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Since their initial encounter, the four of them—Yuezi, Gu Ping, Jiang Anbo, and Hong Yulong—had become somewhat familiar with each other. Except for Hong Ling, the other three visited the Universe Hall daily. Gu Ping would often seek to dispel one or two instances of the Nine Nether Cold Qi, going to the Ancestor in the Universe Hall for assistance.
Jiang Anbo and Hong Yulong never asked questions, and Gu Ping didn’t feel the need to explain. After all, it was a personal matter, and there was no obligation to share every detail.
Those from Tiandong who enjoyed sparring in the Grand Arena were well aware that several formidable cultivators frequented the arena during those days. Notably, Hong Yulong and Gu Ping had impressive records; since their duel, neither had lost regardless of who was at fault. Such cultivators were highly sought after in a match against Tu Ling.
Many were waiting for Hong Yulong or Gu Ping to clash with Tu Ling, but the three of them appeared in the arena almost daily, making it seem unlikely that they would face off anytime soon. Observers grew increasingly anxious as they watched.
Gu Ping had asked Hong Yulong why he wasn’t more proactive. Hong Yulong replied that he lacked confidence in securing a victory, at least until he faced Xu Qiaoshan. Winning against Xu Qiaoshan, who held the Heavenly Ranking Thirty-First position, would be necessary before challenging Tu Ling.
However, despite sending out a challenge, it seemed that Xu Qiaoshan was taking his time to respond. Jiang Anbo found this behavior somewhat contemptible; he felt that someone ranked so low should not be so hesitant about facing a Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivator. The reputation of Xu Qiaoshan and his companions was not particularly impressive either.
Five or six days had passed since then, and finally, on a bright moonlit night, Bu Luo inquired along the way and found himself at the Grand Arena just in time to witness Zhu Lan and Jiang Anbo’s second match.
Yan Dong returned from the Universe Hall where he had met with the Ancestor. Xu Qiaoshan had already arrived; his towering figure was even taller than Hong Yulong’s impressive height. He seemed to possess an imposing stature akin to a powerful steed.
With a long blade strapped at his waist, he exuded an aura of unstoppable force, radiating an overwhelming presence that commanded attention.
Xu Qiaoshan.
Hong Yulong.
Even though the two had never met before, they could recognize each other at a glance from the descriptions in the Heavenly Ranking. The tension in the air was palpable as the cultivators betting on the outcome between Jiang Anbo and Zhu Lan fell silent, even the sound of swallowing could be heard clearly.
Clang.
Xu Qiao placed his left leg on the hilt of his long sword, pressing slightly towards Dongyi. The magical artifact known as Purple Sky Thunder Slash scraped against the ground, producing a resonant sound like tiny thunder, signaling the brewing storm for Jie Donglai.
I wondered who would win between those two.
Hong Yulong watched as Jiang Anbo and Zhu Lan continued their fierce battle. The fight had reached a fever pitch, with a jade flute and a precious sword transforming the air into a sea of bamboo and an ocean of flames, clashing against each other. The fire sought to burn down the bamboo forest, but the bamboo continued to sprout and grow, making it impossible to tell who was stronger or weaker.
At their level of spiritual power, both were evenly matched. Neither could gain an advantage over the other; it would come down to who could recover faster and strike harder after this stalemate.
Zhu Lan and Jiang Anbo had encountered Guo the Butcher in Jiangnan, delaying their journey by several months. They had certainly heard about what happened in Tiandong's first city and were familiar with the names of these two young men, who were far stronger than when they had first reached their Golden Core stage.
Both had solid foundations; I don't deny that. Being ranked thirty-fourth in the Earth Ranking seemed a bit low.
But why did I feel that my rank of thirtieth in the Heavenly Ranking was somewhat high?
Having received favors from someone and possessing two major artifacts, he couldn't deny that his ascent to Pseudo Golden Core was not far off; thirtieth wasn't too high.
I felt confident enough to suppress all Peak of Nascent Soul cultivators in Tiandong.
It was uncertain whether Bu Luo could match that person in battle; if so, it would determine Donglai's fate.
Listening to the two's conversation, straightforward and without any pretense, openly discussing their own evaluations and strengths, it was clear that neither of them possessed the overwhelming presence of a powerful cultivator who would disdain to use any underhanded schemes. Regardless of the myriad changes in circumstances, their strength lay in a single decisive strike. The spectators around them couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
"Gu Ping?" Xu Qiaoshan tentatively mentioned the name that Yan Dong seemed to regard with some caution.
"Gu Ping," Hong Yulong nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Could that person truly defeat Teng Lan?
It seemed that in a few months, it wouldn't just be a matter of defeating Teng Lan; it would be something far more significant.
"There are many rumors about me and him circulating in the Cultivation World, but I wonder how much of it is true?"
Some of it is indeed true, while some is false. Three years ago—perhaps four—he was indeed just an ordinary person.
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