Chapter Seventy: Tenfold Meridians

suddenly erupted from within the mountain peak: "What are you all doing standing there How can you allow the Sect Master to travel alone!""Three Daozi, three elders, twelve sword attendants, immediat...If Gingercloud had previously been indifferent to the competition, upon hearing the name Windless Injustice, he resolutely rose to his feet, his expression resolute as he declared, "I will participate!"

Although it's still four years before the day of their promised life-or-death battle, Jian Yun isn't willing to back down when he encounters Feng Wuji now.

As for the fact that Feng Wuji was called the first person in the Tongmai Realm, Jiang Yun didn't take it to heart at all. Back then, Feng Wuji wasn't his opponent, and now he was equally confident that he could defeat Feng Wuji.

Looking at Jiang Yun's resolute attitude, Dong Fang Bo's eyes flashed a hint of doubt, but he didn't ask much, instead saying calmly: "I know you are confident in yourself, and I am also confident in you. But do you know why Feng Wuji is called the number one person in the Tongmai realm"

"I don't know."

Because he...

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, interrupting Dongfang Bo's words. After being startled, Dongfang Bo laughed and said: "The competition has begun. Although you can't go, it's fine for you to watch."

As the words left his mouth, a copper mirror, about a zhang in diameter, materialized before Jiang Yun. The mirror surface shimmered with rapidly changing scenes.

Although Gingercloud still remembered what Dongfangbo hadn't finished saying, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the reflection in the mirror.

At the top of an unknown mountain peak, a huge platform housed two figures engaged in a fierce battle. One of them was Fang Ruolin, and the thunderous roar that just echoed was from a blast talisman she had thrown.

On either side of the platform stood dozens of people. One side consisted of members of the Questioning Dao Sect, while the other naturally belonged to the Reincarnation Sect. Although the Questioning Dao Sect had a relatively small number of participants, the presence of Five Peaks' Sect Master and Dao Tianyou himself made it clear that this competition was of utmost importance to them.

And among the disciples, besides Fang Ruolin who was currently competing, there were seven or eight others. Jiang Yun only recognized one of them: Wu Shang.

"Dongfang Bo explained: 'The competition adopts a best-of-three format, and the only way we still have a chance is by winning in the no-damage category. However, both Wu Shang and Feng Wujie are the last to appear. If we lose two games in a row, neither of them will get a chance to play.'"

Jiang Yun's gaze swept over everyone, only lingering for a moment when he saw a slender young man standing opposite the platform.

A pair of phoenix eyes slanted into the temples, and the undisguised disdain on his face, it was Feng Wujì!

It is not difficult to see that although Feng Wuji is a bit more mature than he was a year ago, his personality has not changed much.

At this moment, he didn't even glance at the two people competing. Instead, he had his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the sky with an aloof air, as if what was happening here had nothing to do with him.

Gazing at Feng Wuji, Jiang Yun's mind couldn't help but recall the scenes of their battle a year ago. Although only a year had passed, it felt like an age had gone by. Both he and Feng Wuji had left behind their familiar Ten Thousand Mang Mountains and entered different cultivation sects.

Now, he has become a cultivator of the Ninth Layer of Tongmai, and Feng Wuji is even known as the number one person in the Tongmai Realm.

Suddenly, another loud boom interrupted Jiang Yun's thoughts.

In the middle of the contest, the two combatants had reached a conclusion. Fang Ruolin lay pale on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. The purple gold ferret was sprawled over her, its body covered in fresh blood.

She clearly lost.

As for the result, both sides were not surprised. However, the faces of the people from the Questioning Sect became even gloomier.

Wen Dao Zong's disciples stepped forward to help Fang Ruolin down, and then, Dao Tianyou and a long-browed elder from Lun Hui Zong each pointed out the disciple their sect would send for the next match.

Dao Tianyou pointed at a man of average height and build, but just then, Wu Shang suddenly took a step forward, pushing through the crowd and standing in the center of the platform. He pointed at Feng Wujì and said, “You!”

His careless appearance and provocative actions startled everyone for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure. In particular, Feng Shou, the master of Wuxing Peak, couldn't help but chuckle wryly and shake his head.

He truly understood his disciple well; he was extremely warlike and always eager to challenge the strong.

Needless to say, even without speaking, it was clear that Wuzong's chances of winning this competition were slim. He likely wouldn't even get a chance to fight, so he preemptively stepped forward and specifically challenged Feng Wuji.

Although breaking the rules a bit, Wu Feng's sect master and Dao Tianyou didn't stop him. As for the long-browed elder from Lunhui Sect, he also smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "Since that's the case, why don't you spar with him, Wujì"

Feng Wuji then retracted his gaze from the sky, focusing on Wushang. He said in a calm voice, "To deal with you, I only need to use 50% of my cultivation."

Hearing this remark clearly laced with contempt, Wu Shang remained unfazed. However, a sneer curled upon Jiang Yun's lips. Back then, Feng Wuji had also said something similar to him.

As the two finally stood in the center of the platform, Feng Wuji's hands remained clasped behind his back as he boldly declared, "You go first!"

Uninjured and unbothered, he extended two fingers and gently lifted them upward. Two booming sounds echoed as the earth suddenly cracked open, a stone spike, several feet thick, shooting out from within and directly targeting Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji with a single hand strike, a gust of wind lifted his hair and blew past the stone spikes, in an instant the stone spikes shattered silently.

"Wind Blade!"

Ginger Cloud cried out these two words in her heart, she had to admit, not to mention anything else, Feng Wuji's this hand wind blade's power was indeed stronger than a year ago, it was almost invisible.

The stone spike shattered, unscathed and unfazed. Raising his hand once more, he launched a fire ball the size of a grinding disc, roaring through the air toward Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji still waved his hand lightly in the air, suddenly bringing out a whirlwind that enveloped the giant fireball and sent it hurtling towards Wushang.

Wu Shang hastily retreated, his hands moving quickly and gracefully, assuming a strange posture.

With the emergence of this posture, a "ticking" sound suddenly came to everyone's ears. Countless water droplets appeared in the air before Wu Shang's face, densely packed and endless, like forming a wall of water.

"Boom!"

The whirlwind that enveloped the fireball slammed violently into the water wall. The scorching heat and furious wind force instantly blew and evaporated all the water droplets, and without losing momentum, it continued to charge towards unscathed.

"Clang clang clang!"

Although the water wall had blocked most of the force, Wu Shang was still knocked back several steps in a row. With great difficulty, he managed to stand his ground, letting out a muffled grunt and gritting his teeth to swallow the blood that was about to spurt from his mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "Wushang is not Feng Wuji's opponent. I don't know what realm Wushang is at now, but in terms of spiritual energy alone, he is obviously inferior to Feng Wuji."

Dongfang Bo interface said: "The state of being unharmed is the same as yours, through nine layers of meridians!"

"Ninefold Meridian Opening" Jiang Yun was stunned. "Even if Feng Wuji is Ninefold Meridian Opening, the difference in their spiritual energy shouldn't be this huge, right"

In fact, Jiang Yun's own spiritual energy was more than that of fellow cultivators of the same rank, but that was because his meridians were thicker than others'. He didn't believe Feng Wuji's meridians were the same as his, so he couldn't quite understand the situation before him.

Dongfang Bo merely glanced at him with a faint smile. "Feng Wuji is not a Nine-Pulse expert,"

Isn't that so Then it makes even less sense! Could he be a blessed realm...

He is a Tongmai Realm cultivator, at the tenth level of the Tongmai!

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