Chapter 3794: Fairy Chixia’s Gambling

“I'm betting on the Lingyun Sword Sect Disciples. There are four of them participating today. I'm not saying they'll all be stopped here, just half of them.

If two of them successfully pass, I win; otherwise, Elder Ouyang wins.”

“Alright.”

Ouyang Pingjiang was full of confidence. In his opinion, at this stage of the competition, only strong cultivators remained, and even if the Lingyun Sword Sect had good luck, it was impossible for two of their Disciples to pass.

“Elder Chixia, what do you wish to wager?”

Fairy Chixia said, “If Elder Ouyang loses, I want the seven-core mushroom in your possession!”

Ouyang Pingjiang's expression changed slightly. The Three Great Sects knew a little about each other's treasures.

He possessed a seven-core mushroom, which was an extremely rare tenth-Rank immortal spirit grass, its value immeasurable.

Seeing his reaction, Fairy Chixia sneered, “What? Is Elder Ouyang afraid?”

“A joke! How could this old man be afraid?”

Ouyang Pingjiang said, “There's no problem betting with the seven-core mushroom, but I wonder what Elder Chixia will use as a stake?”

The meaning in his words was clear: a bet requires equality. Since he was asked to put up a tenth-Rank immortal spirit grass, the other party also needed to offer a corresponding stake.

“I certainly won't take advantage of Elder Ouyang.”

Fairy Chixia said, “If I lose, I'll give you the Jade Flow Void Wood in my possession.”

Upon hearing the words “Jade Flow Void Wood,” Ouyang Pingjiang's eyes immediately lit up.

This item was a top-tier Artifact Refining Material, its value no less than the seven-core mushroom. Most importantly, he had been searching for this item for a long time but had been unable to acquire it.

Since Fairy Chixia could offer it as a stake, and he was guaranteed to win, there was no reason to refuse.

“Alright, then it's a deal.”

Ouyang Pingjiang immediately agreed, seemingly afraid that the other party would go back on her word, and immediately looked to the side.

“I ask Daoist Brother Wu Huo to bear witness.”

Wu Huo Daojun laughed, “Alright, then I will be the notary.”

The three of them chatted and made a bet. Ouyang Pingjiang was extremely pleased, as he believed he had gained a piece of Jade Flow Void Wood.

Fairy Chixia also wore a faint smile on her face. The reason she made this bet was entirely for Ye Bufan.

Yesterday, she received a Medicinal Pill for healing from him, which completely cured her internal injuries.

This kindness needed to be repaid, but giving Immortal Crystals seemed inappropriate.

The other party was a doctor, so the best way was to give him an immortal spirit grass. Thus, she set her sights on Ouyang Pingjiang's seven-core mushroom.

As for the outcome of the bet, in her opinion, she had at least an eighty percent chance of winning, entirely out of trust in that Young man.

At this moment on the arena, Xifeng Lie showed a bitter smile. Standing opposite him was his Junior Brother Tan Ge.

Competition among fellow Disciples was something no one wanted to see.

Logically, with twenty-five people drawing lots, the probability of him and his Junior Brother drawing each other was not high, yet it happened.

Tan Ge, standing opposite, felt the same. Although unwilling, he was more open-minded in comparison.

“Senior Brother, I'll go down and cheer for you!”

Tan Ge cupped his hands and directly conceded defeat on the spot.

He only had the strength of an Immortal Lord in the Middle Stage, a cultivation level far inferior to Xifeng Lie's. In this situation, voluntarily withdrawing was the best choice.

Three matches had just begun, and one had already ended. The gazes of the remaining people were all focused on Leng Qingqiu.

Lingyun Sword Sect, now a resounding name in Yuangu City, was a Sect that had created a great miracle. Up to now, none of their five participating Disciples had been eliminated.

Especially the woman before them, she was undoubtedly the most dazzling among the crowd.

Although her strength was not particularly outstanding, with her Sword Art, she was able to fight above her Rank and had made it this far.

Opposite her was also a woman, originally a very beautiful female immortal, but she paled significantly under Leng Qingqiu's radiance.

Hua Luoying, a Core Disciple of the Phantom Shadow Sword Sect, with the strength of an Immortal Lord in the Middle Stage.

The clash between the two Sects was also one of the highlights of this match.

After all, in the previous match, Leng Qingqiu had just defeated Li Qianying of the Phantom Shadow Sword Sect, and now she had drawn a Disciple from the same Sect again, which truly felt like fate playing tricks.

Hua Luoying held her immortal sword, her gaze cold.

“You took advantage of a loophole to defeat my Junior Sister in the last match. Fortunately, heaven has eyes and gave me a chance for revenge. You're definitely losing this match!”

In her opinion, the reason Li Qianying lost the last match was because she was too careless.

If she had immediately struck with lethal intent at the start, the opponent would have had no chance to Breakthrough, and she herself wouldn't have been caught off guard and defeated.

But even if the opponent Broke Through, what then? She was an Immortal Lord in the Middle Stage, far superior to an Immortal Lord in the Early Stage who had just Broke Through. This was a good opportunity for revenge.

Facing her aggressive demeanor, Leng Qingqiu raised the Lvxian Sword in her hand, her voice indifferent, “Make your move!”

“Today, I'll let you witness the Sword Art of my Phantom Shadow Sword Sect, Phantom Thirteen Swords.”

Hua Luoying snorted coldly, holding her sword, her figure flickered, transforming into thirteen Clones.

Although she was confident of victory, she did not let her guard down. Learning from Li Qianying's lesson in the previous match, she immediately used the Phantom Shadow Sword Sect's strongest Sword Art, Phantom Thirteen Swords.

The thirteen figures, each radiating overwhelming killing intent and chilling Sword Qi, were indistinguishable from the true body.

Seeing this spectacular scene, the crowd below gasped in amazement.

“As expected of the Phantom Shadow Sword Sect, this Sword Art is simply divine…”

“What a miraculous Sword Art, the Phantom Shadow Sword Sect truly lives up to its reputation as one of the Five Great Sects…”

“Such powerful Sword Art, such high cultivation. The Lingyun Sword Sect is probably going to lose this time…”

Everyone present was shocked by the powerful strength displayed by Hua Luoying, and at the same time, they held their breath for Leng Qingqiu.

Ouyang Pingjiang chuckled, “That Little girl's Dao of the Sword has some skill, Elder Chixia, it seems you're going to lose this first round…”

But before he could finish speaking, a brilliant sword light suddenly exploded on the arena, like blooming fireworks, incredibly dazzling and beautiful, yet imbued with boundless killing intent.

Wherever the sword light passed, the thirteen figures on the stage exploded one after another.

This Sword Intent was simply too powerful, instantly destroying more than a dozen Clones. When the light disappeared, only Hua Luoying's true body remained.

At this moment, her face was pale, her body trembling, and there was an egg-sized blood-hole in her right chest, from which blood spurted wildly.

“This…”

People's mouths hung open, stunned and speechless.

The Phantom Shadow Sword Sect had always been known for its Sword Art, and coupled with this cultivation, ordinary people would find it difficult to resist, yet in front of Leng Qingqiu, she was defeated in a single move.

The most shocked was Hua Luoying herself. At this moment, her eyes were wide, filled with disbelief.

She was an Immortal Lord in the Middle Stage, her strength surpassing the opponent by one Rank.

Furthermore, coming from one of the Five Great Sects, she had originally thought this would be a battle of revenge, but she never expected to be defeated so miserably with just one move.

Although she was full of unwillingness, she also clearly understood that the opponent had shown mercy; otherwise, if that sword had directly pierced her left chest, she would have died on the spot.

Thinking of this, she did not continue to entangle and turned to jump off the arena.

“My heavens, the Lingyun Sword Sect has won again!”

The onlookers erupted in an uproar. From the beginning of the competition until now, this small Sect from Dile Heaven had repeatedly refreshed their understanding.

Leng Qingqiu ignored the reactions of the crowd and turned to jump off the arena.

Fairy Chixia smiled faintly, looking at Ouyang Pingjiang beside her, “Elder Ouyang, it seems you're the one who lost, aren't you?”

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