“Number eighty-four.”
The Blue-Robed Disciple beside him cursed, “Did he go to give birth?” He looked back even more frequently.
“Number eighty-five!”
The Blue-Robed Disciple stood up, then sat down, sat down and stood up again, stood up and sat down.
The Disciple competing on stage was about to have a result.
The Blue-Robed Disciple suddenly leaned over to Qian Duoduo and whispered, “Junior Brother, my opponent didn’t come. Will you accompany me on stage for a bit later?”
Qian Duoduo was overjoyed, but he deliberately showed a troubled expression, “Is that okay?”
“It’s fine, this happens often. It’s called a temporary match-up.”
Seeing him nod, Xia Shangfeng had Qian Duoduo put his Spiritual Awareness into the number slip to complete the re-matching for the competition. When matching, Qian Duoduo saw that the Blue-Robed Disciple’s name written on the slip was Xia Shangfeng. Of course, Xia Shangfeng also knew then that Qian Duoduo was Jin Buhuan.
“Wait, Senior Brother, you are Qi Condensation Level Five, and I am Qi Condensation Level Four.” Qian Duoduo suddenly remembered this problem.
Xia Shangfeng chuckled, put his right arm around Qian Duoduo’s shoulder, “It’s only one level difference, it’s fine. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t let you lose too badly.”
“This Senior Brother is not honorable. He saw I was Qi Condensation Level Four early on, and still pulled me into this match? He’s specifically looking for a Junior Brother to abuse.” Qian Duoduo smiled bitterly to himself. He had walked right into it, and now his shoulder was tightly gripped by this Senior Brother, so he probably couldn’t run even if he wanted to.
However, he was a Blue-Robed Disciple and still used a wooden sword, a Mortal Weapon. Qian Duoduo wanted to know what his strength would be when they competed on stage later, and if he could win against his Golden Rooster Sword.
Seeing Qian Duoduo not speak, Xia Shangfeng thought he was already scared stiff. He whispered into Qian Duoduo’s ear, “If you take a number and don’t show up, you’re fined two thousand. If you take a number and don’t compete, you’re fined one thousand. Since you saved me a thousand, I won’t let you get injured.”
Qian Duoduo flipped the number slip over, and indeed, this rule was written on the back. “I can accompany you, but you have to agree to one thing.” Qian Duoduo thought for a moment and spoke.
“Tell me.” Xia Shangfeng tapped his right hand, probably singing a happy song in his heart.
“When it’s my number ninety-eight, you accompany me too.”
The tapping on his shoulder stopped. Xia Shangfeng looked at Qian Duoduo as if he were an idiot and blurted out, “You want me to hit you twice?”
“It’s us fighting twice. Otherwise, I’ll also be deducted money.” Qian Duoduo perfectly displayed the look of someone who cherished money.
Xia Shangfeng’s mouth curved upwards, “Alright, you’re loyal, and I’m also particular.”
He put his Spiritual Awareness into Qian Duoduo’s number slip, also completing the competition matching.
“I—”
“You are Jin Buhuan, the former Inner Sect Xiong Jun.” Xia Shangfeng’s right hand started tapping a cheerful rhythm again, “To think that the former Xiong Jun actively asked me to abuse him twice, I’m happier than earning ten thousand gold coins.”
Suddenly, Qian Duoduo’s heart churned more rapidly than the Mengyuan River. He should have realized that Jin Buhuan was a famous person in Mengyuan Mountain, and many people should know him. His actions in the Gold Vault, in the eyes of those people, would be how childish, how pitiful, how ridiculous!
However, they might have long been accustomed to it; what floats on the river today might sink to the bottom tomorrow. What about being an Inner Sect Disciple, what about being Xiong Jun…
Qian Duoduo’s shoulder suddenly tightened. “It’s our turn to go on stage.” Xia Shangfeng dragged Qian Duoduo up and pulled him onto the stage.
As soon as they went on stage, there was a commotion below. The martial arts arena usually held competitions between Cultivators of the same level; it was extremely rare for Cultivators of different levels to compete, as each level difference represented a significant gap in strength.
Xia Shangfeng, with a righteous expression, cupped his fist towards Qian Duoduo. Qian Duoduo quickly returned the salute, then rapidly retreated three steps.
Forming a hand seal, Xia Shangfeng pointed sharply at Qian Duoduo. A wooden sword flew out like a bolt of lightning, carrying a powerful momentum, heading straight for his throat.
This speed was much faster than Huang Guiren’s. Qi Condensation Level Five was indeed much stronger than Qi Condensation Level Four.
Goosebumps immediately appeared on Qian Duoduo’s throat. He hurriedly jumped a few steps to the right. The wooden sword brushed past his left shoulder, scaring Qian Duoduo into a cold sweat down his back.
The wooden sword made a circle and returned to Xia Shangfeng’s front.
“Junior Brother is indeed formidable, please enlighten me.” Xia Shangfeng smiled, his left leg bent forward, his right leg stretched back, and with a sword seal, the wooden sword darted towards Qian Duoduo again.
Steadying his mind, Qian Duoduo extended his Spiritual Awareness, clearly grasping the wooden sword’s attack trajectory. While sidestepping, Qian Duoduo formed a hand seal and pointed. The Golden Rooster Sword flew out, blocking in front of the wooden sword.
“Clang,” the two swords collided, letting out a loud bang. Xia Shangfeng was startled and quickly recalled his wooden sword.
His wooden sword was a mid-tier Mortal Weapon, a bit better than Huang Guiren’s, but not by much.
In this collision, Qian Duoduo’s Golden Rooster Sword only retreated a little, while Xia Shangfeng’s wooden sword retreated two or three feet.
Qian Duoduo’s heart completely relaxed; Qi Condensation Level Five was nothing more than this.
This loud bang caused an even greater commotion below the stage.
“A golden sword, he’s using a golden sword!” Many people exclaimed. A golden sword was a Magic Treasure of an Inner Sect Disciple. And Inner Sect Disciples were at least Condensing Qi Stage Level Seven.
Xia Shangfeng seemed to have accidentally wet his pants, his face flushing then turning dark, then dark then turning pale, and even the wooden sword in front of him became somewhat unstable.
The wooden sword moved twice, then stopped again. In Qian Duoduo’s eyes, Qian Bufeng now looked a bit like a Spirit Chicken, originally wanting to peck a small worm on the ground, but with one peck, it found the small worm had turned into a large snake.
To peck or not to peck, that was the question. To fight or not to fight, that was also the question.
However, for Qian Duoduo, who was the great snake in his eyes, there was no problem. Qian Duoduo took a step forward, and Xia Shangfeng subconsciously took a step back.
Qian Duoduo took another step forward, and he sidestepped. The two of them circled on the high platform like a revolving lantern.
A chorus of boos erupted from below the stage. Both those watching and those waiting to go on stage couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
Xia Shangfeng gritted his teeth, and the wooden sword swept up a white light, striking down towards Qian Duoduo’s head.
Qian Duoduo channeled his Spiritual Qi and held the Golden Rooster Sword in front of him.
“Clang,” there was another loud bang. The Golden Rooster Sword remained motionless, while the wooden sword bounced back over three feet high.
The audience below roared with laughter. Even a fool could see that the situation was unfavorable for Xia Shangfeng.
Xia Shangfeng’s face flushed red. The wooden sword, like a spiritual snake, sank to the stage surface, silently moving behind Qian Duoduo, then suddenly accelerated, stabbing towards Qian Duoduo’s back.
Qian Duoduo’s Spiritual Awareness had already detected the wooden sword’s movements. The Golden Rooster Sword, neither too early nor too late, blocked the wooden sword’s inevitable path.
“Clang,” a loud bang echoed behind Qian Duoduo.
Xia Shangfeng’s face turned pale. The wooden sword frantically attacked from different angles, but each time Qian Duoduo anticipated it and easily blocked it.
“You cheated.” Xia Shangfeng panted heavily, roaring softly at Qian Duoduo, “You’re not Qi Condensation Level Four at all, you’re playing with me.”
“If I tricked you, could I trick the Elder?” Qian Duoduo retorted. Every move in the martial arts arena was secretly monitored by a dedicated Elder of the sect. Otherwise, during competitions, if Cultivators got red-eyed, they could easily act recklessly, and anything could happen.
“You won against me with a Magic Treasure, that’s an unfair victory.” Xia Shangfeng found another excuse.
“I don’t mind if you use a higher-tier Magic Treasure, as long as you can wield it.” The Golden Rooster Sword circled Qian Duoduo’s body, like an obedient eagle.
Light breeze and gentle clouds, allowing you to soar as you please.
And Xia Shangfeng’s slightly trembling wooden sword was the Spirit Chicken under the eagle’s talons.
“I concede.” Xia Shangfeng retrieved his wooden sword, jumped off the high platform, and was about to run away.
“Don’t leave! There’s still one more match. If you leave, you’ll be fined.” Qian Duoduo shouted loudly at him.
Xia Shangfeng instantly froze.
