stones, converted into exchange points, is one billion.

This was a huge profit.

As for the method to save the Old Ancestor of the Lu family, he had just drawn a Heaven Rank Top-Grade Medicinal Pill, the "Nine-Turn Creation Pill," from his card draw.

This thing could even bring back the dead; repairing the Dao scars of a quasi-Saint was more than enough.

[Ding. Host, you really play this 'empty-handed white wolf' trick well. First scare people with a fake background, then manipulate them with real intelligence. Even this System has to look at you with new eyes.]

"Business is about emotional value." Gu Sheng turned off the light screen.

The reputation of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was thoroughly established today.

With Lu Chengfeng as a living advertisement, the major forces in the Central Province would soon gather like sharks smelling blood.

Footsteps came from outside the main hall.

Gu Sheng looked up.

Ji Ruxue walked into the main hall.

She wore a cyan Daoist robe, and her long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

The aura of her Foundation Establishment Great Circle was restrained to the extreme.

The crimson flame mark between her brows added a touch of eeriness to her cold temperament.

"Revered Master." Ji Ruxue bowed.

"Are you consolidated?" Gu Sheng asked.

"Yes."

"Tomorrow is the Sect tournament." Gu Sheng stood up and walked in front of Ji Ruxue.

"Tianxuan Peak only has you as a Disciple. Go and bring back the first place."

Ji Ruxue raised her head, her eyes calm.

"Disciple obeys."

To her, competing against a bunch of brats in Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment was simply child's play.

"Do not underestimate the enemy." Gu Sheng saw through her thoughts.

"Although the Piaomiao Holy Land is not considered top-tier, this tournament is not that simple.

I heard that a rare Heavenly Spiritual Root has appeared on the main peak, and the Holy Revered Master Mo Cangtian has personally taken them as a closed-door Disciple, investing quite a lot of resources."

Ji Ruxue did not speak.

In her eyes, a Heavenly Spiritual Root was no different from a Mortal root.

"Go. If you win, Revered Master will reward you heavily." Gu Sheng waved his hand.

Ji Ruxue withdrew.

Gu Sheng walked to the entrance of the main hall and looked in the direction of the main peak.

He had just received a System notification that the Luck value of the new Disciple Mo Cangtian had taken was soaring abnormally.

"System, check the background of that Heavenly Spiritual Root."

[Searching...]

[Target confirmed: Lin Tian.]

[Luck Rank: Purple (transforming into red).]

[Character Tag: Rebirth, Revenge Flow.]

Gu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Rebirth.

Interesting.

This Piaomiao Holy Land is really a talent market; first there was the ring old man, then the Empress Reincarnation, and now a Rebirth person has appeared.

"What was Lin Tian's cultivation in his previous life?" Gu Sheng asked.

[Previous life cultivation: Early Stage of Dao Integration Realm. Betrayed by brothers while fighting for an ancient treasure and died; a wisp of Soul took the treasure and was reborn into his youth. Current cultivation: Late Stage of Foundation Establishment.]

With the fighting experience of the Dao Integration Realm, plus the blessing of the ancient treasure.

Although Ji Ruxue is an Empress Reincarnation, she is currently only at the Foundation Establishment Great Circle, and she lacks suitable weapons and Cultivation Technique.

If they really fight, the outcome is hard to predict.

"It seems I need to get some equipment for Ruxue." Gu Sheng touched his chin.

He opened the System mall.

Twenty-nine million exchange points, enough to arm her to the teeth.

The next morning.

Main peak of the Piaomiao Holy Land.

The white jade square was crowded with people.

The triennial Sect tournament is the only way for Outer Sect Disciples to be promoted to Inner Sect, and for Inner Sect Disciples to compete for True Transmission.

Ten huge arenas were set up in the center of the square.

On the high platform, Mo Cangtian and the Peak Revered Masters sat down one by one.

Mo Cangtian was in a very good mood today.

In the shadow behind him stood a young man in black.

The young man had a firm face, and his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes and indifference that far exceeded his age.

Lin Tian.

This is Mo Cangtian's biggest trump card.

"Peak Master Gu hasn't arrived yet?" Li Changgeng looked around.

"Tianxuan Peak only recruited a Trash without even a Spiritual Root, what's the difference whether he comes or not?" Another Peak Revered Master sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking.

A sword light pierced through the air from the direction of Tianxuan Peak.

Gu Sheng stood at the front of the Flying Sword.

Xuan Kong stood beside him, smoking a pipe.

Ji Ruxue stood at the very back with her hands behind her back.

The Flying Sword landed steadily on the high platform.

The whole arena was quiet for a moment.

Mo Cangtian's eyes twitched when he saw Xuan Kong, and he hurriedly squeezed out a smile to greet him.

"Peak Master Gu, you are here. Please take your seat."

Gu Sheng was not polite and walked directly to the central position to sit down.

Mo Cangtian coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment and turned to look at the square below.

"The tournament begins."

The bell rang long.

Ten arenas opened at the same time.

Ji Ruxue drew the No. 3 arena.

Her opponent was an Inner Sect Disciple at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Tianxuan Peak, Ji Ruxue." Ji Ruxue stepped onto the arena and announced her name.

The Disciple opposite drew his long sword and sneered.

"I heard you are a Mortal body without a Spiritual Root? I advise you to get down yourself, lest swords have no eyes and hurt that pretty face of yours."

Ji Ruxue did not draw her sword.

She didn't even take a defensive stance.

"Too much nonsense."

Ji Ruxue raised her right hand.

She pointed her index finger into the air.

A crimson flame shot from her fingertips.

The flame swelled against the wind, instantly turning into a fire Dragon, opening its huge mouth to swallow the Disciple along with his sword.

"Bang."

The Disciple was knocked flying out of the arena by the fire Dragon, smashing heavily onto the stone pillar of the square, fainting.

Instant kill.

The area around the No. 3 arena was silent.

On the high platform, several Peak Revered Masters stood up abruptly.

"Foundation Establishment Great Circle?" Li Changgeng widened his eyes.

"How is this possible? A few days ago she was still a Mortal!"

Mo Cangtian was also stunned.

He turned to look at Gu Sheng, his eyes full of disbelief.

Gu Sheng picked up his teacup and blew the tea leaves away.

"Basic operation, don't be surprised."

Mo Cangtian didn't understand this sentence, but he understood the mockery in Gu Sheng's eyes.

The black-clothed youth Lin Tian stood behind Mo Cangtian, staring fixedly at Ji Ruxue on the No. 3 arena.

He had lived for hundreds of years in his previous life and had seen countless geniuses.

But that finger of Ji Ruxue just now, while seemingly an ordinary fire-type Spell, contained extremely profound application of Law.

That kind of control was definitely not something a teenage girl could possess.

"Interesting." A cold sneer curled up on the corner of Lin Tian's mouth.

His right hand quietly stroked a black, ancient ring on his left wrist.

Ancient treasure, heaven-swallowing ring.

"No matter what kind of fortuitous encounter you have. This first place can only be mine." Lin Tian snorted coldly in his heart.

The first round of the knockout tournament ended quickly.

Ji Ruxue won five consecutive matches, all with instant kills.

Lin Tian also won five consecutive matches.

He didn't even use a weapon, knocking all his opponents off the arena with only his physical strength.

The two entered the final showdown without any suspense.

No. 1 arena.

Ji Ruxue and Lin Tian stood opposite each other.

The sunlight shone on the arena, casting two long shadows.

"You are very strong." Lin Tian looked at Ji Ruxue.

"But you shouldn't have met me."

Ji Ruxue's eyes were calm.

"There is a smell of decay on you." Ji Ruxue said, her voice cold.

"Like you crawled out of a grave."

Lin Tian's expression changed slightly.

His Rebirth was his biggest secret; how could the other party see through it?

"Boastful." Lin Tian's eyes turned cold, and the aura of the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment erupted fully.

He stomped his feet and shattered the bluestone slab, rushing towards Ji Ruxue like a cannonball.

His right fist was wrapped in a layer of eerie black airflow.

That was the power of the heaven-swallowing ring.

It could swallow all spiritual power attacks.

Ji Ruxue stood still.

The flame mark between her brows began to burn.

Just as the two were about to collide.

Gu Sheng on the high platform suddenly spoke.

"Ruxue, catch."

A stream of light was thrown from Gu Sheng's hand, crossing more than half of the square, and landed precisely in Ji Ruxue's hand.

The light dissipated.

It was a long sword that was ice blue all over.

The air around the sword was surrounded by bone-chilling cold, and even the air around the arena formed frost.

Heaven Rank Low Grade Spiritual Artifact. frosty nine provinces.

This was what Gu Sheng spent two million exchange points to buy in the System mall last night.

The extremely Yang talent, paired with the extremely Yin frosty nine provinces, created an intersection of Yin and Yang that doubled the power.

Ji Ruxue grasped the hilt.

The sword made a clear Dragon roar.

She did not dodge Lin Tian's fist.

She drew her sword.

She slashed.

An ice-blue Sword Qi ten feet long, carrying a freezing cold that could freeze the Soul, collided head-on with Lin Tian's black fist wind.

The two forces collided violently in the center of the arena.

The violent spiritual power shockwave spread to the surroundings, and the Disciples nearby were knocked to the ground directly.

Mo Cangtian stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at the dust in the center of the arena.

The dust dissipated.

The audience was dead silent.

Lin Tian knelt on one knee, his right arm covered with a thick layer of ice, and blood dripped along the ice cracks.

His black airflow, which he was proud of, was completely frozen.

Ji Ruxue held the long sword, the tip of the sword pointing at Lin Tian's throat.

"You lost." Ji Ruxue's voice had no fluctuation.

Lin Tian gritted his teeth, a flash of madness in his eyes.

His left hand suddenly pressed on the heaven-swallowing ring on his wrist.

Since conventional means couldn't win, then use the trump card.

Even if the treasure is exposed, he cannot lose here.