Yin Yang Tower Second Floor

Chapter 152 Yin Yang Tower Second Floor

"Everyone, up to the second floor!!!"

It was unclear which martial artist shouted, but the words acted as a sudden trigger for the crowd.

Figures shot forward one after another, rushing toward the staircase.

The Yin Yang Tower was incredibly vast. The first floor alone could accommodate roughly a thousand stone beds, and with the spaces between them, the actual area was several times larger. In such a massive structure, the staircase connecting the floors was naturally not narrow.

By a rough estimate, it was wide enough for four or five people to pass through simultaneously.

As long as no fights broke out, the flow of people would be extraordinarily fast. Clearly, fighting on the stairs held no meaning for anyone.

Thus, the crowd proceeded upward quite smoothly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sharp sounds of piercing air rang out. In the blink of an eye, several dozen figures rushed up the stairs and entered the second floor.

At this moment, the number of disciples gathered at the entrance was neither large nor small.

It consisted only of those who completely looked down on the first floor's Yin Yang Qi, such as the chief disciples of the various main peaks, and those who had already dual cultivated once and were confident enough to aim directly for the second floor, such as Ning Fan and his group.

At most, there were only a hundred or so people.

Within a few breaths of time, only the disciples of Changming Peak remained at the staircase.

"Let's go. We're heading up to the second floor as well."

"Remember, safety first."

Changming Peak's chief disciple Miao Tian spoke. As he did, his gaze deliberately lingered on Ning Fan for a long moment. It went without saying who his words were directed at.

Thanks to the massive amount of cultivation resources and ancient relic martial techniques Ning Fan had secured, Changming Peak was showing clear signs of rising. However, the Peak Competition had come too soon. If given another year, the overall strength of the Changming Peak disciples would definitely reach a whole new level.

But as things stood now...

Changming Peak was caught halfway between its former weakness and its future rise. This was the exact moment they were most prone to attracting jealousy. If they were attacked from all sides...

Changming Peak's rising momentum would likely be crushed right from the start.

They had to be extremely cautious.

Even if they did not achieve overly outstanding results in this session's Peak Competition, as long as the disciples steadily reaped their harvests without incident...

That would be considered the greatest success for Changming Peak!

Whoosh-

Miao Tian stomped heavily on the ground, his body shooting toward the staircase like an arrow. His figure vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go!"

Ning Fan held Yun Qingyao's hand. The two followed closely behind Miao Tian, entering the second floor of the Yin Yang Tower without delay.

As for the others, they lagged slightly behind.

Compared to Ning Fan...

The other Changming Peak disciples were indeed somewhat "cautious." Of course, cautious was merely a polite way of putting it.

A better word would be "timid."

Upon stepping onto the second floor, Ning Fan immediately felt that the space was considerably smaller, shrinking by almost a third!

After all, it was a tower.

They were always wider at the base and narrower at the top. Moreover, this tapering effect was especially noticeable between the first few floors.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao swept their gazes around. The barriers on the second floor-which correlated to the stone beds-numbered roughly six or seven hundred.

In just that brief moment...

Nearly a hundred disciples had poured into the second floor, with a steady stream of others rushing up right behind them. The competition instantly grew far more intense.

"Let's pick a barrier first," Ning Fan said.

Based on his experience on the first floor, Ning Fan had roughly grasped the rules of cultivating inside the Yin Yang Tower.

In truth, the fight for Fated Chances within the Yin Yang Tower was certainly fierce, but for the experts of the various main peaks, it wasn't a desperate scramble either.

The reason was simple: the time required for dual cultivation. Depending on a cultivator's physique, it took anywhere from a quarter of an hour to half an hour. This meant that refining the Yin Yang Qi within a single barrier required that much time. Even the strongest chief disciple of Yin Yang Peak...

He could at most claim two barriers.

Snatching any more simply wasn't allowed by time.

Only on the higher floors, where the beds were so sparse that the top-tier disciples couldn't evenly divide them, would the true slaughter over them begin.

That time was not now.

"This one."

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao flickered forward, arriving at a spot a fair distance from the staircase. The entrance naturally had the heaviest flow of people.

It was best to avoid it.

Their chosen spot was neither at the edge nor the dead center; it was a relatively safe location. Furthermore, there was another point-this barrier was quite large.

The larger the barrier, the more abundant and concentrated the Yin Yang Qi within. Prioritizing the larger barriers was common sense.

"Break!"

Ning Fan shouted, unleashing a palm strike through the air. The sharp wind from his palm shot straight toward the barrier. But just a moment before it could land...

A figure suddenly intercepted the strike.

Pop!

The newcomer waved a hand, effortlessly shattering Ning Fan's palm wind.

"Yun Zhan."

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes. He stared at the figure causing trouble, a dangerous glint flashing in his gaze.

This man truly lingered like a haunting ghost.

Ning Fan hadn't bothered to entertain him on the first floor. Who would have thought he would instantly stir up trouble the moment they entered the second floor?

"Abandoning your chance to refine Yin Yang Qi, just to have a bout with me?" Ning Fan muttered.

"That's right."

Yun Zhan's entire body exuded an unmasked fighting intent. He stood with his hands behind his back, blocking Ning Fan's path without yielding a single inch.

His desire for battle was plain to see.

Huu.

Ning Fan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. As he looked at Yun Zhan, his eyes held no contempt. This was purely a martial heart seeking a battle, untainted by any ulterior motives.

Such a mindset was quite rare.

"Come. I'll let you make the first move. Don't say I didn't give you a chance," Ning Fan muttered.

"Good!!"

Yun Zhan's eyes widened. Spiritual energy surged violently around him, and an aura far exceeding the sixth layer of the Profound Extreme Realm erupted from his body.

It was enough to make Ning Fan feel a faint sense of pressure.

"Profound Extreme Realm, seventh layer?"

Ning Fan frowned.

Yun Zhan's realm did not match the information Lin Yu had provided. Ning Fan knew that Senior Brother Lin Yu would never deceive him.

The only explanation was that Yun Zhan had broken through.

In the time between their batch of disciples joining the main peaks and the start of the Peak Competition, Yun Zhan had managed another breakthrough.

"Somewhat interesting."

A faint light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes.

Yun Zhan's cultivation speed could actually rival his own. There had to be something peculiar about him, a fact that stirred Ning Fan's curiosity.

"Come!!"

Yun Zhan ignored Ning Fan's scrutinizing gaze. Stomping heavily against the ground, his body shot toward Ning Fan like a loosed arrow!

Crack, crack, crack!

As he charged, the joints all over Yun Zhan's body let out a series of explosive pops, sounding like frying beans. He was clearly pushing the physical power accumulated within his body to its absolute peak.

It was undoubtedly a martial art! A close-quarters combat technique!

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