702: Chapter 702 Small Circle!

A tenth-grade True King masters Rules; an eleventh-grade True Emperor masters Laws.

Rules and Laws—a difference of a single word, yet worlds apart.

Rules are the application of the power of heaven and earth, while Laws are the understanding of the Dao of heaven and earth.

Rules are the lower level of Laws, and Laws are the higher level of Rules.

The power of Laws is indeed too difficult for them to comprehend at their current level.

Their Sword Dao Foundation is not yet deep enough, their Martial Dao cognition is not yet mature, and their spirit world is not yet stable.

Forcing oneself to comprehend the power of Laws at this time is like a child who has just learned to walk trying to run a marathon—not only will they fail to reach the finish line, but they will also end up bruised and battered.

If one is not careful, they could easily be led astray and embark on a flawed path of the Sword Dao.

"Thank you, Peak Master."

The Sword Dao Disciples expressed their gratitude one after another.

Peak Master Jian Wuya waved his hand and said nothing more.

He turned around and, with a sweep of his hand, collected the enlightenment sword bamboo.

The sword bamboo transformed into a streak of green light and vanished into his body.

The Sword Dao Laws permeating the air also dissipated along with it.

Immediately, the area returned to tranquility once more.

Peak Master Jian Wuya and Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan stood quietly, waiting for the other Disciples to recover from their injuries.

Time passed slowly, and the injuries of the Disciples were gradually healed.

Huang Jiuli's Phoenix True Fire was still flickering, Su Qingwan's aura gradually stabilized, and Yue Qing's complexion regained its rosiness...

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet and peaceful.

Once the Disciples' injuries had recovered, Peak Master Jian Wuya gave a wide sweep of his hand.

Countless strands of Sword Intent shot out from his hand, enveloping all the Disciples present.

In the next moment, everyone's vision blurred.

The surrounding scenery began to shift; the vast square, the silvery space, the starlight of Sword Intent filling the sky... everything receded.

In their place appeared the ceiling of the main hall, stone pillars, and the jade floor.

Once their vision cleared, the figures of several people appeared within the main hall.

Over a dozen Disciples stood below; Qin Yan, Huang Jiuli, Lin Ruoxi, Long Aotian, Feng Wuji, Su Qingwan, and Beichen Xing—these seven stood on the left side of the hall.

Senior Sister Luo Qinghe, Li Tianxing, Xiao Han, Yue Qing, Bai Wuchen, Shi Potian, and Lie Feng—these seven stood on the right side of the hall.

The fourteen people were lined up on both sides.

The two heavyweights, Peak Master Jian Wuya and Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan, stood in mid-air.

The two stood side by side, their robes fluttering gently in the wind.

Their gazes swept over the Disciples below.

"This competition has concluded."

Peak Master Jian Wuya spoke, his voice echoing through the hall.

"I will briefly announce the results of the battles."

"On Fighting Arena One, Long Aotian versus Senior Sister Luo Qinghe; Senior Sister Luo Qinghe wins."

"On Fighting Arena Two, Lin Ruoxi versus Li Tianxing; Lin Ruoxi wins."

"On Fighting Arena Three—Su Qingwan versus Yue Qing; Su Qingwan wins."

"On Fighting Arena Four—Qin Yan versus Xiao Han; Qin Yan wins."

"On Fighting Arena Five—Feng Wuji versus Bai Wuchen; Feng Wuji wins."

"On Fighting Arena Six—Huang Jiuli versus Shi Potian; it is a draw."

"On Fighting Arena Seven—Beichen Xing versus Lie Feng; Lie Feng wins."

As Peak Master Jian Wuya's voice fell, the hall lapsed into a brief silence.

The gazes of Huang Jiuli and Su Qingwan both turned toward Qin Yan simultaneously.

Those looks were somewhat unusual.

Both of them had only learned the results after Qin Yan, as their battles had ended later than the one on Fighting Arena Four.

Therefore, they had not personally witnessed the battle between Qin Yan and Xiao Han.

Both had naturally assumed that Qin Yan had lost.

After all, the gap between possessing Supreme-grade Spear Intent and not possessing Spear Intent was far too vast.

Yet now, Peak Master Jian Wuya had personally announced—Qin Yan wins.

This result was somewhat unbelievable to both of them.

Meanwhile, those from Diluo Valley looked dejected upon hearing the results.

Out of seven battles, Taixuan Holy Land had four wins, two losses, and one draw.

On their side, only Senior Sister Luo Qinghe and Lie Feng had won, while Xiao Han, Li Tianxing, Yue Qing, and Bai Wuchen had lost.

With Shi Potian's draw, out of seven people, they only had two victories.

Before coming here, they were full of confidence, believing that even the Disciples of a Holy Land would be no match for them.

They were the strongest generation of Prodigies from Diluo Valley in ten thousand years, possessing four owners of Supreme-Grade Intent and various powerful trump cards and methods.

In their view, although the East Courtyard of Taixuan Holy Land was also a gathering of Geniuses, at most they would be evenly matched, or perhaps even slightly inferior to them.

As it turned out, reality had dealt them a resounding slap in the Face.

This disparity was difficult for them to accept for a moment.

"The primary purpose of this competition was not to vie for supremacy, but to engage in a friendly exchange."

Peak Master Jian Wuya's voice rang out in the hall once more, his sharp eyes sweeping over the Faces of the dozen or so Disciples below, his tone a bit softer than when he announced the results. "Tonight, a Friendship Gathering will be held on Wan Jian Peak. At that time, both sides can exchange ideas and share insights, serving as a perfect conclusion to this competition."

His meaning was clear—the competition was over; the fighting was done, and the losses were settled. From now on, they should stop treating each other as enemies.

They were all young, and the road ahead was long; making a friend was always better than making an enemy.

Seeing this, several Disciples spoke up one after another, "We understand, Peak Master."

Their voices were uneven—some sincere, some perfunctory, and some listless.

But regardless, they had to maintain Face.

Hearing this, Peak Master Jian Wuya and Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan glanced at each other and nodded slightly.

Then, the two figures vanished from the area.

Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan's trip was not solely for the purpose of having the Disciples engage in an exchange with Taixuan Holy Land.

For something like an Exchange Competition, he could have easily competed with other forces within the Yuan Realm—the Yuan Realm was home to many super forces and countless Prodigies, so finding opponents was not difficult.

Why bother traveling ten thousand miles across domains to come to Taixuan Holy Land?

He had another important purpose for this trip—to gift the emperor fall token to Taixuan Holy Land.

The emperor fall token was the key to entering the Land of Emperors Fall.

The Land of Emperors Fall—the place where a twelfth-grade Great Emperor had fallen—contained endless Opportunities and Legacies.

Spirit Medicines, spirit ores, Cultivation Techniques, Martial Skills, Divine Abilities, Legacies... everything one could imagine was there.

Every time it opened, it would attract countless Prodigies.

Diluo Valley was the controller of the Land of Emperors Fall.

Every time the Land of Emperors Fall opened, Diluo Valley would distribute emperor fall tokens to various major forces.

Taixuan Holy Land was naturally one of them.

And now, the Land of Emperors Fall was set to open in just a few months.

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After the two heavyweights left, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became subtle.

A faint, perceptible distance remained between the Disciples of Taixuan Holy Land and those of Diluo Valley, with a clear divide between them.

No one took the initiative to break the silence, nor did anyone move closer to the other side.

After all, both sides had just fought a major battle, with winners and losers, joy and sorrow. At such a time, how could they approach each other to talk?

Those who lost were in a bad mood, and anything those who won said would sound like boasting.

This was not a pleasant time for an exchange.

The Disciples of each force gathered in groups of twos and threes, forming their own small circles.