Chapter 73: Then Can I Set Up a Formation?

“Yes, Master.”

Yang Hong responded, just about to leap out of the pavilion and rush to the arena, when Chen Qiang stopped him, saying, “Junior Brother Yang, let me go instead!”

Chen Qiang looked at Xu Zhengyang in surprise and said, “This Yan Wuchen really does have some ability.

Hong’er has just recently mastered a new Sect-Defining Technique.

Why not let him go test the waters?

If he can force out Yan Wuchen’s trump card, you’ll also be better prepared.”

“That would not be wise.”

Xu Zhengyang shook his head, pointing at Yan Wuchen in the arena.

“After defeating Ye Mingyu, Yan Wuchen has already seized part of the fortune.

His aura has become increasingly solid.

If we let him win a few more rounds, once his fortune links together into one whole, he’ll be even harder to deal with than now!”

As he spoke, Xu Zhengyang immediately stirred his Martial Dao True Qi and released the Azure Sky Crane Feather behind him.

His gaze burned as he stared at Yan Wuchen in the arena, confidently saying to Chen Qiang, “Junior Brother Yang is prepared, but I won’t fall behind either.

I want to see just what divine powers this so-called reincarnated cultivator has to withstand my strike!”

With that said, before Chen Qiang could reply, Xu Zhengyang’s Martial Dao True Qi suddenly erupted, his figure flashing like lightning as he shot straight toward the arena!

……

Around the arena, there was a thirty-times gravity restriction.

Even someone as strong as Ye Mingyu had been forced to slow his pace and carefully stabilize himself while passing through, in order to maintain his composure and dignity.

But Xu Zhengyang was different.

He charged toward the arena at full speed!

At the very instant Xu Zhengyang broke into the gravity restriction!

His Martial Dao True Qi surged violently, precisely counteracting the thirty-times gravity, allowing him to maintain his speed without the slightest reduction, his posture steady as he landed in the center of the arena!

As if the restriction did not exist at all!

After landing, Xu Zhengyang retracted the Azure Sky Crane Feather behind him, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at Yan Wuchen with a gaze full of disdain.

“Xu Zhengyang of the True Essence Sect.

I ask Junior Brother Yan for your guidance!”

The uninitiated saw only the spectacle, but the experts saw the true subtleties.

The elders and true disciples of the great sects saw that Xu Zhengyang not only charged through the thirty-times gravity restriction while maintaining his original speed.

Even his flying posture did not change in the slightest!

In the pavilion of the Azure Peak Sword Sect—

The Black Iron Sword Master, Chen Xingyu, saw this and his pupils contracted sharply.

“His control over Martial Dao True Qi… has already reached such a level?!”

Ye Mingyu, upon witnessing this, let out a bitter laugh.

“I had thought that by mastering the Nine Palaces Sword Formation this time, even if I couldn’t defeat Yan Wuchen, I could at least stand on par with Xu Zhengyang.

But who would have thought—though I’ve improved, Xu Zhengyang’s progress cannot be underestimated either…”

At this thought, a faint sense of discouragement rose in Ye Mingyu’s heart.

Encountering Xu Zhengyang and Yan Wuchen one after another, for the first time, he felt his persistence in the path of the sword waver…

At that moment—

Chen Xingyu’s eyes flashed like lightning.

Sensing Ye Mingyu’s Dao Heart becoming clouded, he let out a sharp shout like a sword cry reverberating through the air.

“Mingyu, do not give up on yourself!”

“Yes.”

Ye Mingyu came back to his senses, his expression firm.

“One who stumbles gains wisdom.

Today’s failure may become tomorrow’s gain.

When this matter is over, I will return to the sect and enter Sword Tomb in seclusion.

Until I break through Foundation Establishment, I will not emerge!”

“Good.”

Chen Xingyu nodded in satisfaction, then looked toward Xu Zhengyang in the arena.

“With such strength, it remains to be seen who will prevail between Xu Zhengyang and Yan Wuchen.

Mingyu, watch this battle carefully.

Regardless of who wins or loses, the rest are all enemies you must face on your road of the sword!”

“Disciple obeys!” Ye Mingyu said.

……

Meanwhile, in the center of the arena—

Yan Wuchen’s brow twitched ever so slightly upon hearing the words “Junior Brother,” a faint, ambiguous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Junior Brother?”

Xu Zhengyang circulated his Qi to his dantian, his voice echoing across the arena.

“A few days ago, Junior Brother Yan set up an arena at the Celestial Treasure Pavilion, declaring that whether it be martial skill, mystical arts, or even qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting—

As long as one could defeat you in any skill, you would gift them a Longevity Pill.

I merely beat you in a game of Go, yet you fled in panic.

I thought you were afraid of me and wanted to acknowledge me as your Senior Brother!”

As soon as Xu Zhengyang’s words fell, the crowd around the stone platform burst into discussions.

In that instant—

Xu Zhengyang noticed Yan Wuchen’s aura falter slightly, the fortune he had just gained from defeating Ye Mingyu collapsing in part!

Yan Wuchen was about to speak when Master Tai Su waved his hand from above, sending down a bottle of Soul-Nourishing Pills and a Yin Pearl before Xu Zhengyang.

“Nephew Xu’s sharp edge reminds me of the style of Master Xuan Yin in his prime.

As for which of you is superior…

Let strength decide.”

……

Yang Hong hadn’t expected Master Tai Su to actually intervene personally to resolve Yan Wuchen’s crisis, and he couldn’t help but curse, “Shameless!”

But Chen Qiang didn’t get angry.

He only cast Yang Hong a glance.

Casually taking another Breaking Formation Pearl delivered to his pavilion, he said, “He is a Golden Core True Master.

It’s fine to say such words at home.

But to speak so recklessly outside—if overheard, even as my personal disciple, you’d inevitably suffer a harsh punishment.”

“Yes, Master,” Yang Hong replied.

……

In the arena—

Xu Zhengyang refined the Yin Pearl, then stored the Soul-Nourishing Pill into his Jade Gourd, cupping his hands toward Master Tai Su.

“Thank you, True Master, for the treasures.”

As he spoke, Xu Zhengyang turned to Yan Wuchen.

“Earlier, when you fought Ye Mingyu, you deliberately allowed him to gather his full sword momentum before striking.

Do I receive the same treatment?”

Yan Wuchen arrogantly nodded.

“Of course.”

Xu Zhengyang blinked and continued, “But my move takes a long time to charge up.

Is that acceptable too?”

Yan Wuchen grandly waved his hand.

“By all means, take your time!”

Xu Zhengyang asked again.

“Then can I set up a formation?”

Yan Wuchen: “……”

He hadn’t expected Xu Zhengyang to be so shameless.

Allowing him the first strike—yet he wanted to set up a formation!

If he refused, it would appear as though he feared him, and the fortune he had painstakingly gathered would collapse again.

But if he agreed…

What if that brat pulled out a set of Tier 3 Array Disks?

How could he respond then?

Yan Wuchen was momentarily caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

At that moment—

Master Tai Su once again stepped in to resolve the crisis.

“As long as Nephew Xu’s formation does not rely on external objects and is solely powered by his own spiritual energy, then let him do as he wishes.”

Xu Zhengyang glanced at Master Tai Su in the sky.

“Of course it’s a formation powered entirely by myself!”

After all, Xu Zhengyang was still only at the Qi Refining stage and hadn’t yet condensed true magic power.

Just a mere Tier 1 formation.

Even if there were ten of them, what harm could they pose?

Yan Wuchen finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with confidence, “Brother Xu, feel free to arrange it.

I will be watching closely.”

“Refreshing!”

Xu Zhengyang slapped his Jade Gourd, pulling out a pile of messy items and scattering them on the ground.

“Then I won’t be polite!”

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