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Wei Chen didn't even bow this time, nor did he glance at Donghua. He stood up and sprinted towards the Cloud Spirit Sect.
The cool breeze dried his cold sweat, and Wei Chen cast aside the thought of apprenticing under Donghua, feeling incredibly refreshed.
His physical condition was exceptional, and long-distance running didn't tire him much.
“Damn Donghua, just a murderous maniac. With that radiant Black Lotus, I’ll eventually reach a profound realm. Why do I need to kill or rely on someone else's power to gain respect?”
Wei Chen cursed the twisted Donghua in his heart. “If I can't get back to the Cloud Spirit Sect in time to duel Zhao Song, that would be too embarrassing.”
He ran like the wind, covering several miles in no time. Donghua floated high above, closely following him.
“This fellow has a stubborn temper and a bit of feminine compassion; he won’t randomly kill for profit. He’s somewhat principled,” he thought.
After a while, Donghua landed in front of Wei Chen, but Wei Chen merely glanced at him without stopping, instead picking up speed.
“Who knows what that maniac wants me to do? After all, he’s my ancestor; I can’t offend him. It’s better not to provoke him.”
Wei Chen silently scolded himself as his pace gradually slowed; after all, his stamina was limited.
“Child, why are you running so fast? Are you eager to seek death? That way lies the national border, guarded by a hundred thousand elite troops from Liao Kingdom. Do you think you can get through?” Donghua shouted.
As dawn broke, Wei Chen indeed saw the distant Liao flags.
“I respect you as an elder of our sect; since you brought me out here, you should be responsible for taking me back.”
The other party was an elder, a great master—someone who could easily end his life with a mere poke—but Wei Chen had a feeling that despite Donghua's wickedness, he wouldn’t kill him.
“Alright then,” Donghua said with a grin as he grabbed Wei Chen and soared into the sky. In less than half an hour, they returned to the Cloud Spirit Sect.
"Thank you, Master Ancestor. I have important matters to attend to, so I won't keep you," Wei Chen said, waving his hand as he tried to slip away.
"What matters do you have?" Donghua asked, displeased.
"According to the special rules of the Cloud Spirit Sect, I am going to duel with an Inner Sect Disciple."
"With your level of strength, you think you can duel an Inner Sect Disciple? Setting aside the Soul Power intensity, just look at the Soul Techniques. The power of a Second-Rank Soul Technique is ten times greater than that of a First-Rank Soul Technique. How do you plan to fight?"
Wei Chen fell silent. Even if he couldn't win, he still wanted to fight. Choosing Zhao Song over Song Qingshan was a decision he had carefully considered.
"Child, I have a Sixth-Rank Soul Skill here. If you can grasp even a fraction of it, you'll be able to defeat an average Refined Realm Inner Sect Disciple. Do you want to learn it?"
Donghua pulled out a yellow-covered book and waved it in front of Wei Chen with a sly grin.
Wei Chen's eyes widened in shock as he saw the four large characters on the cover: "Beauty Compendium!"
Noticing Wei Chen's strange expression, Donghua realized he had hastily grabbed the wrong item and felt extremely embarrassed.
"I took the wrong one; it's this book."
He switched it for another one, and Wei Chen's heart raced!
The Sixth-Rank Soul Skill—Silent Extinction Finger!
But clearly, Donghua Master had questionable character. Apprenticeship?
Wei Chen felt torn and conflicted deep inside.
At noon, the central square of the Cloud Spirit Sect was bustling with activity.
This time, more than eight hundred outer disciples were selected for the assessment, including a few Registered Disciples who had only joined the Cloud Spirit Sect a month ago but managed to break through in that short time, becoming a topic of admiration.
After the selection of outer disciples, the highlight was the special challenge competition unique to the Cloud Spirit Sect.
Among the more than eight hundred outer disciples, three had issued challenges. Compared to the other two pairs, the duel between Wei Chen and Zhao Song was not particularly remarkable.
Wei Chen arrived at the square surrounded by dozens of senior sisters from the Flower Soul Lineage and Elder Yunyun. Countless envious gazes were focused on Wei Chen. Being surrounded by so many beautiful women was bound to attract jealousy.
"Wei Chen, just do your best without any burden. With me here, I will ensure your safety," Elder Yunyun reassured him.
Ji Mei also threw him a flirtatious smile and said, "Wei Junior Brother, I believe in you! Beat Zhao Song until he can't find his teeth! Bring honor to our Flower Soul Lineage! If you win, I’ll give you a special reward."
Elder Yunyun was used to Ji Mei's style and didn't react much, but Wei Chen felt quite uncomfortable and awkwardly didn't know how to respond.
"Wei Chen, don't get hurt. Zhao Song is at the third level of the Refined Realm; you won't be able to defeat him," Weirou said gently, her eyes filled with deep concern as if she wished she could step in for Wei Chen.
The first rank of Spirit Realm focuses on enhancing physical quality and reaction ability, while the Second Rank Spirit Refinement Realm greatly amplifies one's comprehension of Soul Power. Not only can one cultivate Second-Rank Soul Techniques, but releasing Soul Techniques is also significantly smoother compared to the Spirit Realm. By reaching the Third Rank Fate Soul Realm, one can summon their Martial Soul to fight, stepping into the ranks of martial arts experts.
Everyone had little faith in Wei Chen since there was a significant gap in realms.
"I'll handle it; don't worry," Wei Chen nodded in agreement.
"Junior Brother Wei, look over there."
Following Ji Mei's point direction, he saw a sullen-faced young man arriving at the square under the escort of disciples from the Golden Soldier Lineage.
"Junior Brother Wei, that person is His Highness the Third Prince of the Royal Family, Yang Minghuang. For some unknown reason, he has traveled thousands of miles south to join the Cloud Spirit Sect. In just a month, he has advanced to the outer sect and is now challenging Su Jing, an Inner Sect Disciple from the Wind Thunder Lineage," Ji Mei explained, as another group of people arrived.
Among them was a striking young man, appearing to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, walking with his head held high and exuding an air of arrogance.
"He is Xiao Xuan, the most outstanding disciple in this outer sect assessment. He has joined the Fire Soul Vein and is challenging disciples from the Earth Vein," Ji Mei continued, seemingly knowledgeable about everything. Wei Chen took note of this.
"The three challenges will be held in succession. Your duel with Zhao Song will be in between; the first match is Yang Minghuang against Su Jing."
As they spoke, the Elder Enforcer of the Cloud Spirit Sect had already stepped onto the makeshift Arena, delivering some opening remarks. Yang Minghuang and Su Jing each took their positions on the Arena.
The area around the Arena was packed with spectators, cheering for their respective factions.
The Golden Soldier Lineage ranks second among the ten lineages of the Cloud Spirit Sect and is quite powerful. Although the Wind Thunder Lineage ranks fourth, Yang Minghuang is challenging Su Jing, who is recognized as one of their most outstanding Inner Sect Disciples and ranked seventh overall. It seemed he had little chance of winning.
Would this be a one-sided battle?
The Elder Enforcer announced the start of the match and stepped down from the Arena.
Yang Minghuang and Su Jing locked eyes, sparks seemingly flying between them.
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