Mortal Alchemy

Luo Daoliu's face was ashen!

"Chen Ping! You just wait, the day I advance to Golden Core, I will definitely kill you!"

This Chen Ping from the Eastern Xuan Sect just has to be at odds with him!

...Above the sky, many people looked at each other in dismay upon seeing this scene:

"This Sword Spiritual Root doesn't even dare to step forward to fight when he hears Chen Ping's name?"

Several Golden Core cultivators from the Heavenly Born Sect immediately looked gloomy.

"Waste!" Realist Hongyuan cursed inwardly.

Realist Yashu of the Myriad Desires Pavilion chuckled: "Fellow Daoist Hongyuan, with such courage, is Luo Daoliu even worthy of pursuing my junior sister?"

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly:

"This Chen Ping's strength is so formidable that even the Sword Spiritual Root Luo Daoliu doesn't dare to confront him head-on. It seems that increasing our investment in him is the right choice."

In the Eastern Xuan Sect, Foundation Establishment cultivators are still cannon fodder, while Golden Core cultivators can be considered their own people.

In the Myriad Desires Pavilion, there are thousands upon thousands of female cultivators who practice dual cultivation to gather yang and replenish yin, and many of them advance to Foundation Establishment.

Within the Myriad Desires Pavilion, female Golden Core cultivators are also regarded as playthings by the higher-ups, pawns that can be traded. Therefore, the competition for Nascent Soul resources is the fiercest and most brutal in the Myriad Desires Pavilion.

...

Chen Ping was currently guarding the arena.

Holding a sword in one hand and consuming pills to restore his spiritual power in the other, he maintained his peak condition at all times.

The moment there was any movement in the mist surrounding the arena, Chen Ping would unleash a sword strike.

Anyone who dared to challenge the arena at this time would be greeted by a terrifying sword aura!

"Bang—"

Flesh and blood splattered as the challenger was sent flying.

"Eleven already..." Chen Ping muttered, counting the number of people.

Ever since he stepped onto the arena, disciples from the Heavenly Born Sect had been attempting to challenge him.

However, they seemed to have underestimated Chen Ping's combat power.

Chen Ping adhered to Bai Jianjia's teachings, exerting himself fully with every strike.

These ordinary Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators simply couldn't withstand a single strike from him, being cut down like vegetables.

Chen Ping had originally planned to step down from the arena to stall for time.

However, he keenly realized that at this rate, the second round would likely end completely in a short amount of time.

With his ample supply of pills and spiritual power, he might as well continue guarding the arena to avoid any unexpected incidents.

The Myriad Manifestations Turbulent Flow Sword was incredibly powerful, but if you only maintained one stance, the consumption of spiritual power wouldn't be so great. The two third-order sword treasures could store spiritual power internally, which greatly helped Chen Ping at this moment.

"Damn it!"

Gu Hong's figure was a mess, bleeding from all seven orifices as he was sent flying out of the arena.

Lu Shuiyi's strength was too profound and terrifying, probably capable of fighting against a Golden Core cultivator.

Gu Hong himself possessed a special spiritual root, and his foundation was also quite strong. However, his comprehension of the intent of attack wasn't as strong.

Moreover, his comprehension of cultivation techniques and moves wasn't particularly profound. He had also been injured in the first round and hadn't fully recovered, causing his strength to drop a level.

"At this rate, I won't be able to compete for the top three."

"I'll aim to secure a spot in the top ten and strive for the top five!"

Gu Hong's mood was at its lowest. Fortunately, he had stayed in the arena long enough, and being sent flying out didn't count as a failure, allowing him to remain in the second round's competition field.

He seized the opportunity to quickly consume pills to restore his condition.

At the same time, he observed the surrounding movements to see which arena had the weakest strength.

"Hmm? Which arena is..." Gu Hong looked at one arena where a dozen Heavenly Born Sect cultivators and Myriad Desires Pavilion female cultivators were jointly besieging an arena.

"The arena where Chen Ping is?" A glint flashed in Gu Hong's eyes, filled with murderous intent.

He had spent a great price to bribe the Heavenly Born Sect and the Myriad Desires Pavilion to ambush and kill Chen Ping, seeking revenge.

"More than a dozen people have already failed, which should have consumed almost all of Chen Ping's strength."

"In that case, I'll pretend to be unaware and enter this arena to kill Chen Ping, allowing me to safely guard an arena!"

If Chen Ping hadn't attracted a demon king at a critical moment in the first round, how could he have been injured and not be in peak condition to face this second round?

Now that he had the opportunity to personally take revenge, Gu Hong naturally had to seize it.

Several hours later, his injuries were almost healed.

Gu Hong flew towards Chen Ping's arena, passing through the mist, and said coldly: "Chen Ping... if you kneel now..."

Hmm?

Before he could finish speaking, he saw overwhelming sword aura rushing towards him: "Myriad Manifestations Turbulent Flow Sword!"

Sword aura from all directions instantly descended upon him.

This sword strike was too fast, and its power was too fierce.

Before he could do anything, his vision went black, and a heart-wrenching pain surged through his body.

By the time he regained his senses, he had already been sent flying out of the arena. His physical body beneath the third-order magic treasure robe was covered in dense sword marks, and the remaining sword aura was gnawing at his flesh.

"Damn it!" Gu Hong's mood was extremely bad:

"Why is Chen Ping's combat power so ferocious when he's just an ordinary physique?"

He was a special spiritual body, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from Chen Ping?

"No! This is the characteristic of the Myriad Manifestations Turbulent Flow Sword, striking first and gaining the advantage!"

"A bunch of trash from the Heavenly Born Sect and the Myriad Desires Pavilion, how can they still allow him to exert such combat power even with dozens of people going up..."

Gu Hong looked down and a feeling of suffocation immediately surged into his heart.

He saw that his third-order magic robe treasure was already tattered, and a chill immediately arose:

"Chen Ping's one sword broke my third-order magic treasure?!"

Only then did he realize that if this third-order magic treasure hadn't blocked most of the power of that sword for him, Chen Ping's one sword would have already killed him and annihilated his soul.

All of a sudden, Gu Hong's face turned extremely ugly, filled with disbelief.

...

On the arena.

Chen Ping frowned slightly after blasting Gu Hong away with one sword: "Gu Hong, as a special spiritual root, can't even take one sword from me!"

He even regarded Gu Hong as his number one rival in the Eastern Xuan Sect!

Could it be that Gu Hong's reputation was exaggerated, or like Luo Daoliu, he was fond of women and delayed his cultivation?

To be honest, Chen Ping hadn't fought much against the top elites within the Eastern Xuan Sect.

But if the top elite cultivators within the Eastern Xuan Sect were all like Gu Hong, then it could be understood why the Eastern Xuan Sect had been at the bottom every time for hundreds of years.

It wasn't that the Foundation Establishment disciples of the other three sects were too strong, but that the combat power of the Eastern Xuan Sect disciples was too superficial and unrealistic.

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Floating Island.

Realist Hongyuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "This Chen Ping's combat power is truly solid. Dozens of people went up, yet he remained unscathed."

"It seems that the outside world has underestimated Chen Ping's combat power. If I had known this earlier, I should have sent Lu Shuiyi to eliminate him."

"The plan to exhaust and kill him in this second round has failed."

His gaze quickly swept across the field. Almost all of the thousand disciples in the field had been eliminated. The hundred people who could tightly guard the arena were the true Nascent Soul seeds selected through a process of elimination.

"In another half a day, we will enter the third round."

In two days, a thousand people were screened down to only a hundred people entering the third round of competition.

This speed was indeed not slow.

It was not easy to cultivate diligently for a hundred years and make a name for oneself in the Eastern Region cultivation world.

Hmm, Luo Daoliu finally seized an arena and became an arena master, advancing to the third round.