83: Chapter 83, Match 2: Sikong Qianluo versus Ximen Chuixue!

Everyone else was in one tier, while Li Hanyi stood alone in a tier of her own.

Now, Ji Ruofeng only wanted to release the liangyu list as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once Li Hanyi made a Breakthrough into the Carefree Heaven Realm, it would be inappropriate for her to remain on the liangyu list.

She would likely ascend directly to the "guanjue ranking."

Thinking of this, he unconsciously looked towards Su Rui.

This Martial Arts Hall Master had, by his own strength, overturned the entire landscape of geniuses in Northern Li.

It wasn't just this competition in Snow Moon City; his Disciples almost swept all the top positions.

He feared that the liangyu list would also be largely occupied by Disciples from his Sect.

Fortunately, the number of people on the list was for him to decide.

He could appropriately increase the number of slots.

Ji Ruofeng knew in his heart that once the list was announced, the threshold of the martial arts hall would likely be trampled by geniuses from all sides.

Not only would the young experts of Northern Li flock there, but the prodigies of other nations would likely come to challenge as well.

After all, this was a martial arts hall and did not restrict whether a Disciple already belonged to another group.

All decision-making power rested in the hands of this young Martial Arts Hall Master.

Thinking of this, Ji Ruofeng's gaze fell upon Xu Weixiong and Wang Yuyan, then turned to look at Ximen Chuixue, Xing Hun, and the others waiting for the next round on the stands.

He had long heard that these people had gone to the martial arts hall to seek learning, but in the end, very few truly entered the Sect.

Even Xu Weixiong, who had once triggered a Lightning Tribulation, was only a Named Disciple.

Such a high threshold, and yet Xu Weixiong was actually willing to accept it.

Moreover, from her expression, there didn't seem to be any dissatisfaction or reluctance.

Being able to make such a Genius stay so willingly, Ji Ruofeng even began to consider whether he should try himself to see if he could become a member of the martial arts hall.

In the crowd, a disguised Murong Fu stared at Li Hanyi's heroic posture and Mu Liangyue's skills in the field, a coldness leaking from his eyes.

He had once tried to join the martial arts hall, but that Hall Master hadn't even given him a direct look.

The Master had even exposed his identity on the spot, causing his schemes to be completely shattered before they could even begin.

Out of desperation, he could only choose to join forces with the Demonic Cult.

Murong Fu blamed Su Rui entirely for his current necessity of joining the Demonic Cult.

For a selfish person like him, making such an attribution was only natural.

His gaze followed the figures of Li Hanyi and Mu Liangyue, finally landing on Wang Yuyan—who was right beside Su Rui.

The current Murong Fu even felt resentment toward this former younger cousin of his.

Things she could obtain so easily, yet he couldn't even get through the door?

Seeing the peerless sword casket on Wang Yuyan's back, a strong sense of jealousy ignited in Murong Fu's heart.

He had witnessed the power of that sword casket with his own eyes.

The power displayed in the hands of the City Lord of Wushuang City could be called astonishing.

Although it was vulnerable before the Martial Arts Hall Master, Murong Fu understood that it was only because the Hall Master was too strong, not because the City Lord of Wushuang City lacked strength.

Even if his father were still alive, he could probably only barely fight to a draw with the City Lord of Wushuang City.

Now, this divine Sharp Weapon was being easily carried on Wang Yuyan's back.

If it were him, with an Aptitude that didn't lose to anyone, he would naturally be able to Master it as well.

Recalling the role he played in this operation, a sharp glint flashed in Murong Fu's eyes.

His mission was to strike immediately after the Gu Xu Grand Formation was activated, intercepting and killing the young experts gathered in front of the martial arts hall.

Murong Fu did not decline this mission; instead, he was somewhat excited.

As for Wang Yuyan, if there was a chance to run into her, he would take the peerless sword casket by the way.

Sparing her life would already be considered the final mercy from him, her cousin.

At the thought that after he made his move, the families of those geniuses would point their spears at the martial arts hall, a hint of pleasure appeared in Murong Fu's eyes.

He unconsciously let out a burst of cold laughter, causing the people around him to frown and move away.

Murong Fu noticed the anomaly and immediately withdrew his smile, retreating into the crowd.

Before the plan officially began, he still had to hide his identity well.

Watching the figures of Li Hanyi and Mu Liangyue flying back from the air, Scholar Sword Immortal Xie Xuan and the others all showed expressions of appreciation and envy.

This appreciation was not only because the two had achieved extraordinary things at such a young age, but also because their future was bright; as long as no accidents occurred, surpassing them was only a matter of time.

“Li Hanyi's Sword Intent is born of nature. Once she steps into the Carefree Heaven Realm, she will likely have the strength to aspire to the Great Carefree Realm. It truly makes one emotional!” Xie Xuan sighed, and recalling his own age and current cultivation, he actually felt a bit of shame in his heart.

When everyone heard Xie Xuan's words and saw his expression, they were speechless for a moment.

If even you, a Sword Immortal, say so, then haven't those of us who have lived for decades lived in vain?

Furthermore, a sword dao Prodigy like Li Hanyi is a rare find in a hundred years.

And now in the martial arts hall, there is also the even younger Sikong Qianluo showing her brilliance.

Looking at this momentum, in a few years, there will likely be another existence not inferior to Li Hanyi.

Add to that the young girl carrying the sword casket—everyone had seen her open the peerless sword casket with thirteen sword lights appearing at once. That kind of talent was likely not below Li Hanyi's either.

Why did so many geniuses emerge all at once?

Xie Xuan, the Head of the Wen Family, and the others all turned their gazes toward Su Rui at the same time, unable to help but sigh deeply.

Then, they secretly blamed their own Disciples for being disappointing.

Not even one could manage to join the martial arts hall.

Among them, several Disciples' talents were also extremely outstanding, yet they failed to pass the martial arts hall's selection.

The Aptitude of these Disciples was clear to any discerning eye, not inferior in the slightest to Su Hongxi, Su Ziyi, and the others.

However—

The Confucian Sword Immortal, the Head of the Wen Family, and the others were suddenly stunned, their gazes falling on the several young women beside Su Rui.

Although these women had different appearances, they were all peerless and stunning.

Looking at each other, a flash of realization crossed their eyes.

So that was it!

Each of them was so excited they slapped their thighs.

But Su Rui was completely unaware of this, totally not knowing what these people had misunderstood.

He looked at Li Hanyi, who stood before him with a normal expression, and then at Mu Liangyue, whose expression was somewhat ashamed.

Mu Liangyue lowered her head, her face almost buried in her chest.

“Alright, Hanyi's current strength is indeed a bit stronger than yours, but the potential of the Da Geng Sword Formation does not stop there.

Concentrate on your Cultivation. Once you can control twelve green bamboo bee cloud swords, I will teach you the method of using thirty-six Flying Swords!”

Thirty-six Flying Swords?

Not only did the women beside Su Rui show expressions of surprise, but the people around who were secretly pricking up their ears to eavesdrop also felt a shock in their hearts.

Mu Liangyue's sword formation of "Sword Qi into threads" was already amazingly powerful; once her own cultivation level rose, its power would reach another level.

But now it seemed there was even a stronger follow-up!

“When you are able to set up a seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud sword formation, no one will be able to break it unless they are a Nascent Soul expert.

Do not let down my expectations!”

As Su Rui's voice fell, everyone was stunned.

A Nascent Soul expert?

As soon as Su Rui spoke, he also realized he had let something slip.

What Nascent Soul experts were there in this world? He could only wave his hand, signaling Mu Liangyue to return to the group.

“Teacher, what Realm exactly is the Nascent Soul Realm?”

Sikong Qianluo asked at just the right time!

The eavesdroppers around all gave her a thumbs-up in their hearts, their ears almost reaching up to the sky.

Looking at the curious Sikong Qianluo, Su Rui let out a soft sigh.

“The Nascent Soul Realm is a Realm for cultivators. It is said that once one enters it, their lifespan can reach a thousand years, their magic power is divine, and they can overturn rivers and seas, move mountains and fill oceans, being omnipotent.”

As soon as his voice fell—

Not only were the young women beside Su Rui like Sikong Qianluo shocked, but even the people eavesdropping nearby widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

Overturning rivers and seas, moving mountains and filling oceans?

Isn't that a legendary Immortal?

At this moment, everyone became even more curious about Su Rui's identity.

What exactly was his background?

If these words had come from someone else, they would have just taken it as an absurd joke and laughed it off.

But how could a person like Su Rui talk nonsense?

The shadows of great Buddhist and Taoist Sects like Qingcheng Mountain and Hanshui Temple appeared in many people's minds.

It was said that these Sects hidden many Taoist secret techniques and Buddhist sutras, perhaps there were records concerning this kind of cultivation Realm.

Many people had already begun to make plans in their hearts—once this matter of the Demonic Cult's eastern expedition was settled, they must personally go and investigate clearly.

They didn't harbor the delusion of being able to enter the Nascent Soul Realm, but even being able to live for another hundred years or so was enough to make people flock to it.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng looked at each other.

The two of them had extraordinary cultivation, so they naturally heard everything clearly.

In their hearts, they simultaneously thought of the City Lord of Xueyue City, Li Changsheng—that figure who was almost no different from an Immortal.

It was said that Su Rui's newly accepted Master had already lived for over a hundred years and had left countless legends in the Jianghu.

But even so, it was still a far cry from the Realm Su Rui described.

And Li Changsheng, who was hiding in the shadows, was also so shocked at this time that he was speechless.

Does such an existence really exist?

The strongest person he had seen in his life was none other than his own Master—that Senior with an Immortal air and Taoist bones, yet even he was far from what Su Rui said.

“Since Su Rui dares to say so, maybe he really has mastered some Cultivation Techniques that lead to the Immortal path!”

Thinking of his many years of cultivation, Li Changsheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

“The second match, Sikong Qianluo vs. Ximen Chuixue!”

While everyone was still savoring everything Su Rui had said, Sikong Changfeng had already stood up, announced the result of the first match, and immediately followed by announcing the list for the second duel.

It was indeed Sikong Qianluo facing Ximen Chuixue.

As the words fell, Sikong Changfeng's expression was slightly worried.

He knew his daughter's abilities well.

Recently her strength had progressed by leaps and bounds, probably more than dozens of times stronger than before.

But Ximen Chuixue was not to be underestimated either, especially that heartless sword dao, which even Baili Dongjun couldn't help but praise.

“What, worried about your Qianluo?”

Baili Dongjun spoke meaningfully, his expression somewhat unusual.

“Yes! Qianluo is still young; compared to Ximen Chuixue, she's probably about ten years younger. Right now on the stage, I'm afraid she'll find it hard to contend!”

Sikong Changfeng sighed softly and spoke slowly.

“What if she gets hurt?” Sikong Changfeng's gaze was fixed on Sikong Qianluo, who had jumped down from the air and landed lightly, his voice full of worry.