89: Chapter 89: A Complete Defeat to Ji Youying, the Three-Year Agreement Comes to an End

"Cultivating the Dao" knows no years; over a year of time has quietly slipped away.

In the Immortal Cave on Saintess Peak, a specially made, super-large bed has been added.

It is solidly built with a sturdy structure, remaining motionless even under the most intense movements, and spacious enough to accommodate five people sleeping peacefully.

Ye Xiaoyao and his four Dao Companions—Liu Yunshuang, Ji Chanxi, Fu Hongxue, and Song Yu—sometimes separate to Cultivate quietly or talk, and sometimes gather in one room, inseparable.

Under the careful conditioning of the four Dao Companions in turn, the Pure Yang Qi within Ye Xiaoyao circulates smoothly; not only has it failed to accumulate into a problem, but it has become even purer than before.

He has never slackened in his Cultivate; on the contrary, he has seized this Opportunity of Yin and Yang harmony to advance his cultivation rapidly.

Now, the Sixth Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art has reached Perfection!

The bones and flesh throughout his body are like divine iron tempered a thousand times, his blood and Qi surge like a great river, and with every gesture, there is immense power.

His cultivation has also successfully entered the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, his spiritual power thick and solid, and it seems he is only one suitable Opportunity away from the Golden Core path.

He has exceeded the goal he set over a year ago.

Tomorrow is the day of the three-year agreement duel with the Saint, Ji Youying.

Tonight, the five of them are gathered together.

Liu Yunshuang leans against Ye Xiaoyao's side, her hair like a waterfall, and asks softly:

"Husband, how is the refinement of the Purple Light Bowl I gave you last time going? Is it easy to use?"

Ye Xiaoyao holds her soft hand and smiles:

"Shuanger, rest assured, I have completely refined that Purple Light Bowl.

Although it consumes a great deal of power to activate with my current cultivation, it is more than enough to hold out for ten moves.

You ladies do not need to worry."

Hearing this, the last trace of concern on the four women's brows fades away.

Fu Hongxue leans on his other side, her bright face full of trust:

"Husband possesses the Pure Yang Sacred Body and has mastered such a formidable Body Refining Cultivation Technique as the Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art, so he will definitely be safe tomorrow."

Song Yu and Ji Chanxi also nod repeatedly, their eyes filled with unreserved confidence in him.

The next day, the area around the Sect's competition stage is crowded with people.

Almost all the free Elders and Disciples have come, wanting to see with their own eyes how this Junior Brother Ye, who has risen to fame in recent years and is said to be highly favored by the Sect Master, will withstand ten moves from the Saint.

More people have come to watch the mismatched spectacle of a "Foundation Establishment versus Core Formation" duel.

Liu Yunshuang, in her capacity as Sect Master, personally presides over this competition; no one thinks it inappropriate, only regarding it as the Revered Master's attention to her Disciple.

Ji Chanxi naturally stands on Ye Xiaoyao's side, her beautiful eyes full of encouragement.

Song Yu and Fu Hongxue also stand by as Senior Sister Ji Chanxi's peers, their expressions calm, though their gazes remain fixed on the figure in green robes on the stage.

On the side of the Saint, Ji Youying, there are also many Elders and Disciples supporting him, currently emitting bursts of sneers.

"He dares to challenge the Saint at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage? He truly doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"It would be a feat if he could even take one move!"

"I think he's just relying on the title of the Sect Master's Disciple to attract attention, right?"

The vast majority of spectators shake their heads inwardly; how could the chasm between Foundation Establishment and Core Formation be easily crossed?

Even if it is only ten moves, in their view, there is absolutely no way Ye Xiaoyao will be able to leave unscathed.

On the competition stage, Ji Youying, dressed in luxurious Saint robes, stands with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking down with disdain.

He looks at the calm Ye Xiaoyao opposite him, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc, his voice not loud, but clear enough for those in the front row to hear:

"Ye Xiaoyao, if you admit defeat now, cripple your own cultivation, and crawl out of the Yin Yang Sect, this Saint can spare your life.

Otherwise, fists and feet have no eyes on the competition stage, and you know the rules; no one can intervene.

If I accidentally kill you, it will be your own doing.

Have you thought it through?"

His words seem to offer a choice, but in reality, they are vicious.

If Ye Xiaoyao were truly frightened into admitting defeat, not only would his Dao Heart be damaged, but he would also be disgraced and become a laughingstock.

If he insists on the duel, he has an excuse to kill him by "accident."

Ye Xiaoyao seems not to hear the murderous intent in his words, simply smiling and cupping his hands:

"Saint, I am well aware of the rules. Please make your move."

A cold light flashes in Ji Youying's eyes, and he curses inwardly:

"Court death! Last time I hired people and couldn't kill you, this time I have to do it myself!"

He says no more, his figure moving slightly, and he has already attacked.

The first move does not use full strength, just a solid golden palm print struck from the air, intended as a probe, yet carrying the pressure of a Core Formation Cultivator.

Ye Xiaoyao does not dodge, his thoughts shifting, and a soft purple halo emerges in front of him, quickly condensing into a phantom of an ancient Purple Light Bowl, protecting his whole body.

The golden palm print slams into the purple light, emitting a muffled, thunderous sound; the purple light ripples but holds steady, and Ye Xiaoyao beneath the bowl does not even move the corner of his clothes.

"Hmm?"

Ji Youying frowns slightly; the strength of this Magic Treasure exceeds expectations.

There is also a light gasp from the audience.

The second move, the third move...

Ji Youying gradually increases his force; finger wind, fist shadows, and sharp Sword Qi strike the Purple Light Bowl one after another, exploding into clusters of dazzling light, with air waves spilling out, blowing the clothes and hair of the people below the stage.

But that purple bowl is like a reef in the sea, unmoved by the fierce wind and waves.

What shocks Ji Youying even more is that Ye Xiaoyao is not just relying on the Magic Treasure to withstand the blows.

Whenever there is a gap in the attacks, or when the Magic Treasure bears the main impact, Ye Xiaoyao's physical blood and Qi boil, with faint golden light circulating, dissolving the residual tremors transmitted through the Magic Treasure into nothingness.

Ten moves pass, he looks as usual, his breathing is steady, and he has not even moved his feet a single bit!

"This... he really took it?"

"What kind of Magic Treasure is that purple bowl? It's so sturdy!"

"Junior Brother Ye's Physical Body is also incredibly strong; he can actually completely withstand the recoil force?"

The spectators below change from their initial mockery and watching for fun, gradually becoming surprised, suspicious, and finally whispering in disbelief.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator taking ten moves from a Core Formation Cultivator without injury simply subverts their understanding.

The four women, Ji Chanxi and the others, look at each other and smile; everything is within expectations.

Ji Youying's face is now so gloomy that water could drip from it.

He stares fixedly at Ye Xiaoyao, who has retracted the Purple Light Bowl and is only slightly panting, his shock far greater than anyone else's.

The high grade of that Purple Light Bowl, the vastness of Ye Xiaoyao's spiritual power, and especially that absurdly strong Physical Body... all make him feel that things have completely slipped out of his control.

Ye Xiaoyao pauses to regulate his breath, raises his eyes to look at Ji Youying, his smile still calm, even carrying a bit of playfulness:

"Saint, ten moves have passed. According to the agreement, our business is concluded. However..."

His tone shifts, and a sharp light flashes in his eyes.

"I have benefited greatly from the Saint's ten moves. Courtesy demands reciprocity. I wonder if the Saint... is willing to take one move from me?"

As soon as these words are spoken, the whole arena is in an uproar!

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator not only took ten moves from a Core Formation Cultivator, but also dares to take the initiative to challenge and ask the other party to take one move from him?

What kind of self-confidence, or rather... what kind of arrogance is this?

Ji Youying's pupils shrink.

He instinctively wants to refuse; as a dignified Saint and Core Formation Cultivator, how can he lower his status to take a move from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?

But under the gaze of everyone, if he refuses, it will spread that "the Saint was afraid of a strike from a Foundation Establishment Martial Nephew," and what face would he have left?

He is riding a tiger and can't get off.

He can only suppress the surging anger and a trace of inexplicable unease in his heart, and say coldly:

"Fine! Let this Saint see what capabilities you have!"

Ye Xiaoyao says no more.

He takes a deep breath, and the dormant Pure Yang Power within him awakens like a giant Dragon, roaring to its Peak!

His blood and Qi surge, and there is a faint sound of wind and thunder emerging from his body.

He does not use any Magic Treasure or Talisman, simply stepping heavily on the stage with his right foot, shooting out like an arrow off a bowstring, his speed so fast that it leaves an afterimage in the air.

In the blink of an eye, he is close to Ji Youying, his right fist clenched, without any fancy moves, striking straight at the opponent's abdomen.

Where the fist passes, the air emits a sharp, unbearable screeching sound, and the scorching, fierce Pure Yang Power condenses at one point, its light contained, yet emitting a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.

Ji Youying wants to dodge sideways, but under everyone's gaze, the pride of a Saint makes him forcibly stop the thought of avoiding.

He gives a low shout, his spiritual power surging wildly, laying down layers of dazzling protective spiritual light outside his body, while crossing his arms in a hasty block.

In the end, he underestimates this punch, underestimates the terrifying explosion of power from the Pure Yang Sacred Body, and even more, underestimates the ultimate physical strength brought by the Sixth Revolution of the Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art.

"Crack—!"

A crisp, teeth-aching sound of shattering rings out.

That seemingly sturdy protective spiritual light shatters like glass the moment it touches the fist.

Ye Xiaoyao's fist, with irresistible force, breaks through the spiritual light, knocks aside the blocking arms, and lands solidly on Ji Youying's Dantian Qi Sea.

"Puff—!"

Ji Youying's eyes bulge, the color drains from his face instantly, and a mouthful of bright red blood sprays out, drawing a tragic arc in the air.

His whole body flies backward like a kite with a broken string, crossing a distance of several tens of meters, and smashes heavily onto the bluestone ground under the competition stage.

He rolls several times before barely stopping, curling up his body, unable to get up for a moment.

Silence.

The entire competition arena is silent, not even a pin drop can be heard.

Everyone has their mouths wide open, eyes widened, staring blankly at Ye Xiaoyao on the stage, who has retracted his fist and whose breath is gradually calming down.

And looking at the Saint, Ji Youying, who is spitting blood and struggling to get up under the stage.

Foundation Establishment Late Stage, one punch blows away an Early Stage Core Formation!

If not seen with one's own eyes, who would believe it?

"A... a Prodigy!"

"Junior Brother Ye's physical strength is simply comparable to that eldest son of the Wang family from the Northern Plains who has the potential for Soul Transformation!"

An Elder with white hair and beard takes a long time to find his voice again, murmuring, his eyes full of shock.

Many Elders with sharp eyes are even more shocked in their hearts, secretly guessing that Ye Xiaoyao must possess some extremely rare and powerful special Physique or Heaven-Defying Opportunity, otherwise it would be impossible to have such combat power.

Ji Chanxi cheers, turns into a fragrant breeze and flies onto the competition stage, holding Ye Xiaoyao's arm, smiling like a flower.

She then turns her head to look at Ji Youying, who is being helped up by two Elders with complex expressions, her pretty face serious, her voice clear but carrying incomparable determination:

"Saint Ji, the three-year agreement is over, the victory or defeat is decided.

From now on, the matter between me and Ye Xiaoyao has nothing to do with you.

If you dare to pester again, or play tricks in the dark..."

A cold light flashes in her beautiful eyes.

"I, Ji Chanxi, will fight you to the death!"

Ji Youying feels a sharp pain in his chest, his blood and Qi churning, and hearing these words makes him so angry that he almost spits out another mouthful of blood.

His face is gray, his lips trembling.

But under the gaze of countless people, especially feeling the indifferent but hidden pressure of Liu Yunshuang's gaze from the high platform.

He can only suppress his full belly of resentment, squeezing a few words through his teeth:

"Fine... This Saint... will remember this!"

Thus, the sensational three-year agreement comes to a complete end with an ending that no one expected.

Ye Xiaoyao returns to the Immortal Cave on Saintess Peak with the four women, a heavy stone in his heart finally landing, feeling indescribably relaxed and happy.

"Tonight, we must celebrate for Husband!" Fu Hongxue's eyebrows curve.

"Don't stop until we're drunk!" Song Yu is also rarely lively.

Liu Yunshuang nods with a smile, and Ji Chanxi has already started to prepare spirit wine and delicacies.

Inside the Immortal Cave, the lights are warm, and the fragrance of wine permeates.

The four women sit around Ye Xiaoyao, smiling brightly, raising their glasses frequently, their eyes full of pride and admiration.

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere becomes increasingly amorous.

As the four women's eyes shift, the way they look at Ye Xiaoyao gradually changes.

It is a look mixed with love, celebration, and a more straightforward desire.

Ye Xiaoyao touches his nose and smiles bitterly:

"Ladies, today's competition consumed a lot of energy from This husband; at this moment, I am afraid... the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."

Ji Chanxi giggles, leans close to his ear, her breath like an orchid:

"Husband~, today is a joyous occasion, we should enjoy it to the fullest.

Anyway, there is nothing important tomorrow, so it's time to... relax and enjoy it properly."

She deliberately emphasizes the word "relax."

Song Yu also blushes and echoes in a small voice:

"Yes, Husband, let us... condition you, relieve your fatigue?"

Liu Yunshuang smiles without a word, and Fu Hongxue directly reaches out and pulls his sleeve.

The four women exchange glances, smiling, but with a tacit understanding of being determined to win, slowly approaching him.

Ye Xiaoyao looks at the four Dao Companions in front of him, each with different charms, but equally beautiful.

Looking at their wolf-like and tiger-like eyes, he shakes his head helplessly and smiles, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender:

"Alright, alright, ladies, hold on...

This husband will go and make you some spirit noodles to eat. Only after you are full... will I have the strength to celebrate, right?"

Although he says this, his eyes are full of tenderness and laughter that cannot be melted.

The laughter and joy in the Immortal Cave, accompanied by the intoxicating, warm atmosphere.

It continues until very late, very late...