Chapter 136 - 133 The Battle of the True Disciples

Chapter 136: Chapter 133 The Battle of the True Disciples"Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture?" Upon hearing these words, Ye Xuan’s eyes also lit up slightly. After all, this Martial Arts technique held an enormous reputation within the Yang Hall, known to almost every Disciple, yet very few had managed to comprehend it to date. Even the most outstanding senior brother of the Yang Hall had a hard time just entering the threshold, not to mention progressing further, which seemed like a pipe dream. Although Ye Xuan had already mastered the Great Sword Scripture, which was almost equally incomprehensible to everyone else, it was impossible to say he had no thoughts about this pinnacle technique of the Yang Hall. "That’s more like it, otherwise, this old guy would have been too stingy." Ye Xuan curled his lips, thinking that there was no rush to cultivate the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture just yet. After all, haste did not bring success, and with the difficulty of the Thunder Scripture, even if he started learning it, mastering it would not be accomplished overnight. Moreover, he had yet to discern the final move contained in the Great Sword Scripture. If he eagerly tackled the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture now, there was a very good chance he would struggle with both. The current priority was to heal his injuries and then understand the third secret technique of the Great Sword Scripture. As for the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture, it wouldn’t hurt to put it aside for now. This Golden List mission, for Ye Xuan, was also a life-and-death trial. After this trial, his potential had been further stimulated, and he felt that the distance to forming the Martial Arts Golden Core seemed to have significantly decreased. In the following days, Ye Xuan focused on recuperating, utilizing not only the plentiful pills left by Murong Yun but also a series of quickly formulated Spiritual Medicines for rapid wound healing and energy replenishment. This allowed him to restore his body to a nearly good state in just four to five days. This injury was different from the one he sustained at the Panlong Mountain. That time, he had resorted to the Blood Demon Body Sacrifice Skill, draining a massive amount of his lifeblood, while this time, he had merely depleted his True Qi and sustained some internal and external injuries. Although severe, it was nothing compared to his previous ordeal. Once his injuries were almost healed, Ye Xuan resumed his normal life. What he had done before, he continued now, spending most of his time in the small woods next to his residence, immersed in pondering the third move of the Great Sword Scripture. Two days passed like this, and on the third day, Ye Xuan had a visitor. It was his neighbor, Xiang Qing, who joined the Heavenly Martial Hall with Ye Xuan as a new Disciple. "Ye Xuan, hurry and come with me, or you’re going to miss a great show." Xiang Qing came bustling over and pulled Ye Xuan away as if in a hurry, seemingly something urgent. "What great show?" Ye Xuan was taken aback, his mind filled with considerations of sword techniques until Xiang Qing’s sudden appearance disrupted his thoughts. However, he was also curious about what the ’great show’ Xiang Qing mentioned was, to warrant such excitement. "You’ll know when we get there." Without elaborating further, Xiang Qing made his way directly to the central area of the Heavenly Martial Hall. Seeing his demeanor, Ye Xuan didn’t ask any more questions. Since it was said to be a great show, he might as well take a look. Besides, he had hit a bottleneck in his Cultivation. Going out and seeking some inspiration wouldn’t hurt. The Heavenly Martial Hall was extremely vast, with the Qiankun Yin Yang Four Halls each occupying a huge area. In the center, aside from the main hall, there was a vast square. Usually, this place was quiet, bustling only when significant events took place. Right now, the atmosphere in that vast square was explosive, with a sea of people and intermittent noise of chatter mixed with cheers. By the time Ye Xuan and Xiang Qing arrived, the square was teeming with a crowd. Upon Ye Xuan’s arrival, many eyes landed on him. After all, Ye Xuan had gained some fame in the Heavenly Martial Hall, first with his victory over Yuan Hao, then by ruthlessly beating Wen Ziyu. These events had greatly promoted his name. As for the recent slaying of the Yama Ghost General, that was kept under wraps, known only by a few such as Murong Yun, and possibly the upper echelons of the Heavenly Martial Hall. For Ye Xuan, with his current strength, there was no need to publicize it widely. On the contrary, causing a commotion could bring trouble to Ye Xuan. But this worked out perfectly, as Ye Xuan wasn’t interested in showing off. Often, the more one stands out, the more risk one must bear. Although Ye Xuan feared nothing, no one likes unnecessary trouble. "Wan Luo, brother, it’s this guy! He made me lose face in front of everyone not too long ago and I’ve been unable to lift my head since." From the other side of the crowd, a sharp, mocking voice suddenly rang out. The speaker was a young man dressed in red robes with somewhat androgynous attire. If Ye Xuan saw this person, he would undoubtedly recognize him immediately. This unisex attire, outside of Wen Ziyu, I fear no one could don it with such individuality. "Rest assured, once the competition on stage ends, I’ll go challenge him. I’ll trample him underfoot before everyone, avenging you. I just hope he dares to accept the challenge." The one referred to as Brother Wan Luo was a young man about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, dressed in a green long robe. His eyes were small but frequently flickered with a cold light, giving others an uneasy feeling. His gaze fell on Ye Xuan, also quickly brimming with disdain. "I’m grateful to Brother Wan then. Don’t worry about this; the kid is arrogant enough—he’ll definitely accept the challenge." Wen Ziyu’s eyes were fixed on Ye Xuan, followed by a cold laugh. Did this rotten kid think it was all over after getting beaten up badly? How could he be content after being humiliated by Ye Xuan last time? "A mere Yang Hall disciple, not even giving face to Senior Sister Ling, I’ll make sure he learns his lesson later." Wan Luo held his sword with both hands, posing with an air of superiority, looking down on Ye Xuan. He was one of the top competitors among the Yin Hall disciples, ranked immediately after Ling Qianxue. As a True Disciple below only her, his prowess was not something that the likes of Yuan Hao and Wen Ziyu could compare to. He was also one of Ling Qianxue’s admirers. Although he knew his chances were slim, upon learning that Ye Xuan had slighted Ling Qianxue, he decided to teach Ye Xuan a lesson, to show this new disciple how to behave. Adding the matter of Wen Ziyu, this fight was inevitable. At this moment, Ye Xuan, who had just arrived at the square, was still unaware that he had become a target. Their attention was directed to the high platform in the middle of the square, where two silhouettes were locked in a tense standoff. One of them, with an ethereal and exquisite countenance, black hair cascading like a waterfall, dressed in white, appeared untouched by worldly dust. On that beautiful face, devoid of emotion, she looked indifferently at her opponent. Such peerless beauty and rare grace could belong to none other than Ling Qianxue. Even seeing her for the second time, Ye Xuan couldn’t help but be dazzled upon first encountering her. This woman truly stood out from the ordinary, enough to cause the downfall of nations. His gaze lingered on Ling Qianxue for a moment, then fell on the figure opposite her. There stood a black-clothed young man carrying a great sword, his hands resting behind his back, his eyes sharp and cool, extremely cold even in the face of Ling Qianxue, devoid of any fluctuations in emotion, his murderous aura naturally emitting. "Who is this person?" The moment Ye Xuan saw the black-clothed youth, his eyes brightened slightly. The air around this person was starkly different from that of other Sect Disciples—like a fierce lone wolf in the grasslands, possessing a distinctly dangerous aura. This person was definitely a formidable character. "You’ve noticed this guy is no ordinary character, huh..." Xiang Qing’s face grew serious next to him. "He is the true disciple of Kun Hall, Leng Ruofeng!" The solemn voice informed Ye Xuan, who nodded with understanding, "So he’s a true disciple of Kun Hall. No wonder he’s qualified to stand on the same stage as Ling Qianxue." The forthcoming battle between these two was clearly a contest between true disciples, no wonder it had attracted so many Disciples to watch. Witnessing a peak contest between the young generation of Heavenly Martial Hall was a rare occurrence indeed. "This Leng Ruofeng is a true battle maniac. It’s said that he was initially an outer hall disciple, but through relentlessly undertaking missions and vigorously training, challenging stronger disciples within the Sect, he transformed from an outer hall disciple into one of the four major true disciples. Ruthless enough for you?" Xiang Qing whispered into Ye Xuan’s ear. "Indeed quite ruthless." Ye Xuan nodded, sensing the fierce determination in Leng Ruofeng from first glance. Now hearing from Xiang Qing, he realized Leng Ruofeng was indeed remarkable. The difficulty and effort involved in evolving from an outer hall disciple to a true disciple were beyond most people’s imagination. "As for Senior Sister Ling Qianxue, her situation is almost the opposite of Leng Ruofeng’s. She’s the disciple with the highest talent in our Heavenly Martial Hall. The quality of her Martial Arts Golden Core is extremely high, rumored to be gold with hints of purple. And at twenty, she’s a Martial Sect Master, a talent unprecedented among past disciples of Heavenly Martial Hall. She’s definitely going to win this match," said Xiang Qing, gazing at the figure in white on the stage, his eyes inevitably filled with admiration. Within Heavenly Martial Hall, aside from a few, nearly no disciple could ignore Ling Qianxue. Of course, that few included Ye Xuan. "It’s interesting. Ling Qianxue might win, but even if she wants to, it won’t be easy." Ling Qianxue’s talent was indeed extremely high, a twenty-year-old Martial Sect Master with a high-quality Golden Core—these were enough to impress even Ye Xuan. Just by comparing strength, Ling Qianxue had at least an eighty percent chance of winning, but real battle is more than just a comparison of strength. High combat power doesn’t necessarily translate to high performance. For this duel, Ling Qianxue’s chances of victory were probably around sixty percent.