Super Divine Daoist Skill-Chapter 111: Revised - 110 I’m Not Nervous (2nd update, please subscribe and vote for the monthly ticket)

Chapter 111: Revised: Chapter 110 I’m Not Nervous (2nd update, please subscribe and vote for the monthly ticket)

Just as Bai Ziyue was about to engage in the duel, a corpulent figure hurriedly made its way toward the cemetery from the west of Qinghe Town.

This corpulent figure was none other than Zhang Yuchang, the disciple of Daoist Wutong and the senior brother of Wu Hao, who had died at Bai Ziyue’s hands.

Almost immediately, Zhang Yuchang arrived at the spot where Bai Ziyue had selected to light the Dharma Incense.

Seeing the incense stick planted in the ground, already burned out, he paused, his expression dark as he spoke, "Dharma Incense? Soul-Attracting Incense?"

Then, he quickly stood up, striding rapidly toward the cemetery.

Minutes later, his figure appeared in the mountain hollow, within the Corpse Nurturing Cave.

After which, his expression became as dark as could be.

"The Iron Corpse, it’s really gone. Dead?"

Looking at the empty scene inside the Corpse Nurturing Cave, Zhang Yuchang’s heart blazed with fury to the extreme.

This Iron Corpse had been crafted with countless hours and effort, using numerous precious materials, and he regarded it as a lifeline.

It was also one of his aids in attaining the Dao.

Yet, it was eradicated because he was delayed by some trivial matters and couldn’t return in time?

"Who? Who in the world did this?"

He gritted his teeth as he spoke, hurriedly searching around.

Soon, he noticed the additional footprints on the ground, but they didn’t reveal much, so he quickly walked out of the Corpse Nurturing Cave. The marks of a burned corpse on the ground naturally did not escape his observation.

"The spirit fire technique."

*His suspicion that the other party was an Immortal Cultivator grew even stronger as he followed the traces to the true site of the Iron Corpse’s fall.*

Looking at the Iron Corpse, which had been burned down to remains, he roared in a beast-like fury.

*At this moment, any hint of luck in his heart was gone.*

*As if recalling something, he quickly pulled out a cloth banner from his bosom, infusing it with spiritual power, and the banner shook violently.*

Soon after, the surrounding Yin Qi surged.

Amidst the howling wind, a slightly solidified female ghost soon drifted over from afar, under the rising morning sun.

"Tell me, who killed the Iron Corpse? And, where’s Little Qing?"

Zhang Yuchang’s voice was icy as he spoke.

"Little Qing, Little Qing also died, my lady saw from a distance that he killed Little Qing in one or two moves, so I... I dared not approach.

Then I saw him come to the Corpse Nurturing Land, somehow causing a corpse rebellion... in the end, the corpse also died, and the Corpse Bead was taken by him..."

As the female ghost spoke, her form flickered, instantly transforming into an image resembling Bai Ziyue, saying, "This is what he looked like."

Since it was a Soul Body, the transformation wasn’t too clear, but it was recognizably distinct.

"Good, very good..."

Staring intently at the image formed by the female ghost, Zhang Yuchang’s eyes emanated a thick killing intent, his voice chilling, "I stationed you here to guard the corpse refinement, but since the corpse is gone, you can join it."

As he spoke, the cloth banner trembled violently, a black light shooting out directly.

"No..."

The female ghost’s face was filled with unbearable fear before being obliterated by the black light, her body bursting apart into a dense cloud of Yin Qi.

Soon after, the cloth banner released another light, which gently curled around to absorb the dense Yin Qi.

"No matter who you are, crossing Zhang means certain death."

Zhang Yuchang, having met Bai Ziyue many years ago, did not recognize him due to the passing time and changes in Bai Ziyue’s appearance.

However, he had already set his mind on killing this person without mercy should they remain in Qinghe Town.

...

Sunburst Gang’s Martial Arts Arena.

Knowing it was the day to determine the outstanding disciples within the gang, innumerable disciples had already gathered here in anticipation.

As Bai Ziyue and Liu Dong stepped into the arena, Li Yingru, accompanied by Elder Nie Yunhao and Left Guardian Zhao Jing, appeared from another direction.

Everyone’s hearts gradually filled with excitement.

"This duel, I wonder who will triumph,"

a sect disciple couldn’t help but comment.

"Do you even need to ask? Of course, it will be Li Yingru.

Rumor has it that Li Yingru reached the level of External Forging of Tendons and Bones long ago, and with his father, Master Li’s careful instruction, his power far exceeds that of ordinary External Forging disciples.

There’s no way Bai Ziyue can handle him."

One person instantly asserted with confidence.

"That remains to be seen."

Nearby, a slightly weak-looking Martial Artist gave a cold smile, speaking, "You don’t know this, but yesterday, Junior Brother Bai showed his edge by slaying the Third Village Chief’s brother, Face-Cutter Wu Yuan from Ghost Head Stronghold, with just a broken blade.

This Wu Yuan was a real External Forging Martial Artist and had a significant reputation.

Lately, some have already dubbed Junior Brother Bai as the ’Broken Blade Hero.’"

"So you’re saying this is actually an evenly matched battle?"

Upon hearing this, someone chimed in.

"Heh, Bai Ziyue won’t win."

Suddenly, a sneering voice resonated.

Everyone looked over, seeing it was Guo Zhengyang who spoke, all frowning.

This man had a sinister personality, fond of scheming behind people’s backs, and those familiar with him generally avoided getting close.

"Why do you say that?"

Some people couldn’t resist and asked.

"Because Li Yingru had already achieved Bone Marrow Essence."

Guo Zhengyang’s face twitched as he spoke.

In fact, he didn’t feel as pleased as he appeared.

*Thinking about how his master had given Li Yingru the Snake Demon Flesh meant for him just to help him achieve Bone Marrow Essence faster, he certainly didn’t feel pleased.*

*If it weren’t for Li Yingru agreeing to take him along to Wujiang County, he wouldn’t have bothered getting close to him.*

"Bone Marrow Essence achieved?"

Everyone’s faces changed instantly.

Achieving Bone Marrow Essence meant the bone marrow was strengthened, causing a surge in qi and blood, and thus, a significant increase in strength and power.

When a Martial Artist reached this level, they were actually not far from the Peak of External Forging, and their strength naturally far surpassed ordinary External Forging Martial Artists.

So even if Bai Ziyue showcased impressive combat prowess, if he truly faced Li Yingru, he would still lose.

"It seems Junior Brother Bai is really going to lose. What a pity."

The thin Martial Artist who had been praising Bai Ziyue’s combat strength sighed, feeling somewhat bland.

"Ah, Junior Brother Bai’s talent is undoubtedly top-notch. The only pity is that he hasn’t practiced martial arts for long enough, otherwise..."

The person next to him spoke while shaking his head.

*In their hearts, they naturally hoped Bai Ziyue would defeat Li Yingru.*

After all, regardless of anything, Bai Ziyue was a disciple of their Sunburst Gang Branch in Qinghe Town, whereas Li Yingru had merely used shady tactics to gain this competitive qualification.

They certainly didn’t wish for the outstanding disciple spot to be taken by someone who was essentially an outsider.

...

"Ziyue, don’t be nervous. Even if you lose, it’s fine. Next time, no one will be able to stop you."

Liu Dong obviously knew Li Yingru had already cultivated to the Bone Marrow Essence level, so he comforted Bai Ziyue.

"I’m not nervous."

Bai Ziyue shook his head and said.

*He wasn’t nervous indeed, as Li Yingru wouldn’t make him feel any tension at all.*

*Ultimately, it was just the strength at the External Forging Level. Whether Bone Marrow Essence was achieved or not had no significant meaning to him.*

*As for next time?*

*In his mind, there was no next time, and he didn’t want to wait another three years.*

"Alright, since both sides are here, let’s not waste time. I see Li Yingru and Bai Ziyue are eager, so let’s start quickly,"

Nie Yunhao suggested with a smile.

"Haha, yes, deciding the outcome sooner can put people’s minds at ease. It prevents unnecessary accidents and stops certain people from making vain attempts,"

Left Guardian Zhao Jing said coldly, casting a sharp glance at Bai Ziyue.

*He always suspected his disciple died at Bai Ziyue’s hands.*

*However, due to the Sect Leader’s intervention and the lack of evidence, he had to temporarily set it aside.*

"Then let’s start."

Sect Leader Liu Dong looked at Bai Ziyue, seeing no change in his expression, agreed.

"I heard Junior Brother Bai has been gaining quite a reputation lately, known as the Broken Blade Hero outside.

I’m eager to witness it myself."

Li Yingru couldn’t wait to leap onto a combat stage in the martial arts arena, laughing loudly as he spoke.

"You will witness it,"

Bai Ziyue said calmly, stepping up.

Soon, the two appeared on opposite sides of the combat stage.

"Begin!"

Nie Yunhao said casually.

"Junior Brother Bai, watch out!"

Li Yingru said, claiming to be quite gracious, but without any courtesy, his figure flickered as he charged straight at Bai Ziyue, quickly swinging a seven-foot-long saber.

This seven-foot-long saber was entirely dark red, made with refined iron and a special material called red vine stone, crafted with high-end blacksmithing techniques into a Treasure Blade, sharp and hard. Even an ordinary person holding it could easily cut through the skin of external forging Martial Artists without feeling awkward, truly extraordinary.

This saber strike, majestic and overwhelming, seemed capable of slicing anything into two under its crushing power.

Rolling Curtain Thirteen Sabers!

Facing this strike, Bai Ziyue’s expression remained unchanged. In others’ eyes, he seemed stunned, standing motionless on the spot.

From afar, some disciples couldn’t help but exclaim out loud.

Could it be that the genius in their eyes was so inadequate that he couldn’t even react to Li Yingru’s attack?

Even Liu Dong on the stands couldn’t help but show a trace of worry in his eyes, clutching the jade pendant hanging at his waist, ready to shoot out to save his disciple at any time.

Finally, just as that seven-foot saber was about to strike, Bai Ziyue moved.

His figure was like a phantom, and in the blink of an eye, he was back where he started.

Boom!

A deafening sound erupted as the saber fell onto the arena, leaving a long scar.

However, Li Yingru’s action suddenly froze, not daring to move.

Because, at some point, a long knife had appeared below his throat, the cold aura continuously emanating from the blade, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.