Daoist Competition

Chapter 1365: Chapter 69: Spiritual Qiu Phoenix Sword, Crying Sparrow Bag (Part 2)

The distance between the two Dharma Platforms was only a few miles. The disciple quickly arrived at Du Shixun’s place and reported Elder Yan’s words without any alteration.

Du Shixun sneered, "Go back and tell Elder Yan that I accept this challenge."

After speaking, he cast his gaze downward toward Zhang Yan.

Before he could say anything, Xing Fuli stepped forward and said, "Junior Sect Leader, this humble one wishes to go." He turned his head and said to Zhang Yan, "True Master Zhang, your mana is profound; it’s better to leave this match to me."

While speaking, he continually cupped his hands toward him.

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Since Daoist Xing is willing, I shall remain seated on the Dharma Platform and await good news."

Du Shixun frowned. Elder Yan wanted him to make the arrangements, and he naturally had no fear. Although only Zhang Yan and Xing Fuli were beside him, Zhang Yan was a Nascent Soul Second Realm with mana far surpassing a First Realm Cultivator and was invited from outside the sect, making him a suitable choice. However, Xing Fuli volunteered, and being willing to pledge his allegiance, he couldn’t dampen his enthusiasm.

However, he feared Xing might lose, so he decisively took an item from his Sleeve Bag and tossed it over, saying, "Take this treasure for your protection."

Xing Fuli caught it, channeling Spiritual Energy into it and realizing this Dharma Treasure was extraordinary. Delighted, he bowed and ascended to the Heavenly Vault.

He was not acting on impulse but had a clear understanding that merely relying on flattery in Du Shixun’s service was insufficient. Perhaps he could gain some trivial benefits, but to truly gain favor, he had to demonstrate his abilities.

At present, both sides were merely probing, and the fighting was not intense, as those with strong combat power were far from entering the fray. At this moment, engaging in a duel still held some chance of victory; waiting any longer would be seeking death.

He stood above the clouds and announced loudly, "Lan Jiguang secretly used an Evil Technique to harm others just now, which is not a true skill. I, Xing Fuli, have come specifically to seek instruction. May I ask if there is a Master from the Xuanyue Sect who dares to accept the challenge?"

After a moment, a person indeed emerged from the opposite side, just as he expected. It was not a disciple under the Xuanyue Sect but a blue-robed cultivator with broad sleeves, fine eyebrows, fair skin, a well-proportioned figure, and a very refined appearance. A phoenix head sword hung at his waist, and judging by his robe, he was not a member of the Xuanyue Sect.

Xing Fuli’s sharp eyes noticed the unique design of the sword, suspecting that the individual might have some connections with the Fengxiang Sword Sect, causing him to ponder.

His thoughts swirled, and suddenly he had an idea. He first took out the Dharma Treasure granted by Du Shixun and displayed it in his hand for the opponent to see clearly, then transmitted a message, "Fellow Daoist, our cultivations are similar; if we must fight to determine a winner, the victor will either be dead or wounded. How about we try another method?"

After seeing the Dharma Treasure, the blue-robed cultivator frowned and transmitted back, "What do you propose?"

Xing Fuli then took out a cloth bag and said, "As long as you can take this treasure of mine, I will immediately admit defeat and will not go back on my word."

If both sides are not mortal enemies and do not want to fight to the death, such duels are quite common among cultivators.

The blue-robed cultivator pondered, realizing that in front of sect cultivators, even without taking an oath, he had no fear of the opponent breaking his word. Confident in his Supreme Treasure’s protection, he replied boldly, "Very well, as you say."

Xing Fuli was secretly pleased, but his face remained calm as he said, "Fellow Daoist, catch well."

He shook the cloth bag, the opening facing out, and gently caressed it, causing the bag to bulge as if filled with air. Then, rippling, it spewed out a mass of black wind and Evil Qi.

The blue-robed cultivator focused his attention, wary of any tricks from the opponent. If something seemed wrong, he would retreat even at the cost of admitting defeat. However, upon seeing it, he realized that although the black wind was formidable, it could still be blocked with his treasure. Assured, he flicked his wrist and raised a copper plate. The plate flipped in mid-air, reflecting an auspicious light that enveloped him.

The black qi howled from afar, but when approaching, it suddenly split, like ghostly claws wrapping around the cultivator, tightening and accumulating endlessly.

Yet, the auspicious light inside was undiminished, radiating brightly like a star lamp.

Seeing Xing Fuli’s methods, the blue-robed cultivator was reassured and continued his maneuvers.

Xing Fuli scrutinized further, making a judgment. Although the opponent was competent, he did not appear experienced in battle arrays, making Xing secretly grin, "Master Xing’s luck isn’t bad."

He tapped the bag, and suddenly a black sparrow flew out. After chirping twice toward the opponent, it turned back.

Upon hearing the bird’s cry, the blue-robed cultivator’s spiritual mechanism became disordered, causing him to nearly fall. Startled, he hurriedly tried to stabilize his stance.

Xing Fuli had been waiting for this opportunity and wouldn’t miss it. Urging his mana, the boundless black qi squeezed toward the center, instantly shattering the auspicious light without a master. The blue-robed cultivator cried out miserably, suddenly transforming into a swift sword light, tearing through the black qi and vanishing into the Xuanyue Formation.

Xing Fuli was briefly stunned, feeling a twinge of fear.

If the opponent hadn’t fled just now and had instead counterattacked with a sword, he might not have been able to resist.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, mimicking Lan Jiguang’s earlier demeanor, bowing toward Yang Shuyong. Not daring to linger, he initiated a tunneling light and hurried back to the Dharma Platform. Upon landing, he exhaled, saluted Du Shixun with a smile, and said, "Junior Sect Leader, this humble one didn’t disgrace his mission."

Although he left somewhat hastily at the end, which made Du Shixun somewhat dissatisfied, he had won a battle, so there was no fault to be found. Du Shixun offered a few comforting words, rewarded him with many prizes, and sent him away.

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