39: Chapter 39 is the second talisman sword of the Daoist Li Yang Sect!

But in mid-air, her breath hitched, and her figure became slightly unstable.

Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng was about to stand up to help.

However, a strand of blue Internal Energy wrapped around her waist like a ribbon, gently pulling her towards Su Rui.

Sikong Qianluo stumbled and fell into Su Rui's embrace.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes widened, and his expression shifted slightly.

Su Rui slowly injected a thread of True Qi from the Sacred Heart Art into Sikong Qianluo's body. A moment later, she felt the sense of exhaustion inside her gradually recede.

"Master, I won!"

Sikong Qianluo straightened up, a smile on her face, though her complexion was still somewhat pale.

"Good, your Master knows you tried very hard."

Su Rui gently stroked her head, signaling Li Hanyi to give her some support from the side.

She still needed some time to regulate her breathing and recover.

The surrounding crowd exchanged glances.

Truly formidable; another young girl with astonishing Aptitude in the way of the spear.

Although the brilliance of this move did not surpass the previous "Moon Dusk, Flower Dawn".

Many people present felt the exquisite nature of her spear technique, which could be called reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

It could even influence the surrounding Qi field.

An old man secretly observing from the shadows let out a low sigh.

Such rare, fine material, and he took her as a Disciple.

The one feeling envious was Li Changsheng.

As a peerless expert who had lived long enough, he had taken many Disciples over time.

This time, although he had spread the word, it was only to find a suitable successor for Snow Moon City.

But when he saw the Aptitude of Li Hanyi and Sikong Qianluo, his heart could not help but stir.

Genius with such potential was not common.

He had seen many outstanding talents in his life, but very few were this exceptional.

However, envy was envy.

He also knew clearly that these two had already taken someone else as their Master.

And that Su Rui...

Li Changsheng felt that he was truly somewhat unfathomable.

His cultivation Realm could be seen through at a glance.

But the last time he felt a sudden impulse and went to investigate, that streak of Sword Intent had startled him greatly.

When the Sword Intent pierced through the sky back then, he had already sensed that sharpness.

But at that time, it was not aimed at anyone.

And when he personally felt the ferocity of that Sword Intent, he was completely unsettled.

He was confident that he had seen countless experts in his lifetime.

But he had never seen such terrifying Sword Intent.

It seemed not to belong to this world.

Thinking of this, a notion faintly arose in Li Changsheng's heart.

When his cultivation was shallow in his youth, he once heard his Master say that in the past, powerful figures from beyond the heavens had descended upon this Realm.

It was just that now that he had lived this long, he had never heard anyone mention this matter again.

"Could this Su Rui be the descendant or successor of such a Master?"

Li Changsheng muttered to himself.

Of course, mere speculation held little meaning, so he once again turned his gaze towards the dueling arena.

Although Sikong Qianluo's performance was still dazzling, with Li Hanyi's "Moon Dusk, Flower Dawn" preceding it, this match did not cause a huge sensation.

At this moment, a new situation appearing on the dueling platform drew everyone's attention.

The youngest boy present actually released an Aura that caused the atmosphere of the entire arena to change drastically.

Xing Hun's eyes widened roundly, his pupils flashing with a strange purple light.

He raised both arms, his hands trembling slightly in front of him, his fingertips twitching faintly.

On the platform around him, the others moved stiffly as if they were Puppets, their expressions dull.

Each of their movements was bizarre, their joints bent backward, making people's scalps tingle.

Like a Puppeteer controlling his dolls, he drove them to attack the people around them.

The bizarre postures and unpredictable attack methods made it impossible to defend against.

There was an uproar among the watching crowd, with much discussion.

Sikong Changfeng also frowned.

This technique was indeed somewhat sinister.

Controlling the actions, and even the life and death, of others.

It was as if treating people as consumables.

However, Xing Hun seemed to still remember Sikong Changfeng's warning before the competition began, so although the people under his control moved strangely, their lives were not in danger.

It was just that after the competition ended, many would likely need a long period of recuperation.

"This is the 'Yin-Yang Puppet Technique' of the Great Qin Yin-Yang School."

Su Rui looked at the bizarre scene, his brow slightly furrowed.

Seeing Sikong Qianluo's face full of confusion, he explained:

"The Great Qin has numerous strong figures among the Hundred Schools of Thought, and the Yin-Yang School is particularly mysterious.

The strength of several Elders is not weak, and their leader, Donghuang Taiyi, is unfathomable."

"Unfathomable? Is he stronger than Master?"

Qianluo couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Don't exaggerate Master too much; Master is only at the same Realm as you are now."

Su Rui said with a smile.

Sikong Qianluo was stunned, then pouted.

Another perfunctory answer!

Whoever believes it is naive.

"This Donghuang Taiyi is extremely mysterious; very few people have actually seen him. As for his strength, this Master cannot say for sure."

Su Rui said with a smile, looking at Sikong Qianluo's pouting expression.

"Master truly has extensive knowledge!"

Yin Luoxia's eyes showed a trace of admiration.

Not only was he powerful, but he was also extremely low-key.

Being low-key was one thing, but the key was that his understanding of various regions was too profound.

Even Snow Moon City knew very little about the Great Qin Dynasty.

After all, the land in the past was plagued by strife among the seven kingdoms and constant warfare.

And the founding of Great Qin was only a recent event.

Snow Moon City naturally did not know much about it.

Not just Snow Moon City, other places were probably similar.

He never expected Master to be able to narrate it so smoothly.

"Well, I won't be modest about that!"

Su Rui smiled.

He had already grasped the overall situation of this world.

It appeared to be a great melting pot where various forces intersected.

In some minor details, he might not be as clear as the locals.

But in terms of overall cognition of the major powers, Su Rui was confident no one could surpass him.

"However, this Yin-Yang School probably isn't that simple."

Li Hanyi spoke up.

"Not entirely."

Su Rui waved his hand.

"The Yin-Yang School originated from the Dao School. Pushing back a few hundred years, they were originally one lineage with the Dao School, only developing separately later due to differences in philosophy."

So they originated from the Dao School!

The three girls nodded upon hearing this.

The techniques of the Dao School were indeed profound and vast.

"There is one more person on the field who has ties to the Dao School. Have you noticed?"

Su Rui asked with a smile, intending to test the observational skills of his three Disciples.

Upon hearing this, all three cast their gazes towards the lower arena, observing carefully.

After a short while, their sight fell upon a young girl dressed in Confucian robes.

A girl wearing Confucian robes should have looked out of place.

But she wore them with extreme naturalness.

The sword in her hand appeared ordinary, yet faint, mysterious patterns could be seen engraved upon it.

"Could it be her?"

Yin Luoxia asked with some doubt.

"Master, is it her?" Sikong Qianluo asked while shaking Su Rui's arm and pointing at the girl.

"You have some insight."

Su Rui nodded slightly.

"But isn't she a Confucian School Disciple? That set of Confucian robes cannot be faked."

Yin Luoxia could not help but voice the doubt in her heart.

"The sword in her hand is the Second Talisman Sword of the Liyang Sect of the Dao School."

Su Rui explained, and only then did the three girls understand.

Liyang was located north of Northern Li, rumored to be full of Masters.

They never expected someone from there to have come to Snow Moon City this time.

Just then, the third victor emerged.

Ximen Chuixue's sword light was like lightning, resembling a long rainbow the color of snow.

In an instant, over ten people were defeated by him.

On the platform where he stood, there was no one else left standing.

Some had fallen off the stage, others lay heavily injured on the ground.

Sheathing his sword, Ximen Chuixue's expression was normal, and he gracefully leaped off the stage.

Following that was Mu Liangyue.

She skillfully combined the Dream Butterfly Formation and the Fire Charm Technique. Although she couldn't defeat enemies in one move, combined with the Ascending Immortal Steps of Unrestrained Will, she maintained an invincible position.

As her figure danced, the gazes of everyone on the stage became hazy, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

Shortly after Ximen Chuixue won, Mu Liangyue became the fourth victor.

Subsequently, the Su Sisters also won in succession.

The three girls leaped down lightly and stood behind Su Rui.

Su Rui once again became the focus of everyone's attention.

People became increasingly curious about his identity.

In the audience seats, Su Muyu, the umbrella-wielding ghost, looked at Su Rui, then glanced at the three girls, before returning her gaze to the arena.

Xing Hun seemed to have had enough fun.

On the platform where he was, everyone was controlled by his Yin-Yang Puppet Technique.

Seeing that people were winning one after another, he simply controlled his opponents to jump off the stage directly.

Although this action showed exceptional talent, it also caused many people to frown.

This boy was indeed extraordinarily gifted, but his conduct was a bit too arrogant.

Rumble!

Thunder rolled forth.

The Talisman Sword in Xu Weixiong's hand hung in mid-air, actually attracting heavenly lightning.

In an instant, lightning permeated the entire arena.

The vast majority of people instantly lost their fighting ability.

Only two people managed to barely resist, but they were also immobilized.

"To actually be able to attract heavenly lightning, is this the power of a Talisman Sword?"

Sikong Qianluo was full of surprise.

"It is indeed extraordinary."

Li Hanyi nodded gently.

To be able to provoke heavenly lightning—everyone knew the might of heavenly lightning. They just couldn't distinguish whether the person was stronger or the sword was superior.

The three girls, Mu Liangyue, were quite interested.

After inquiring about the reason, Sikong Qianluo repeated what Su Rui had said earlier.

Only then did the three girls feel relieved.

"Those two should be Yue Ji and Underworld Marquis, two rising assassins in the Jianghu. Rumor has it they are inseparable. I didn't expect them to appear here this time!"

Yin Luoxia looked at the Jingwu Platform where the duel was still ongoing and spoke slowly.

"Perhaps they each have their own motives."

Su Rui naturally knew the background of these two.

The Underworld Marquis's entire clan was annihilated, yet he had lost the memory of that night.

And the real perpetrator was his current Master.

However, the Binding Robe Sword and the Giant Golden Saber did not encounter strong enemies this time and both emerged victorious.

Following that, a name filled with Killing Intent drew attention—Ji Wuming.

This person's sword was extremely fast, every move aiming directly for a vital spot.

Among the contestants in this competition, his strength should be considered top-tier.

It was a pity that due to the rules, he was constrained in his movements.

Next was Song Yanhui from Wushuang City.

Although there was a bit of artificial stiffness, winning in such a free-for-all battle was not an issue.

And the last person to appear made Su Rui look at him a few more times.

That person looked disheveled, his clothes messy, and his face full of arrogance.

In his hand was a blood-red blade that emitted a strange red light when True Qi was infused, making it seem like an evil sword.

Although he won arduously and bore several wounds, his arrogant demeanor had not diminished in the slightest.

"Duan Lang?"

Su Rui murmured softly.