Fellow Daoist, Take Care

The entire venue fell instantly silent, without a single sound.

As the first battle of the Perfection stage, everyone held very high expectations for this match.

Both combatants were young geniuses at the peak of the eleventh layer of Qi Gathering.

The observing cultivators naturally assumed this would be an extremely brilliant clash of dragons and tigers!

But who could have imagined it would end like this?

The outcome was decided so abruptly that it felt almost unreal.

That disciple, upon whom the Wu Kui Sect had placed such great hopes, could not even last half a moment against He Shenglai!

To think there could be such a vast disparity even between geniuses!

On the Dao Discussion Platform, the lush vegetation withered and faded away in an extremely short time, revealing the proudly standing figure.

He Shenglai shook the dust from his robes and muttered softly.

"A mere stinking dog is worthy of contending with me?"

His voice was not loud, but in the extreme silence of the venue, it reached everyone's ears.

The arrogance of the He Family's direct heir was fully displayed at this moment.

Unlike the disrupting effect of Yu Tingzhi's "Clear Radiance Chasing the Moon."

He Shenglai's Spirit Manifestation Image directly isolated everyone's Divine Sense perception.

Only Condensed Origin cultivators possessing True Essence could truly see the entire course of this match.

Below the Condensed Origin realm, aside from other top geniuses on the same level as He Shenglai and Yang Lingrui, who had drawn upon Chen Yang's consciousness, the other observing disciples could basically only hear the noise.

Yet even when Yang Lingrui utilized that strand of Chen Yang's consciousness, he found it extremely difficult to observe the specific situation within that deep forest.

It felt like wading through a quagmire, each step forward extremely arduous.

Until the very end, he had only managed to capture a few blurry afterimages.

Deng Jinzhi had also activated his Spirit-Commanding state. His Spirit Manifestation Image seemed to be a domain of witch ghosts and Ghost Souls.

But for some unknown reason, this manifestation only appeared for a few short breaths of time.

Then, as if absorbed and swallowed by this deep, secluded forest, it was instantly annihilated.

Having witnessed He Shenglai's combat power with his own eyes, Yang Lingrui could only describe it in his heart with the word "terrifying."

He realized that this was the gap between himself and the top geniuses.

If he were to face them, he would have absolutely no chance of victory.

However, Yang Lingrui did not feel fear because of this; instead, a blazing fighting spirit ignited in his chest.

"One day, I, Yang Lingrui, will stand shoulder to shoulder with them-and even surpass them!"

He silently made this resolution in his heart.

"The He Family's direct heir is truly extraordinary."

"At the Qi Gathering realm, he can already draw upon such a vast amount of circulating spiritual resonance. What kind of scene will it be when he reaches Condensed Origin!"

"With this son here, the He Family's position in the Wangchao for the next hundred years will be unshakable, and they might even ascend to a higher place."

The representatives of the various forces of Zhuhu, after watching this match, were all filled with deep emotion.

The other Wangchao geniuses sitting behind them also wore contemplative expressions, estimating in their minds what their chances of winning would be if they were to fight He Shenglai.

Feng Lan thought for a while and unconsciously shook his head.

Wu Zhao's brows furrowed tightly together. He pondered for a long time but could not picture himself defeating He Shenglai.

Qiu Ran's eyes shifted slightly, his expression remaining coldly stern.

Xiao Yize was familiar with He Shenglai and knew his true combat power, so his expression was very calm.

Shen Yue, on the other hand, maintained his faint, indifferent smile.

As for Su Lingyun, after seeing He Shenglai display the Spirit-Commanding Method, he outright laughed.

"That fortune-telling diviner didn't speak falsely."

He thought to himself: "The century-long struggle for the Dao path between our two families has indeed fallen upon you and me!"

Upon the cloud boat opposite the high platform.

The mood among the Four Sects of the Northwest was completely different.

Especially the elders and disciples of the Wu Kui Sect, whose expressions had turned extremely ugly.

Deng Jinzhi, at the peak of the eleventh layer, a master of the Spirit-Commanding Dao and well-versed in witch arts and secret techniques, was already the disciple with the highest combat power in their sect.

Yet when facing He Shenglai, he was utterly powerless to fight back. Even his manifestation was violently and directly devoured!

The guardian cultivator of the Moon-Grasping Sect brought Deng Jinzhi up. The Great Elder of the Wu Kui Sect checked his condition, and his expression suddenly changed, his eyes barely concealing his anger.

He Shenglai had struck far too heavily. Deng Jinzhi's current state had plummeted to an extreme low; if True Essence were not used to sustain him, his life would be in immediate danger.

"Good, good, good! What a He Family! What a He Shenglai!"

"The Wu Kui Sect will remember this grudge!"

Several Wu Kui Sect elders trembled with rage. The enmity between the two forces was now absolute.

From now on, whenever cultivators from both sides met, it would be a fight to the death.

He Shenglai was unaware of their thoughts, and naturally, he did not care.

After decades of the He Family's management in Zhuhu, their hidden foundations had long surpassed those of these so-called "Upper Sects."

If the Wu Kui Sect wanted to court disaster, the He Family wouldn't mind planting a few more of their sect's treasured trees in their own backyard.

Next came the second match: Feng Lan of the Feng Family versus Tang Ming of Gentleman Mountain.

This duel was far more exciting than the first.

Both were Confucian cultivators. One summoned a Word Spirit to possess his body, while the other chanted True Words to break techniques.

But in the end, Feng Lan fell short by a single move and regretfully lost.

This Tang Ming had been hiding a sword technique from the very beginning.

At the final moment, he seized the opportunity and unleashed a sudden killing move.

To dodge that fatal sword strike, Feng Lan had no choice but to leap out of the Dao Discussion Platform's boundaries, allowing Tang Ming to steal the victory.

"Failing to achieve victory, I have embarrassed myself before you all."

"Brother Feng, there is no need to say that."

"That move was extremely insidious. Not to mention you, even if I had gone up, I would have stumbled too."

After returning to the high platform, he was somewhat self-reproachful. Of course, no one blamed him, and they all offered words of comfort.

Then it was Qiu Ran's turn to enter the arena.

However, he didn't seem to pay much attention to his actual opponent for this match. Instead, from the moment he stood up, he kept looking toward the Myriad Transformations Sect's side.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Qiu seems to be looking at you."

Yang Lingshu noticed and quietly reminded him.

Hearing this, Xiao Yize turned his head and shot him a series of grimaces and winks, the unspoken meaning being, "Do you think I don't know that? Mind your own business!"

"Xiao Yize, watch this match closely. I will treat it as if I am beating you."

Qiu Ran coldly threw out these words, then transformed into a bolt of Purple Lightning and struck down into the arena.

Just hearing his voice made Xiao Yize shudder.

The remaining few couldn't help but laugh. Mo Xian, in particular, looked thoroughly vindicated, turning to give Xiao Yize a "serves you right" look.

Hearing this, Yang Lingshu also covered his mouth and chuckled, thinking to himself: "Indeed, everything has its conqueror. Senior Brother isn't the least bit afraid of Master, yet when he sees Senior Brother Qiu, it's like a mouse seeing a cat. How amusing!"

"Alas!"

After Qiu Ran entered the arena, Xiao Yize slapped his thigh and let out a heavy sigh.

"What a sin! Why did I have to win that one match against him ten years ago!"

"And this Qiu Ran too, his magnanimity is the size of a sesame seed. He still remembers one little thing and won't let it go even now!"

Thinking this, he looked pitifully toward Yang Lingshu beside him.

"Junior Brother, I..."

"Senior Brother, I know. You've suffered."

Xiao Yize drooped his head and shook it helplessly, but then stood up and looked toward the Dao Discussion Platform.

He cast a deeply sympathetic glance at the Blood Shadow Sect cultivator on the opposite side.

And silently muttered, "Fellow Daoist, take care!"

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