Chapter 22: Obtaining the Spirit Treasure, Golden Cicada Mystic Robe

Chapter 22: Obtaining the Spirit Treasure, Golden Cicada Mystic Robe

Seeing Zhou Fan so confident, Han Jue decided to get serious.

Defeating him before Zhou Fan could display his formidable strength would keep the impact minimal.

Otherwise, if Zhou Fan performed strongly enough and Han Jue defeated him afterward, wanting to keep a low profile would be impossible.

With so many people watching the battle, it was impossible for Han Jue to drag it out until everyone left.

Thinking this, Han Jue stepped forward and walked toward Zhou Fan.

Mo Zhu's expression turned solemn as she said, "Zhou Fan's innate Magic Treasure is very powerful. Because of this treasure, Master made an exception and took him in as a Personal Disciple."

Chang Yue'er said disdainfully, "Compared to my Junior Brother Han, he is far inferior."

Xing Hongxuan did not speak, her beautiful eyes fixed tightly on Han Jue.

Zhou Fan wore a confident smile, but seeing Han Jue walking straight toward him, he inexplicably felt a sense of panic.

Because he often heard Mo Fuchou boasting about Han Jue!

Over time, he came to feel that Han Jue was very strong.

"Today, I shall defeat him and soar straight to the skies!"

"Watch closely, I will make you regret it and realize that your judgment was wrong!"

Zhou Fan thought silently to himself, and whenever he thought of that smiling, flower-like pretty face, he grew furious.

He raised the small black bell, preparing to display his brilliance!

A frantic smile appeared on his face.

So what if he was a Prodigy!

Today, I, Zhou Fan, shall defeat a Prodigy fair and square!

Swoosh!

A flash of sword light shone, causing Zhou Fan to subconsciously close his eyes.

Puff—

Zhou Fan was blasted back while vomiting blood, flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, flying straight out of the duel stage.

Silence!

The entire audience fell silent.

Everyone was stunned, not yet having recovered their wits.

The duel had started?

The duel had ended?

Even Old Immortal Dao Lei, who was presiding over this Inner Sect Assessment, could not help widening his eyes.

Han Jue withdrew his hand, and the sword image behind him quickly vanished, having appeared for less than two seconds.

He turned around, bowed, and cupped his fists toward Old Immortal Dao Lei.

Old Immortal Dao Lei recovered his senses and announced, "Han Jue of Yuyou Peak wins!"

Boom!

The entire crowd erupted in commotion, with male Disciples discussing animatedly and female Disciples looking at Han Jue with shining eyes.

"So fast?"

"Zhou Fan is nothing much after all!"

"It's just that Han Jue is too strong!"

"Who is Han Jue? When did Yuyou Peak produce such a Prodigy?"

"He is so handsome. Could he be the one the female Disciples frequently discuss?"

…

Han Jue quickly stepped down from the stage, disappearing into the sea of people.

Since the duel stage was not damaged, the second duel began very soon.

Supported by a group of Disciples from Heavenly Thunder Peak, Zhou Fan withdrew from the crowd.

Blood still hung from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked utterly dejected.

The blow was too great.

He didn't even know how he had lost.

But the moment he collided with the Three Pure Shadow Severing Sword, he caught the scent of death.

He understood that Han Jue could have killed him.

The second before, he was still full of confidence.

The second after, he fell off the duel stage.

Zhou Fan wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He understood that he was about to become a joke.

Chang Yue'er, Xing Hongxuan, and Mo Zhu wanted to look for Han Jue, but found they couldn't find this fellow anywhere.

Han Jue hid within the crowd, silently watching the battles.

An hour later.

The top five were decided.

The five Disciples would draw lots to decide who would get a bye, and the one with the bye would directly advance to the top three.

The Disciples had no objections. By this stage, the gap in everyone's strength wasn't large, and anyone could make it into the top three.

Luck was inherently an indispensable element on the path of cultivation.

Han Jue hesitated. If he got a bye and became part of the top three, could he directly forfeit?

Anyway, the top three could choose an Innate Cave Mansion…

He could!

In that case, his influence would be reduced to a minimum.

He prayed silently.

"The one with the bye is Han Jue of Yuyou Peak!"

Old Immortal Dao Lei announced, causing the other four Disciples to cast envious and vigilant gazes toward Han Jue.

They had all witnessed Han Jue instantly defeating Zhou Fan, and this fellow's spiritual power hadn't been consumed much at all; he was completely in his prime state.

Han Jue was ecstatic.

He silently walked down the stage.

The three women, Chang Yue'er, immediately swarmed over, giving him no time to escape.

"Junior Brother, this time you have a very high hope of winning first place!" Chang Yue'er said excitedly.

Mo Zhu and Xing Hongxuan were also very excited.

They both admired Han Jue, so naturally they wanted to see Han Jue hog the limelight.

Han Jue shook his head and said, "I won't do. Making it this far has already been very difficult."

Zhou Fan, who was pushing his way over here, almost choked to death upon hearing this.

He had still wanted to ask Han Jue what Spell that move which defeated him was, only to hear such words.

Overcome with rage and frustration, Zhou Fan couldn't help spitting blood, covering the head of a Disciple in front of him in blood.

He hurriedly turned around and left.

Han Jue turned his head to look, but could no longer see Zhou Fan's figure.

The next two duels were incomparably wonderful. Magical Artifacts, Spells, movement techniques, Talismanic Incantations, and so on were displayed to the fullest. The four Disciples' strengths were all very comprehensive, and they could be said to be evenly matched. Regardless of who won or lost, they all contributed wonderful performances.

The top three took the stage.

"The three of you will each fight a battle, with each person fighting two matches. Winning all makes one first place, one win and one loss makes second place, and two losses makes third place," Old Immortal Dao Lei stated.

Han Jue suddenly raised his hand and said, "Elder, I forfeit. Previously, in order to quickly defeat my opponent, my spiritual power was exhausted and has yet to recover. Let the two of them directly fight to decide the victor; I am willing to settle for third place."

Uproar—

The crowd erupted in an uproar, and the three women, including Chang Yue'er, also widened their beautiful eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fan in the crowd couldn't help freezing.

Was it really like that?

If not, why would Han Jue forfeit?

So it turns out I wasn't that weak after all.

[Zhou Fan's Favorability toward you has increased. Current Favorability: 2 stars]

Seeing this line of words before him, Han Jue secretly thought to himself that this guy was a lunatic.

Old Immortal Dao Lei took a deep look at Han Jue, then nodded and changed the rules, designating Han Jue as third place.

Han Jue immediately stepped off the stage.

The subsequent duels were somewhat less exciting than before, as both individuals had already consumed a fair amount of spiritual power.

Han Jue felt that he could take on both of them by himself.

Eventually, the top three were decided, and this Inner Sect Assessment came to an end.

The top three followed Old Immortal Dao Lei toward the Main Peak.

Amidst their sword flight, words floated before Han Jue's eyes:

[You maintained a low profile during the Inner Sect Assessment and secured a top three finish, obtaining a Spirit Treasure]

[Congratulations on obtaining a Grade Seven Spirit Treasure—Golden Cicada Mystic Robe]

[Golden Cicada Mystic Robe: A Grade Seven Spirit Treasure that can automatically defend against enemy attacks. At most, it can withstand a strike from a Soul Transformation Cultivator. If spiritual power is injected, its defense will be enhanced]

Han Jue raised an eyebrow.

Withstanding a strike from a Soul Transformation Cultivator, it's that powerful?

As expected of a Spirit Treasure that surpasses Magical Artifacts and Magic Treasures!

A Grade Seven Spirit Treasure—could there also be Grade Six, Grade Five, all the way to Grade One?

Just how strong would a Grade One Spirit Treasure be?

Han Jue guessed silently.

His mood was pleasant.

This wave was simply too awesome. Obtaining the Golden Cicada Mystic Robe greatly boosted his sense of security, and coupled with the Innate Cave Mansion, it could be called a massive harvest.

Putting on the Golden Cicada Mystic Robe would allow him to Cultivate with peace of mind without fearing sneak attacks.

Soul Transformation Cultivators were extremely rare; it was hard for the Jade Purity Sect to produce even one in several hundred years.

However, the Golden Cicada Mystic Robe could only protect him. If he ran into a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the other party couldn't kill him, but he couldn't kill the other party either.

Han Jue couldn't help revealing a smile.

"So happy to be third? Could it be that Fairy Xixuan told you to only strive for third place?" Old Immortal Dao Lei suddenly asked.

The two Disciples ahead turned their heads to look at Han Jue, their expressions strange.

They weren't fools and also felt that Han Jue's forfeiture was too bizarre. However, this was also a good thing for them, so they didn't question it.