Volume 8, Chapter 566 – One Against Seven (Part 6)

“Yes, Alliance Leader, that girl is fighting against many opponents, and all of them are descendants of immortals. If she loses, that would actually be fine. After all, most people in the cultivation world only care about the result. We could easily denounce her as worthless.

But if she wins… not only will this continent-level Evergreen Conference become a laughingstock, but in future conferences, people will bring this matter up again and again to stab at our backbone.”

Another elder reminded him anxiously.

“Aren’t there still three who haven’t gone up yet? What are you all panicking for?”

Cao Hong frowned slightly, thinking to himself that these old men really knew how to hit the sore spots. This was in fact what gave him the greatest headache. Although this battle was taking place outside the Immortal-Forging Platform, the result would still impact the reputation of this Evergreen Conference. Yet he had no grounds to interfere.

“That’s true, I don’t believe that girl can really handle one against seven!”

“Not so easy to say. Her strength is clearly several levels above those seven. Numbers alone can’t make up for that gap.”

“Don’t underestimate the descendants of immortals. They possess heaven-defying treasures and divine powers, enough to challenge opponents far beyond their realm.”

“Exactly. Crossing realms to challenge stronger foes isn’t anything new for them. Don’t sound so discouraged! That new Holy Maiden of the Huarong Sect may be formidable, but in the end, her background is lowly. She can’t possibly have any ultimate moves.”

“Right, from the beginning of this battle until now, she hasn’t used any particularly powerful techniques. Seems like that’s all she has.”

“Ah! If only those two other prodigies who were eliminated hadn’t left. With nine against one, the odds would have been much higher.”

“They’re descendants of immortals, each one proud and arrogant. How could they possibly stay behind and risk being mocked?”

Several elders of the Immortal Alliance began to argue among themselves.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, four of the Nine Monsters knelt on the ground, gnashing their teeth. Their Achilles tendons had been severed, the pain unbearable. For now, they couldn’t even muster the focus to stand.

“Why? Why is this happening? You, an inferior wench with only an eighty points bloodline purity, how can even just a doppelgänger of yours be this strong?”

Hua Yu’s ten fingers clawed desperately at the ground, her nails breaking, tears of despair streaming down her face. She had once hoped to return as the Holy Maiden of Huarong Sect, but now all her hopes had been shattered.

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As for the other three monsters, they struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain in their legs made it impossible. Their appearance was utterly miserable.

“Wow! The Holy Maiden won! She actually defeated four opponents at once, and all of them were descendants of immortals! She really won!”

“I used to doubt the judgment of the sect elders, but now I’m completely convinced!”

“So it turns out the Sect Master truly abandoned Hua Yu willingly, and not because he was forced. With a Holy Maiden like this, who would still care about that ungrateful traitor?”

The female disciples of Huarong Sect erupted in cheers, every one of them thoroughly awed by Qi Huang’s performance.

Hua Meng and her master lowered their heads in guilt, their faces full of shame.

“How dare you! You’ve injured the foremost Immortal Seed of Zhizun Peak, do you take my words as nothing but wind in your ears?”

“And even the Holy Son of our Jingtian Sect you dare injure? Huarong Sect women, are you not afraid of ‘accidents’ on the way back?”

The people of Zhizun Peak and Jingtian Sect were the complete opposite, each one livid with rage, nearly ready to rush in and fight to the death.

“What now? This was a sparring between juniors. Do you seniors plan on bullying the younger generation?”

“Bullying the younger generation? More like clinging to old age and flaunting it. Those Nine Monsters in the field are the real ones bullying the younger.”

“And who provoked whom first? It wasn’t our Holy Maiden. If they couldn’t afford to lose, they should’ve tucked their tails between their legs from the start.”

“Didn’t the foremost Immortal Seed of Zhizun Peak say it himself? Toward juniors, one should be tolerant. Are you trying to slap his face now?”

The female disciples of Huarong Sect were not pushovers. Not only did they chirp loudly in support, they even drew their swords, standing ready to back up their extraordinary Holy Maiden with action.

“If you interfere now, it only proves they’ve been utterly defeated. Think carefully about that!”

Qi Huang once again employed provocation. As the saying goes: “A trick need not be new, so long as it works.”

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“Stand down, all of you!”

Zheng Wei and Xiao Dian shouted through clenched teeth, enduring their pain.

Their sect members dared not disobey, reluctantly halting their advance.

“And as for those of you threatening revenge, do you take the words of Young Master Cao and Lady Cao as mere wind? If something were to happen to us, who do you think the Cao Clan would suspect first?”

Qi Huang turned her gaze toward the arrogant elder of Zhizun Peak.

“I already said, no one may touch Huarong Sect, nor may anyone interfere.”

Cao Yang spoke through gritted teeth.

“What? Still not planning to admit defeat?”

Qi Huang stepped forward with playful amusement.

Cao Yang drew a deep breath and swept his gaze around: “The three of you still don’t plan to act? If we lose today, do you think you can wash your hands of it?”

“Young Master Cao, don’t worry. This young lady is here.”

At that moment, a crisp voice rang out. Yang Jin floated into the arena, holding a wooden sword. Pouring her True Qi madly into it, she cried out: “Withered wood, spring returns!”

Immediately, the wooden sword sprouted tender shoots, blooming into a blood-red flower.

Whoosh…

Then, Yang Jin pursed her lips and blew gently. Crimson pollen burst forth, scattering everywhere. Wherever it drifted, lush green grass spread endlessly, lifeless trees sprouted anew, and the entire battlefield was filled with verdant vitality.

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Even more astonishing, the wounds on the four monsters’ feet visibly healed before everyone’s eyes. Freed from their agony, they rose once more.

“Wow! That’s the Rejuvenation Art of Youxuan Sect. Truly miraculous, like bringing the dead back to life.”

“They say her sword was forged from a dead branch of the Ten-Thousand Treasures Tree. Its pollen can heal countless illnesses. That divine tree has been extinct for thousands of years. Only in her hands can one see it bloom again.”

“With such a sword at her side, and with the Rejuvenation Art, unless she meets an opponent of overwhelming power, she’s practically invincible.”

“See? None of these immortal descendants are simple!”

“Alas, it seems the Holy Maiden of Huarong Sect is about to have all her efforts wasted.”

The cultivators watching outside sighed.

“And me!”

A young man entered next, soaring into the arena. He was Tang Long, the foremost Immortal Seed of Qiankun Sect. Tang Long was tall and burly, his terrifying muscles straining against his loose robe.

“Hmph. That hairpin of yours may be fast, but in the end, it’s just an ordinary ornament.”

With arrogant disdain, Tang Long sneered and shouted: “Rock-Steadfast War Armor!”

As his words fell, his muscles swelled like surging waves, bursting through his clothes to reveal bronze skin. Strange symbols surfaced across it, flying off toward the other five monsters.

Soon after, countless pebbles and stones gathered around them, condensing into earth-colored armor that covered their bodies. The armor gleamed like metal, runes flickering across its surface, clearly no ordinary thing.

“That’s the Rock-Steadfast War Armor of Qiankun Sect. Harder than steel, strengthened further by runes. Not even ordinary magical treasures can pierce it.”

A spectator explained.

“Not bad, not bad! Quite interesting!”

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Qi Huang clapped lightly, then with a touch of disdain said: “But only a little interesting. The four of them have already exhausted their True Qi and stamina. With only defense, how can they defeat me?”

“Ning Wuxia, are you still not going to act?”

Cao Yang suddenly called toward Ning Wuxia, who had remained silent all this time.

“That’s right, if you’re going to join in, do it together. At this point, one more or less makes no difference.”

Qi Huang deliberately provoked her, wanting to see Ning Wuxia’s character.

“To bully the few with the many, I, Ning Wuxia, disdain such acts.”

Ning Wuxia’s gentle yet resolute voice rang out.

“Miss, go forth! If they lose, as a descendant of immortals, you won’t be able to wash your hands of it either! How will you face yourself? Your parents? Your ancestors?”

An old man behind her urged.

Ning Wuxia hesitated briefly, then bit her lip and entered the field: “I disdain to bully with numbers, but alas, our positions differ. Offense must be taken.”

“To act only by the excuse of ‘position’, you are already harboring selfishness. Why bother dressing it up?”

Cheng Hongling’s sharp rebuttal rang out.

Ning Wuxia did not argue further, her hostile gaze unwavering.

“Good! Very good! My purpose in coming to this Evergreen Conference is to tell the world that in this cultivation realm, there is only one true prodigy, and that is me! Now I’ll deal with all of you at once, and save the trouble later. Remember this: from today forward, the so-called Nine Great Monsters will be nothing but history.”

Qi Huang smiled serenely. Now, she no longer needed to hold back.