Chapter 139 - 136: The Yin-Eroding Ghost Sword

Chapter 139: Chapter 136: The Yin-Eroding Ghost Sword"I’m not interested." As all eyes were focused on Ye Xuan, his response left the crowd somewhat taken aback. This guy was way too arrogant. "There he goes again, always the same with anyone he talks to." Having stepped down from the high platform, Ling Qianxue’s beautiful eyes also fell on Ye Xuan. Recognizing him instantly, he was the Yang Hall disciple who had brazenly stood up to her last time. An extremely arrogant person who thought nobody else worthy of notice. "Ye Xuan is quite interesting." Watching Ye Xuan’s casual demeanor, Leng Ruofeng raised an eyebrow. He had heard some rumors about Ye Xuan recently. A new disciple who had been in the sect for less than two months had made quite a name for himself in the Heavenly Martial Hall, which was no easy feat. "Hmph, if you don’t dare, just say so. ’Not interested,’ you think you’re worthy of saying that?" Wan Luo smirked coldly, his eyes brimming with frostiness. This kid dared to act tough in front of him? Did he not realize who he was up against? "It’s not that I don’t dare," Ye Xuan touched his nose, then replied with some indifference, "it’s just that you’re too weak." "Figures." Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Ling Qianxue’s hand also pressed against her forehead. This guy really knew how to infuriate someone. In the square, for a moment, there was a collective astonishment. Many people had intriguing expressions on their faces. Wan Luo too weak? As a top disciple of the Yin Hall second only to Ling Qianxue, Wan Luo’s strength could hardly be considered weak. In fact, aside from the four True Disciples, there were very few who could confidently say they were stronger than Wan Luo. However, what they didn’t know was that in the eyes of Ye Xuan, who had slain the Yama Ghost General, stating such a thing was not surprising at all. "Ha ha, I’m weak?" Being directly called weak by Ye Xuan to his face, Wan Luo was initially stunned but then burst into loud laughter, his face suddenly darkening. Even the four True Disciples had never called his strength into question, and here was a mere Yang Hall disciple saying he was weak? This was unbearable. "Since you think I’m weak, why not have a match? It won’t take much effort on your part, don’t you think?" Wan Luo’s gaze was sinister as he stared at Ye Xuan; he was worried that Ye Xuan would refuse again, robbing him of the opportunity to thrash the latter properly. After all, fighting among disciples of different halls was prohibited within the sect—unless the other party accepted the challenge. That way, even if he beat Ye Xuan to a pulp, he wouldn’t face any consequences. "It’s not entirely out of the question, but just a contest is not exciting. There’s no thrill in it," Ye Xuan’s indifferent expression remained the same. "What prize do you want then?" Hearing that, Wan Luo’s eyes shifted slightly, but inwardly he sneered. So this kid wanted to bet a prize. Since the other party was willing to give him some extra interest, he certainly wouldn’t mind. "Simple, five hundred Xuanyuan Pills." Ye Xuan held up five fingers. Hisss! As soon as his words fell, a series of gasps echoed from the crowd below. Five hundred Xuanyuan Pills was not a small sum. One must know that Xuanyuan Pills were in high demand within the Heavenly Martial Hall, and Inner Hall Disciples only received one hundred a month, which was barely enough for their cultivation. For Ye Xuan to bet five hundred at once—it was likely not a sum that Wan Luo could readily afford for gambling. Ye Xuan’s five hundred Xuanyuan Pills had naturally come from completing the last Golden List task. These past few days, he had mainly been contemplating swordsmanship, and he hadn’t begun using the five hundred Xuanyuan Pills yet; they were perfect for the wager. "Five hundred?" Wan Luo frowned slightly. Indeed, five hundred Xuanyuan Pills was not a small sum. Although he was strong, he was still just an Inner Hall Disciple. Taking out five hundred Xuanyuan Pills in one go would be painful. "What, can’t afford to bet?" Ye Xuan had the look of someone who reveled in chaos. "Of course not. I’ll take the bet. I’m just worried you won’t be able to afford the loss." Wan Luo huffed coldly. With so many watching, if he didn’t dare to bet, wouldn’t that be like admitting defeat? Moreover, in a duel on the stage, he didn’t believe Ye Xuan could pull any tricks. As long as he won, Ye Xuan would have to hand over the five hundred Xuanyuan Pills obediently. "This newcomer is not simple." Not too far away, Leng Ruofeng watched the scene unfold, and a hint of amusement crept onto his stern and seasoned face. "He’s just an arrogant fellow. Wan Luo’s strength is not to be trifled with. This guy betting five hundred Xuanyuan Pills at once, I think there’s a high chance he’ll lose it all." Hearing Leng Ruofeng comment that Ye Xuan wasn’t simple, Ling Qianxue slightly furrowed her brows. In her view, Ye Xuan was simply a proud and presumptuous man relying on his favor in the Yang Hall, a man yet to experience any setbacks. This time, she thought, it would be good for him to suffer a harsh lesson and to take the wind out of his sails. "Is it really just arrogance?" Gazing at Ye Xuan, Leng Ruofeng smirked without a word, clearly sensing a deeply concealed, dangerous aura emanating from the latter. If he were to be considered a fierce lone wolf with bared fangs and claws, then Ye Xuan was almost the same, except that Ye Xuan had hidden his sharp claws. Such a person, undoubtedly, was even more dangerous. "Ye Xuan, didn’t you get injured while carrying out a mission from the Golden List a few days ago? Your wounds should not have healed by now. It’s not suitable to engage in combat." Seeing that Ye Xuan was about to accept the challenge, Xiang Qing hurriedly tried to dissuade him. He knew very well that after completing the mission a few days earlier, Ye Xuan had been resting for some time and most likely hadn’t fully recovered yet. "Don’t worry, it’s just a minor injury. I can still handle a competition of this level." Ye Xuan waved his hand and then, with a slight movement of his feet, he soared onto the high platform and landed twenty meters away from Wan Luo. "Boy, in front of your senior, you should act like a junior, not spout nonsense arrogantly. Today, I’ll teach you how to conduct yourself." Wan Luo’s small eyes, resembling those of a venomous snake, stared at Ye Xuan. His annoyance with Ye Xuan had accumulated to a new height. Originally planning to teach him a lesson and be done with it, he now intended to be a bit harder on him, making Ye Xuan stay down for maybe ten days to half a month. "Is that so? I remember Heavenly Martial Hall has always valued strength above all else. Whether or not you qualify to be my senior is still up for debate. Let’s see if you can defeat me first." Ye Xuan’s expression remained unchanged. His seniors were not so easily claimed, and not just anyone was entitled to the position. "Insolent to the extreme!" Anger surged in Wan Luo’s eyes. Time and time again, Ye Xuan’s scornful mockery left no room for forbearance. A mere new Yang Hall disciple, acting utterly lawlessly—not giving these well-established older members any respect. Boom! Taking a step forward, Wan Luo’s aura erupted violently, and as his hands came together, a chilling wave spread out, drastically dropping the temperature atop the platform. "True Lunar Scripture!" Exclamations erupted from below. The display by Wan Luo and the True Lunar Scripture performed by Ling Qianxue earlier were identical, allowing many disciples to recognize it instantly. Although the strength Wan Luo exhibited was significantly less than that of Qianxue, the True Lunar Scripture was, after all, Yin Hall’s prestigious technique, and not to be taken lightly. Clearly, Ye Xuan had thoroughly provoked Wan Luo, who now employed his trump card from the start, not planning to give Ye Xuan any chance. Even if Ye Xuan had performed exceptionally as a Yang Hall disciple, he definitely had not yet learned the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture; and even if he had, it was dubious whether he could master it. With no prestigious technique to fall back on, how could Ye Xuan possibly stand against Wan Luo? "Wan Luo’s True Lunar Scripture has actually reached the Second Level..." The sudden surge in Wan Luo’s strength caused Ling Qianxue to feel somewhat surprised. To her knowledge, he was still at the peak of the First Level not long ago, and yet he had now reached the Second Level so quickly. It seemed that upon realizing he was temporarily unable to break through to the Martial Sect Master Realm, Wan Luo had invested considerable effort into the True Lunar Scripture. Looking at the current situation, he appeared to have achieved quite remarkable results. Now, it seemed that arrogant fellow was about to face a harsh setback... Wan Luo, having cultivated the True Lunar Scripture to the Second Level, likely possessed the overall combat power not inferior to a genuine Martial Sect Master... "How about it, Ye Xuan? I wonder how much confidence you have left now?" Wan Luo showed a toothy grin. If he didn’t have some skills up his sleeve, he wouldn’t have stepped up to the plate. Having cultivated the True Lunar Scripture to the Second Level, he hadn’t yet shown his full strength, and now was the perfect time to test it out on Ye Xuan. "I’m still holding to the same words." Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan remained indifferent, and then slowly lifted his eyelids, "You... are too weak." "Fuck you!" This time, Wan Luo couldn’t hold back the curse. After being severely taunted by Ye Xuan again, he wasted no further words. His figure shot forward explosively, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand burst forward, drawing stunning sparks in the air, its blade aiming straight for Ye Xuan’s face. Faced with the incoming sword light, Ye Xuan also suddenly pushed off the ground, leaning his body backward as he shot straight out. The distance between the two rapidly closed in, and it was only when the sword’s edge was bearing down on him that Ye Xuan finally drew the Star-cutting Saber from his back, slashing it down on Wan Luo’s oncoming sword light. Clang! Sparks scattered, and the saber and sword quickly parted. Missing the first strike, Wan Luo swung his sword again without pause. This sword brought together the endless chilling waves around, as if even the blade itself had become more biting, covering it with a profound black color. "True Lunar Scripture, Shadow-Eroding Ghost Sword!" This sword, like a ghastly blade, sent shivers down the spine, drifting in the air to slash at Ye Xuan. Sharp black gleams refracted, casting shadows of ghosts. Whoosh. With steps that were extremely stable, Ye Xuan held his saber as if it were a sword and swung it out. The saber light glowed with a reddish gleam, accurately striking the ghost-like sword light, immediately blossoming into brilliant sparks.