68 Jindan vs Yuanying (1/2)

Spirit Sword Hall, Four Divisions Peak of Spirit Sword Mountain.

A well received confrontation of cultivators has finally been presented by Wang Wu and Wang Lu; the Master’s and the disciple’s manipulation was played before everyone’s eyes.

Being humiliated by the pair of Master and disciple was way beyond Daoist Master Zhifeng’s bottom line. As such, no matter how cautious hewas, he had to do something about it.

No Yuanying Stage cultivators was without balls. The path of Immortal Cultivation was filled with thorn and obstacles, and no one who had never faced hardships with great perseverance could arrive at this stage. Even if Daoist Master Zhifeng has been turned into a cautious old man after living for more than four hundred years. But, when needed, he could still “hold a sword in his hand to vanquish evil”.

“Wang Wu, you bring about your own destruction, you can’t blame me for this.”

Daoist Master Zhifeng said as he spat out a small sword onto his hand. That small sword began to fly in a circle as it grew into a three-feet long sword. In Daoist Master Zhifeng’s hand, it was slightly bulky, and although the sword looked plain and thick, it exuded an aura that made people’s heart palpitate.

Wang Wu’s eyes lit up. Spiritual Treasure, it was a Spiritual Treasure! “Sixth Junior Brother, come here, help me estimate its value!”

The Sixth Elder, who was sitting nearby, could not understand what his Senior Sister was thinking; he wryly smiled as he shook his head. “The Sword of Mount Kun is an eight rank spiritual treasure. In the Blue River Region’s Mysterious Sky Mansion, it can be priced around eight hundred thousand spirit stones. In the Central Region, the price is somewhat lower, around six hundred thousand, more or less.”

Hearing these large numbers Wang Wu almost dance with joy. “Very good, Sixth Junior Brother, after this is over, I will invite you to dinner!”

Lu Li hurriedly waved his hand to decline her invitation. “Forget it, Senior Sister, you always pick the Misty Peak cafeteria, I really can’t handle it.”

The Misty Peak’s owner awkwardly coughed a few times. “This exotic cuisine is, after all, the preferred cuisine of foreign people; it’s understandable if it doesn’t fit with the local taste.”

A racially different Elder burst out laughing. “Senior Brother, you’re too much, in the past, when I am still a slave in the Western Continent, I have eaten all kinds of thing… ouch, who stepped on me!?”

Several Elders in the Spirit Sword Hall glared at him. Daoist Master Zhifeng’s complexion was already as hard as iron. “Have you guys had enough!”

Daoist Master Feng Yin also thought that they were already out of line; wantonly insulting an Elder of the Shengjing Sect indeed could not be justified.

“Very well, since Daoist Master Zhifeng has agreed to the duel invitation from Junior Sister, without further ado, let’s just start it.”

With that, this Daoist Master with glasses put his hand on the armrest of his chair, and all of a sudden, the space in the Spirit Sword Hall disintegrated and was replaced by a floating clouds instead. This was the tallest practice field of the Spirit Sword Sect, Cloud Tread Rooftop.

Daoist Master Zhifeng bewilderedly looked all around him, and he was surprised to discover that they were really transported into another space, instead of being absorbed in the illusion of a realm.

He moved his hands and feet to check the space’s stability; he had never encountered someone with this kind of magical ability. Even though he knew of a Unity Stage cultivator, but no Unity Stage cultivator could have such a magical ability!

Was this fellow really just Deity Stage? Could it be just like the report said? That the Spirit Sword Sect’s Deity Stage was comparable to Unity Stage of another sect? That was insane!?

His heart was suddenly filled with panic.

However, Daoist Master Feng Yin quickly dispelled his anxiety. “Um, no need to care about this, Daoist Master Zhifeng. It’s because we’re in the Spirit Sword Mountain that I can draw power from the mountain to implement this spell, using half the work for twice the result; nothing amazing about it.”

“It turns out to be so… As the Leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, he naturally has a variety of convenience. I was just scaring myself just now. A few days ago at the White Moon Country, when Wang Wu and I exchanged some moves, her power obviously didn’t surpass that of a Jindan Stage. On the contrary, it seems like her speed and her attack power are not as good as ordinary Jindan Stage cultivator. Moreover, she’s so poor that not only she didn’t have a spiritual treasure, she didn’t even have a magical treasure…” Daoist Master Zhifeng thought.

“That being the case, there is nothing to worry about.”

Daoist Master Zhifeng’s complexion was still hard like before; he said in a deep voice, “Wang Wu, we don’t need to discuss our dispute again. Since you challenged me to a duel, I hereby promise that if I lost this duel, then I will no longer contest the authenticity of what is written in those sincerity papers, and I will bear all the sins! However, if I win…”

Wang Wu nodded. “I will let you dual cultivation with me by sleeping together in bed, hahaha.”

The nearby Wang Lu suddenly had a scare, thinking, “My goodness! Master, take it easy, don’t you remember you almost lost the last time you made this kind of bet!”

Daoist Master Zhifeng coldly said, “I don’t need to dual cultivation with you as long as you plead guilty and accompany me to the Shengjing Sect to ask for punishment.”

Wang Wu was taken aback. “Accompany you to the Shengjing Sect!? You want me to sleep with all the people in the Shengjing Sect!? Isn’t the price a bit too much here?”

“Who asked you to discuss this indecent topic!” Daoist Master Zhifeng became flustered. “You’re one of the Elders from the top five sects in the Union of the Ten Thousand Immortals, how could your thoughts be so dirty!?”

Wang Wu angrily retorted, “Aren’t you the one who put out your demand first!? Let me tell you, as long as you win you can sleep with me! But if I win, I not only want you to admit your mistake, I also want all the equipment and spiritual treasures in your body!”

As she spoke the later part of the sentence, her eyes covetously stared at the Spiritual Treasure, the Sword of Mount Kun; she nearly couldn’t hold back her saliva. However, on the surface, she still looked indignant. This display of “restraint” really humbled her disciple.

Daoist Master Zhifeng didn’t want to argue anymore. “Fine, suit yourself. Let’s take our respective Heart Devil Oath then.”

A few moments later, the two people each issued a vow to the Celestial Law and put their cultivation as the collateral. After their hearts had been clear, they set their agreement about the duel.

They must not receive outside support and would stop short at killing.