Three days before the end of the one month period.
During the final three days, the people searching for soul springs had mostly gathered near the exit. They all looked dispirited. It was clear they had all failed to find any soul springs.
"The entire ghostrune race has vanished along with the soul spring. Have the ghostrunes gone into hiding with the soul spring? Damn it!"
"Yeah, I found nothing when I entered the ghostrune territory two days ago as well, and I hadn't found any soul springs either. Damn it!"
"I waited on the Moon Gazing Platform for a long time and did not get any soul springs either. Looks like the soul spring has really vanished."
"Perhaps there are only limited strands of soul spring in existence, and only a few strands would be produced every 10 years? We haven't been able to find anything because there were none left for this batch?"
"Forget it. Wu Longfei is going to battle Devil Fairy, and Wu Chi will battle Chen Zilong. These will be two battles worth watching."
"I think Wu Longfei will definitely be the final victor. His sword intent is stunningly powerful."
As they gathered in wait, it did not take long for the people to shift their focus to the coming battles between geniuses. Xiang Shaoyun, Liang Zhuangmin, and Hua Honglou had stayed as well. They wanted to see for themselves how the two battles would end.
Initially, Xiang Shaoyun and Liang Zhuangmin weren't interested in watching the battles. They had only stayed at Hua Honglou's request. After all, Chen Zilong was a Red House member. If he could emerge victorious, that would bring great prestige to the Red House, and their status in the Cloud Margin Pavilion would grow as a result.
Xiang Shaoyun and Liang Zhuangmin agreed, as they did not want to spoil her mood. Presently, Chen Zilong and Li Yaxuan had appeared as well, and they headed directly to Hua Honglou.
Chen Zilong looked incredibly heroic and was filled with spirit. His eyes burned with an intense battle intent; he looked completely ready for a big fight. As for Li Yaxuan, she was as mesmerizing as ever. She left a trail of pleasant fragrance in the air as she walked, causing the people around her to be filled with infatuation. The two were akin to Prince Charming, the center of attention wherever they stood.
Li Yaxuan held Hua Honglou's hand and asked, "Big sister, is everyone well?"
"We are all well. We are only staying behind to cheer for Zilong," said Hua Honglou. She looked at Chen Zilong and said, "Zilong, you look very well. Seems like you are fully prepared for this battle. I am confident you will win."
"Haha, of course. I will be the victor," declared Chen Zilong with a confident laugh. He then looked at Xiang Shaoyun and said, "Xiang Shaoyun, after my victory over Wu Chi, it will be your turn to fight me."
"You want to fight me that much?" Xiang Shaoyun asked.
"Of course! In fact, I want to battle you more than I do Wu Chi, Overlord Xiang!" Chen Zilong said seriously.
Xiang Shaoyun blanked out slightly before smiling and saying, "Looks like you have figured it out after all."
He then looked at Li Yaxuan. After all, she was the only one here who was aware of his fake identity.
Li Yaxuan quickly explained, "That's not me. He figured it out himself."
"I have always felt that you looked familiar. After witnessing your fight with Lightning Kid, I figured out who you were," said Chen Zilong.
"Hehe, sure, if you want a fight, I don't mind," said Xiang Shaoyun nonchalantly.
"Oh? You are not bothered at all. Are you looking down on me?" Chen Zilong asked grudgingly.
Xiang Shaoyun smiled. "Of course not. Focus on your coming battle first."
At that moment, a group of monks from Buddha's Path Temple arrived. The Buddha's Path Temple members had always been united. There were about 300 of them, all of them dressed in Buddhist robes. Thus, they were very conspicuous the moment they appeared.
The person leading them was a young, heroic-looking monk. He walked with steady steps, and he had a serious expression with no smile on his face. Walking at his side was a mischievous-looking young monk. This young monk gave off a feeling that was a complete opposite from the first monk. He looked sloppy, and a youthful smile hung on his face at all times.
These two were Wu Chi the Moha Cicada and Zhi Yong the Little Honest Monk. There was nothing special about Wu Chi's appearance, but Zhi Yong's appearance was completely in contrast with his nickname, the Little Honest Monk. In fact, he looked like a crafty, scheming monk.
"Wu Chi, you are finally here. I thought you had escaped in fear!" Chen Zilong bellowed the moment he saw Wu Chi.
One ought to admit that Chen Zilong was a battle fanatic. He could no longer wait for his battle with Wu Chi to start.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, why do you insist on continuing this worthless struggle?" said Wu Chi with a flat tone.
"What do you mean by worthless struggle? I am challenging you fair and square. If you don't want to fight, just admit that you are inferior to me," said Chen Zilong.
"Hey, benefactor, do you want to fight me instead?" asked Zhi Yong with a big smile on his face.
"Where did this brat come from? Piss off!" Chen Zilong said.
Zi Yong looked to be about 14 or 15 years old. Coupled with his short height, he did look rather bratty.
"Benefactor, I doubt you can even beat a brat like me. How are you worthy of challenging my senior brother?" Zhi Yong continued speaking with a smile on his face. He did not seem to mind Chen Zilong's rudeness at all.
In fact, he was speaking provocatively, clearly trying to force Chen Zilong to fight him instead.
Wu Chi interrupted, "Zhi Yong, stand down. You are not a match for this benefactor."
"Senior brother, you are underestimating me. Let me prove myself by beating him!" said Zhi Yong before attacking directly.
He might be young, but his attack was shockingly fast and strong, arriving before Chen Zilong's chest in a flash. Chen Zilong had not expected it at all. In fact, attacking so suddenly like that was the same as a sneak attack, and as a result, the attack almost struck.
Chen Zilong was able to barely avoid the punch, but just as he was about to counterattack, Zhi Yong used all four limbs and launched a series of dazzling attacks at him.
Zhi Yong was too fast, and his attacks were too violent. Not many people could survive his onslaught. Chen Zilong was able to react speedily. A defensive barrier formed around him as he defended himself against the barrage of attacks.
"Not bad, kid. But you have selected the wrong opponent," roared Chen Zilong, who was furious at the fact that a kid like Zhi Yong had forced him onto the defensive. His aura grew as the apparition of a fire qilin appeared behind him.
Chen Zilong was not known as the Son of Qilin for nothing.
But just as Chen Zilong was about to counterattack for real, Zhi Yong stopped attacking and quickly retreated. "I'm tired of this. Fine, my senior brother will fight you."
"Are you messing with me, kid?" Chen Zilong was fuming.
It was at this moment that the Myriad Sword Sect and Devil Blood Society people arrived, signifying that both Wu Longfei and Devil Fairy had arrived as well.Previous Chapter Next Chapter