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Seventh-Rank Advanced Soul Skill, Flying Cone Dance!, Spiral Dance!
Countless Seven Star Cones appeared in the Arena, occupying most of the space. Within a ten-meter radius around Wei Chen, shimmering Seven Star Cones slowly emerged.
With the strength of a pseudo Fifth Layer of Breakthrough, Ling Cong unleashed the Seventh-Rank Advanced Soul Skill, Flying Cone Dance!. This was his limit, his final strike! Gathering all his Soul Power, it was a battle of life and death!
The spectators erupted at the sight.
“Seventh-Rank Advanced Soul Skill, Flying Cone Dance!, Wei Chen is finished this time; his strength simply cannot withstand the Seventh-Rank Advanced Soul Skill, Flying Cone Dance!”
“Yeah, it’s hopeless. Even if the Fourteenth Prince’s Spiral Dance isn’t pure, Wei Chen is still no match. The fact that he has held on against Ling Cong with his Spirit Wisdom Realm Sevenfold is already a miracle.”
“In this duel, the ultimate winner will still be Wei Chen. It’s foreseeable that after this battle, Ling Cong will be rendered useless.”
“The Fourteenth Prince is just too young and inexperienced; forcing himself to elevate his Soul Power Realm so much would naturally lead to failure.”
“But Wei Chen... he has lost…”
“Unless a miracle occurs!”
Elegant and the people from Dingsheng Trading Company looked on in panic at that scene. Even Old Man Han Mang, who was below the Arena, had a grim expression.
Weirou stared at the swirling cones, her body trembling involuntarily. Sitting beside her, Mi and Mo noticed something unusual about her.
“Wei Chen... Weirou... could it be that there’s some connection between them?” she thought to herself.
“Die!” At that moment, Ling Cong shouted fiercely, and all the cones shot towards Wei Chen at high speed!
Caught in the eye of the storm, there was no way for Wei Chen to break free! Even swinging the Star-Chasing Moon-Slicing Sword, he couldn’t fend off so many sharp cones! The rank of Spiral Dance was inherently above that of Wei Chen’s sword!
Many people couldn’t bear to watch and closed their eyes. Elegant bowed her head deeply, unable to witness the scene of Wei Chen being pierced into a pulp by countless cones. Weirou, too, shut her eyes in disbelief, resenting her own lack of strength for not being able to help Wei Chen. She loathed the unfairness of this world; after finally meeting here, they were about to part ways without even having exchanged a word.
After a few breaths, pairs of eyes opened, focusing on the Arena. The imagined scene of blood and chaos did not materialize; instead, they saw the Fourteenth Prince, Ling Cong, standing dazedly in the Arena!
"Where is Wei Chen?"
"Not a drop of blood on him; Wei Chen is unharmed!"
"He managed to evade the Peach Blossom Island Master and enter the Arena before; it seems he can still do so now!"
"Look over there!"
As one gaze followed another, Wei Chen slowly appeared, a teasing smile on his face.
"A short-distance Space Teleportation Array allowed me to escape your attack range. I must say, your speed in releasing that Soul Technique was rather slow. If it had been ten times faster, I might truly have been finished here."
Wei Chen smiled lightly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd. Many expressions fell into his sight, especially the tear streaks on Elegant's face, which lingered deeply in his mind.
"Is that woman worried about me?" Wei Chen thought with a bitter smile.
Meanwhile, the Veiled Girl beside Mi and Mo caught his attention for a long moment. "Sister Wei Rou, how did you become part of the Black Moon Sect upon our reunion? Could it be that the Black Moon Sect is merely a facade created by the Soul Palace?"
As this thought crossed his mind, countless ideas swirled through Wei Chen's head.
Ling Cong glared at Wei Chen with resentment before swaying and collapsing. He had lost—lost in a disgraceful manner. Losing once meant losing everything; he had wagered it all.
Han Mang flew onto the Arena, his expression slightly excited as he stared at Wei Chen and whispered, "So you've learned short-distance space transmission?"
"I suppose so; it was forced out of me in a moment of desperation. At another time, I might not have succeeded," Wei Chen feigned humility. In truth, he had thoroughly studied that formation before entering the Arena to escape such large-scale Soul Technique attacks. Now he secretly rejoiced at his decision; studying that formation had proven to be an excellent choice.
Mr. Mo flew away in frustration. According to their agreement, he could no longer occupy the position of Peach Blossom Island Master. Whether he would adhere to their agreement remained uncertain.
"In fair combat, even if one dies, there’s no reason to seek trouble. The Fourteenth Prince forcibly enhanced his power and became a cripple; you wouldn't blame me and Wei Chen for this, would you?"
Han Mang looked towards the royal family, smiling lightly as he asked.
Ling Jue Lei quickly stood up and bowed to Han Mang, saying, "This matter has nothing to do with you and Wei Chen; it was Ling Cong's own doing. He will bear all the consequences himself."
"That's good to hear. From now on, Wei Chen is the Young Master of Peach Blossom Island. Anyone who targets him or his allies will be considered an enemy of Peach Blossom Island!"
With that, Han Mang took Wei Chen by the hand and flew away from the Ancient Spirit Academy, heading straight towards Peach Blossom Island.
The battle had concluded, and Wei Chen had won decisively, while Ling Cong had not only lost but had also become a cripple, causing significant damage to the royal family's reputation and turning them into a laughingstock.
As people gradually dispersed, they felt that spending so much money to witness such an exciting duel was well worth it.
Inside Dingsheng Trading Company, Elegant sat together with Grandpa Ding and Elder Di, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
"Elder Di, Wei Chen's status is different now. What should we do about our plans against Ancient Spirit Academy?" Elegant asked Elder Di.
Elder Di pondered for a moment before responding, "What is his stance?"
"As long as he doesn't go after Mu Qingyan, Musa, Mu Yang, or Jiang Langying, he doesn't care about anyone else," Elegant replied with a bitter smile. "But who knows if that's really true?"
"I believe that Wei Chen is quite stubborn. He won't care about unrelated matters. Let's proceed according to his wishes. The people he mentioned are not the ones in power of the Mu Family. As long as we eliminate Mu Ba, Mu Shengfeng, and Mu Shengfeng's two sons, Mu Hua and Mu Qiong, that will suffice. After that, we'll see what the situation looks like. If things turn unfavorable, Dingsheng Trading Company will withdraw entirely from Ling Sheng Dynasty," Elder Di said calmly.
Elegant nodded but furrowed his brow as he asked, "Elder Di, I noticed something unusual at Ancient Spirit Academy today."
"What was it?"
"The people from Black Moon Sect. They seemed fine at first glance, but I felt their demeanor was overly calm. Master Mi and Elder Mo from Black Moon Sect showed no signs of emotion during the duel between Wei Chen and Ling Cong; they didn't even shift their gaze away from them. They completely ignored Ancient Spirit Academy and its higher-ups, which is quite unusual. Black Moon Sect usually operates discreetly but shouldn't lack basic respect for Ancient Spirit Academy," Elegant analyzed.
Elder Di frowned and asked, "Elegant, what do you mean?"
"Soul Palace has always been shrouded in mystery; no one knows where it is located. However, nothing can be hidden without a trace. The only explanation is that Soul Palace is concealed beneath Cloud Spirit Sect. That Cloud Spirit Sect isn't insignificant and operates quietly..."
Elder Di and Grandpa Ding both changed their expressions slightly. After Elegant's analysis, it seemed she was indeed correct.
"This matter is worth investigating. The Soul Palace has nothing to do with us, but its existence poses a significant threat to the entire Soul World. If we can eliminate a branch of the Soul Palace, our Dingsheng Trading Company will also gain some prestige in the Central Domain," Elder Di said calmly.
"Aren't you afraid of offending the Soul Palace?" Elegant asked.
Elder Di snorted coldly and replied, "Afraid? What is there to be afraid of? No matter how strong the Soul Palace is, as long as they dare to show their face in the Central Domain, they will be treated like a rat in the street, everyone will want to beat them. The top forces in the Central Domain have an unspoken agreement; those who kill members of the Soul Palace will set aside their differences and work together."
"That's good to hear. I will have someone investigate this matter. I'm just worried that they might take advantage during the Ling City War; that's a tactic the Soul Palace often employs."
"That's fine; we just need to be cautious. The strength of the Soul Palace's branch in the Ling Sheng Dynasty is not top-tier."
In the royal inner city, Ling Jue Lei and Ling Ao arrived at a secret chamber together. The chamber was simply furnished, and a middle-aged man dressed in a Golden Dragon Robe sat quietly inside; he was Ling Jueyun, the Current Emperor of the Ling Sheng Dynasty.
"Your Highness, Ling Cong lost," Ling Jue Lei said.
"Mm."
Ling Jueyun merely nodded lightly without even opening his eyes.
"Ling Cong used secret methods to forcibly elevate himself by nine levels, from Spirit Wisdom Realm Level Five to Fifth Layer of Breakthrough, yet he still lost. He has become a cripple and will likely remain at Spirit Wisdom Realm Level Five for life, unable to advance any further."
"Mm."
Ling Jueyun continued to nod lightly.
"What are your thoughts, Your Highness?"
"Let him go to the border to lead troops and bestow upon him the title of Rash King. Hopefully, he can learn a lesson from this. Being used as a pawn by Mighty without realizing it and ending up as a cripple is what he deserves."
Finally, Ling Jueyun opened his eyes, and two flashes of golden light flickered briefly.
As he looked closely, his eyes had already turned golden.
“Father, have you broken through to Earth Soul Realm Level Four?” Ling Ao exclaimed in surprise.
Ling Jue Lei also wore a joyful expression. Ling Jueyun's breakthrough was a true morale booster for the royal family, serving as a stabilizing force for the Sea God.
“Earth Soul Realm Level Four is the limit of my abilities. Ling Ao, you must practice diligently; your talent is better than mine was at your age. Soon, I will pass the throne to you. Have you thought about how to proceed?”
“Father, I will let my younger brother handle the affairs of state. Although he may not be as talented in cultivation, he is steady and capable in dealing with matters. He is the best choice. Moreover, I have a good relationship with him, so I can trust him to manage the government,” Ling Ao replied.
“Very well. If you can think this way, then I am at ease. Your Soul Power Gift has the potential to reach the Soul Realm in the future. If your cultivation is delayed by political affairs, it would be a loss. The throne must belong to you to maintain authority.”
After Ling Jueyun finished speaking, he turned to Ling Jue Lei and said, “Second brother, assist Ling Ao wholeheartedly. Our Ling Sheng Dynasty is about to enter a prosperous era and become the largest Holy Dynasty in the Eastern Region within decades. If we live to see that day, even if we die afterward, we can do so with smiles on our faces. As for Ling Cong, I have never valued him; his schemes are deep but narrow-minded. Even without this incident, he would not be able to cultivate to Earth Soul Realm. Achieving Earth Soul Realm requires not only talent but also determination.”
“Rest assured, elder brother. I will do my utmost to assist Ao'er; everything is worth it for the prosperity of Ling Sheng Dynasty.”
“Hmm.” Ling Jueyun nodded and looked at Ling Ao with a light smile. “Ling Ao, how is the preparation for your wedding with the Mu Family Girl going?”
Upon hearing this, Ling Ao's expression instantly darkened.
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