Chapter 50: Exchange (4)

"That's Lu Song! I've heard Master mention him many times; he's the number one Genius of the Hengyue School in the last hundred years. The Xuandao Sect is definitely going to lose this time!"

"Fifth Senior Brother, you can do it! We look up to you!"

The Hengyue School Inner Sect Disciples cheered excitedly, the failures of the previous two matches allowing them to regain their confidence at this moment. Some female Disciples even looked infatuated, immediately taking a liking to Lu Song.

Immortal Master Huang Long also smiled, thinking that Lu Song's appearance this time would surely lead to victory!

Wang Zhuo glanced at Lu Song with jealousy, letting out a soft snort.

The Disciples of the Xuandao Sect also showed surprise in their eyes. Lu Song's reputation was like thunder to them; he had made a stunning appearance in the exchange twenty years ago. Although he ultimately lost, he left a deep impression on the Xuandao Sect Elders.

Elder Ouyang's expression darkened slightly, and he said, "Xu Mu, I permit you to unseal Grandmaster's Seal and display your true strength!"

Xu Mu's expression was serious. He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a dark yellow paper talisman stuck to his chest.

The Elders of the Hengyue School were all startled. After carefully examining the paper talisman, they each showed looks of shock.

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, this paper talisman…" Immortal Master Huang Long said, losing his composure.

Elder Ouyang's eyes flashed, and he calmly said, "Immortal Master Huang Long, there's something I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify. Today's exchange, if my Xuandao Sect wins, in addition to the previous conditions, there's one more thing: this Hengyue Peak needs to be borrowed by my Xuandao Sect for five hundred years!"

Everyone's expressions changed. Immortal Master Huang Long narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow Daoist Ouyang, are you joking?!"

Elder Ouyang shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Huang Long, you've seen this paper talisman. The Spiritual Qi on it could only be created by a Nascent Soul Stage ancestor. To be frank, one of my Xuandao Sect's ancestors has returned from a Tier 4 Cultivation Country's Extraterritorial Battlefield… He brought back news that all of your Hengyue School's ancestors have died."

Immortal Master Huang Long's expression changed. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Ouyang, stop spouting nonsense, or don't blame the Hengyue School for being merciless!"

Elder Ouyang smiled slightly and said, "My Xuandao Sect is precisely considering our past friendship, which is why we didn't * and instead showed the Hengyue School some courtesy. If the Hengyue School wins this competition, then this matter will be over. I've delivered my message, Fellow Daoist Huang Long, let's continue the competition!"

The Hengyue School Inner Sect Disciples were all confused, but they all felt a heavy stone pressing on their hearts, and the sky seemed to darken at that moment.

Wang Lin's heart was startled, thinking that what Situ Nan had said was indeed true; the cultivation world truly differentiated Ranks based on countries.

Sun Dazhu's face was pale, his eyes unfocused, and he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over. The ancestors are all dead. The Hengyue School used to be able to rely on its ancestors being out there to deter other Schools and barely maintain its footing, but now… it's over! Damn it, if the Tier 4 Cultivation Country Azure Dragon Great Nation hadn't withdrawn all Nascent Soul Stage ancestors from the State of Zhao 500 years ago for the struggle over the Extraterrestrial Star, the Hengyue School wouldn't have ended up like this."

Immortal Master Huang Long saw that his Junior Brothers and Disciples were all flustered. He suppressed the unease in his heart and loudly shouted, "All Hengyue School members, do not panic! The truth of this matter will be discerned by the Core Formation Stage Elders within the School. Why are you all panicking?! Lu Song, continue the competition!"

Lu Song, who was on the stone platform, had also been startled by Elder Ouyang's words. He now composed himself, opened his mouth, and spat out a Purple Glow. As soon as the Purple Glow appeared, it immediately expanded, transforming into a large hand shimmering with Dark Light, grabbing towards Xu Mu.

Xu Mu's expression shifted slightly. Without a word, he patted his Storage Pouch, and six golden, glittering orbs flew out to meet it. Lu Song sneered, secretly forming a magic Seal with his right hand. The large hand in mid-air swung, and suddenly a strange wind arose. The six Golden Orbs trembled slightly, deviating from their trajectory.

This strange wind even caused the Spiritual Qi within Xu Mu's body to become chaotic. His expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Explode!"

The six Golden Orbs exploded simultaneously, sending out a circular shockwave that forced the surrounding spectators to retreat repeatedly.

Lu Song snorted coldly, scoffing, "Petty tricks!" The large hand in mid-air clenched into a fist, disregarding the explosion of the Golden Orbs, its speed undiminished, and swiftly smashed down.

Xu Mu's face was bloodless. Seeing the strange hand about to press down from above, he gritted his teeth. Suddenly, an object floated out of his Storage Pouch—a seemingly ordinary yellow paper. Xu Mu bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

The fresh blood in mid-air rapidly transformed from mist into liquid, condensing together like a Blood Dragon. Xu Mu didn't even blink, forming a magic Seal with his right hand and muttering incantations. The Blood Dragon twisted, its head and tail connecting, forming a strange diagram that fiercely imprinted itself onto the yellow paper!

The yellow paper suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a small sun. The fist smashing down in mid-air rapidly dissipated at a visible speed.

When Wang Lin saw this, his heart stirred. He also had one of these paper talismans in his Storage Pouch!

"It's actually a Spirit Treasure!" Lu Song frowned, flicked his large sleeve, and immediately two White Dragons flew out. They quickly circled in mid-air and struck Xu Mu with lightning speed.

Xu Mu let out a bitter laugh. All his energy was currently focused on resisting the opponent's giant strange fist in mid-air. He was utterly powerless to resist these two Flying Swords that had transformed into White Dragons.

Just as the two White Dragons revealed their ferocious gaping mouths, at this critical moment, a cold snort suddenly came from among the Xuandao Sect Disciples.

Immediately after, a black long rainbow instantly shot out from among the Xuandao Sect Disciples, easily coiling around the two White Dragons, emitting creaking sounds as if unable to bear the weight. The White Dragons rapidly shrank, eventually turning into two small silver swords. The black long rainbow forcefully contracted, and with a 'snap', the two Flying Swords broke in half and fell onto the stone platform.

Lu Song's expression instantly changed. His Flying Sword, which was cultivated with his mind, was destroyed. He spat out a mouthful of blood, showing a look of horror. The large hand pressing down on Xu Mu's head also dissipated, unable to maintain its form due to the damage to his mind.

Xu Mu escaped a calamity, quickly grabbed the yellow paper, and swiftly retreated, a look of relief appearing on his face. Lu Song now walked down the stone platform with a dejected expression.

Immortal Master Huang Long's expression darkened, and he shouted, "Xuandao Sect, don't be too presumptuous!" Several of his fellow Junior Brothers beside him also glared angrily, and some short-tempered ones had already taken out their personal Magic Treasures, looking as if they would fight at the slightest disagreement!

Most of the Inner Sect Disciples also understood what was happening and showed angry expressions. The other two Purple-robed Disciples looked solemn, their eyes fixed on the middle-aged man standing at the back of the Xuandao Sect.

That cold snort just now was precisely from him.

Elder Ouyang looked back at the middle-aged man and shook his head with a wry smile, "This third match, your Hengyue School wins. As for what just happened, this old man…"

"Old Man Ouyang, stop spouting so much nonsense. This Hengyue School is nothing special!" The middle-aged man standing at the back walked out arrogantly. With a stomp of his foot, the ground immediately made cracking sounds, and a long, thin crack instantly appeared from beneath his foot, spreading to the edge of the stone platform.