Chapter 472
Then he jumped off the stage.
The few members of Qingyuan Sect felt this scene was somewhat familiar, but this time, no one shouted "dark horse," because everyone with a discerning eye knew that Zhong Zhenyue had no chance of winning from the start.
What disappointed everyone more was that there was no storyteller on the stage of the Wife-Enhancing Duel.
The judges' panel, however, was more focused on another stage.
As the top contender of Qianlong, Jiang Yu was the second to defeat his opponent.
"This Qu Songyun is a wandering swordswoman, but her skills are truly impressive. She actually managed to withstand the Crown Prince's first strike?"
"As a woman, her martial arts have reached perfection. She can't possibly have eaten some divine instant noodles, can she?"
"What a pity! If she hadn't faced Jiang Yu so early, she might have gone much further."
On the map of the nation, Qu Songyun was a woman with hair covering half her face and bronze skin, resembling a smaller version of Guo Jing.
Facing Jiang Yu, she even dared to launch an attack.
But in the blink of an eye, a hand suddenly appeared before her, accompanied by a roar like a dragon, rapidly enlarging in her pupils. She wanted to dodge, but found there was no escaping the shadow of that hand.
In her eyes, Jiang Yu's figure vanished, seemingly transforming into a golden dragon. His true dragon body allowed him to naturally merge body and spirit.
She moved one arm, but held back, watching helplessly as she was sent flying off the stage.
"The true dragon body truly deserves its reputation as the strongest physique in the world," Qu Songyun said expressionlessly, swallowing the blood in her mouth.
Jiang Yu replied lightly, "A perfected martial art is rare."
It seemed this victory was insignificant to him.
In fact, his gaze remained fixed on the nearby stage.
.......
The match between Jiang Chulong and Master Cang Ai was so dull that the audience was nearly falling asleep.
"Hey, Master, could you move a little?"
"He practices the Immovable King’s golden body, a technique that hasn't been seen in Xuankong Temple for hundreds of years. They say even the Xuan Gui clan from Beihai feels inferior."
"Immovable or not, why is he just chanting? It's making me want to go up and knock him out."
The young talents and martial artists in the audience were chatting, but they all recognized Murong Xiao's prowess.
Few in the crowd had confidence in breaking through his defenses, and even if they did, it wouldn’t matter, as they hadn’t landed more hits than they received...
"If you can't break my Immovable King body, you probably won't be able to break the true dragon body either."
Murong Xiao's demeanor was solemn.
The Qingye Sword struck him, creating intense sparks, yet it left not a single mark.
"Oh, is that so..."
Jiang Chulong felt a sense of relief.
Perhaps Murong Xiao himself found it boring, so he asked, "Little Jiang, didn't Brother Li become the owner of Fengyue Pavilion? What does Fengyue Pavilion do?"
Li Mo: "!"
Oh no!
"Chulong, don't tell him!"
Jiang Chulong obediently kept quiet, but someone in the audience chimed in:
"What’s there to hide? Isn’t it just a brothel? Has the Master ever encountered women? Hehe..."
Several men who had visited Fengyue Pavilion wore slightly lewd smiles.
Murong Xiao's body tensed.
....
On the judges' panel, the purple-robed eunuch, Xie Yiding from Tianshan Sword Manor, and Master Du were serving as judges.
"Master Du, what do you think?" the purple-robed eunuch asked.
After careful observation, Xie Yiding replied, "The young lady's swordsmanship is far beyond what I could achieve at her age, and it seems this technique... has greater lethality against certain divine beings or certain demon clans?"
"Like the jiao, the snake, and so on," Master Du chuckled.
He almost mentioned dragon-related clans, but since the royal family was often said to have true dragon blood, he refrained from saying it outright.
Xie Yiding shook his head, "This Cang Ai Master is a Buddhist monk, so he naturally wouldn't be observing any true dragons or jiao dragons, let alone bloodlines..."
"Hey! Master Xie!"
"What is it?"
"The Master has horns growing on his head!"
Chapter 528: The Dual-Pupil is the Path of Invincibility; Why Borrow Another's Bones?
Today, the sun didn't shine, and the seats of the monks were not particularly conspicuous among the crowd.
The monk Huikong sat on a cushion, facing a burly monk with a thick beard and prominent features, his muscles resembling coiled dragons, radiating a faint golden light.
Beside the big monk was a frail little monk, looking thin and short, with arms like twigs but particularly thick joints.
"Fayuan, your little disciple is a natural dragon-elephant body, immensely strong, but..."
Huikong praised the frail little monk.
The big monk opposite him was the abbot of Longxiang Temple, Master Fayuan.
Fayuan rubbed his bald head and laughed heartily, "In the future, he will be a great demon-slayer. I can never win against you, but my disciple might just defeat yours."
Longxiang Temple and Xuankong Temple had different philosophies.
Longxiang Temple advocated punishing evil and promoting good, slaying demons but not people, killing to protect life, hence most of their monks were martial artists, while Xuankong Temple emphasized compassion and enlightenment.
When dealing with the southern border issues, the two temples had a disagreement.
Fayuan believed they should eradicate the root of the problem, while Huikong thought they should gradually enlighten.
In the end, they agreed that whoever first captured a seventh-level demon saint using their own methods would have the final say.
When Shang Qinqing appeared, Master Fayuan hadn’t even left and had already lost miserably...
"Let bygones be bygones," Huikong shook his head.
"I haven't finished. Cultivating strength also requires cultivating the heart. If Guankong wants to come to Xuankong Temple to read scriptures, he is always welcome."
"Reading scriptures is fine, but one shouldn't read too much."
Fayuan frowned, "Otherwise, he’ll end up like your Cang Ai... cough, who gave him that dharma name? Such a promising talent, only able to take hits without fighting back. What kind of nonsense is that? He might as well learn some martial arts from me."
Huikong shook his head; if they continued, it would turn into a debate over doctrines.
"That child indeed has a deep Buddhist root and a pure heart; he’s not suited for martial arts, he’s a natural child of Buddha."
"I want to see just how..." Fayuan turned to look at the stage, suddenly stunned:
"Huh? Why is your Buddha child emanating demonic energy...?"
On the stage.
"Has Murong Ge become stronger?"
Jiang Chulong looked at Murong Xiao, feeling a bit like giving up just now.
Previously, she couldn't break through the Immovable King golden body, and now Murong Xiao had horns sprouting from his head, with fine scales appearing on his face, making him look even more formidable.
The crowd was in an uproar.
Jiang Chulong turned her head and saw Brother Li waving in the crowd, seemingly saying something, was he cheering her on?
So, Princess Jiang perked up again, deciding to give it another shot.
She calmed her breathing and closed her eyes.
In the darkness, she could see her opponent's flaws more clearly; the Dragon-Slaying Sword technique sought to defeat the strong with the weak.
Jiang Chulong suddenly leaped up, the tip of her sword flickering as she thrust upward.
Thud—
"Eh?"
The sword tip pierced Murong Xiao's shoulder, and Jiang Chulong opened her eyes in confusion, her almond-shaped eyes behind cool sunglasses filled with bewilderment.
That was too easy.
Drip... a drop of blood flowed down the sword blade.
Everyone clearly saw that Murong Xiao's Immovable King golden body, which had never been broken before, had been shattered.
But many were equally confused, not understanding what had just happened.
"...I lost."
Murong Xiao felt like crying without tears; the wound on his shoulder was still healing, and it was happening quickly.
But the problem was, his golden body had been affected by demonic energy and had temporarily failed. The balance that had existed—Buddha light maintaining the golden body, demonic energy healing the wound—was now disrupted.
"This little girl is quite impressive, huh?"
"Wait... something's off. How could Master Cang Ai's Immovable King body suddenly be broken?"
"Did he just emit black smoke?"
Everything happened too quickly.
The crowd was still in a daze.
But under the canopy, the princes and princesses, each with different expressions, all turned to look at Jiang Yu, who had just stepped off the stage.
Murong Xiao was half-demon, and his bloodline was related to jiao dragons.
But that wasn't the point; the point was Jiang Chulong's swordsmanship.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword.
And Jiang Yu was a true dragon body...
"Who taught her such outrageous swordsmanship?" the Eighth Prince slammed the table.
Jiang Yu didn’t turn around; he simply replied calmly, "It doesn't matter who taught her. I will tell the world that this swordsmanship is meaningless and useless to learn."
Just as he spoke, the map of the nation was directly facing him.
His voice echoed throughout the capital and its outskirts, and for a moment, there was complete silence.
No one doubted the validity of his words.
It only made people remember that Jiang Chulong's next opponent was him.
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