Chapter 1641

He Yuan was about to say more, but Wan Tongtian had already stood up. "Brother He," he said, "victory and defeat are common in warfare. Isn't it a bit harsh to be so hard on a junior?"

I still remembered how smug Qiu Chanzi looked when he was praised by those people earlier. Now that the tables had turned, there was no need to be polite to him. After all, when Pei Mianman won last time, Qingxu Manor had sided with Li Hentian, so there was no need to save face for him.

He Yuan's expression shifted between cloudy and clear. He wasn't actually afraid of Wan Tongtian; after all, this was Wang Wuxie's territory, and Wang Wuxie wouldn't stand idly by if something happened. It was just that…

After glancing at Zu An, who was not far away, he ultimately said nothing more. Instead, he walked over with a dark expression to check on Qiu Chanzi's injuries.

Last time, Zu An had helped Biluo Palace. Elder Xu of Luofu Mountain had refused to believe, which resulted in his entire sect losing face. He didn't want to repeat that mistake.

Soon, Wang Wuxie announced Wan Guiyi as the winner. The next match would be Lou Wucheng from Baiyujing against Shi Dingtian from Taixuan Cave.

When Wan Guiyi returned to the Biluo Palace camp, the disciples enthusiastically congratulated him on his victory.

"What's there to be happy about?" Wan Guiyi's face was extremely gloomy.

The others were taken aback. Why did he look like the one who had lost? For a moment, they didn't know what to say.

Wan Guiyi was very unhappy because Wu Xiaofan had won so easily, defeating his opponent in just two moves.

In contrast, he was battered and ragged, winning in a rather pathetic manner. Compared to Wu Xiaofan, it was like heaven and earth.

It was his junior brother Cai Yu who understood his temper best: "Senior brother, there's no need to be angry. Qiu Chanzi of Qingxu Manor is clearly much stronger than Luo Dongjiang of Luofu Mountain, so it's naturally more challenging to deal with him."

Wan Guiyi snorted, "A true master wouldn't make such excuses. Even if he's more powerful, I should still be able to suppress him with ease."

Cai Yu was speechless.

His senior brother's overflowing confidence was truly baffling.

At this moment, Lou Wucheng and Shi Dingtian stood on the arena.

As the successor of the Longevity Sword, Lou Wucheng was not only extraordinarily talented but also exceptionally handsome.

Although Baiyujing had no explicit rules, its disciples were almost all beautiful men and women.

Standing casually, he was truly a vision in white, as elegant as a jade tree in the wind.

This drew screams from many female cultivators:

"Ah, Senior Brother Lou, my idol!"

"Isn't your idol Senior Brother Zhiyiny?"

"Don't mind the details, today's idol is Senior Brother Lou!"

...

Unlike Wan Guiyi, Lou Wucheng nodded kindly to the surrounding disciples, appearing charming, dashing, and impeccable.

He specifically glanced towards Aunt Yan Xuehen, feeling a pang of regret that Junior Sister Chuyan wasn't in the stands. Otherwise, he could have put on a good display for her today.

In contrast to the poised and handsome Lou Wucheng, Shi Dingtian, his opponent, looked around self-consciously after stepping onto the stage, appearing like a country bumpkin arriving in the city.

However, after the recent incident with Qiu Chanzi, no one dared to underestimate him. What if he was another one who pretended to be weak but was actually formidable?

Lou Wucheng smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to Shi Dingtian, "Hello, Senior Brother Shi!" "Hello, hello," Shi Dingtian hurriedly replied, returning the gesture.

Lou Wucheng was not in a hurry to attack, intending to first test his opponent's true strength.

After the recent Qiu Chanzi incident, everyone understood that the techniques and skills displayed by these chief disciples in the group stage were not reliable indicators of their true power; they had largely concealed their real strength—except for that good-for-nothing Zhiyiny, who had used all his trump cards and still lost, and still had the nerve to contend with him for Junior Sister Chu.

Lou Wucheng slowly raised his sword level in front of him: "This sword is three feet, seven inches long and weighs seven catties, thirteen liang. It is my best friend, and I am always happy when I am with it."

He voluntarily introduced his weapon. Actually, it didn't matter whether he introduced it or not; the world knew his ultimate skill was the Longevity Sword, so his weapon was naturally a sword.

He wanted to take this opportunity to gauge his opponent's true abilities. After all, Shi Dingtian was not well-known; it was only upon arriving at Mount Zi that they learned he was the chief disciple of Taixuan Cave, and he hadn't used a weapon in the group stage.

Shi Dingtian was taken aback, apparently not quite understanding that such an opening monologue was expected in the arena. He instinctively replied, "My best friend is Erhei."

Now it was Lou Wucheng's turn to be bewildered. He had been waiting for Shi Dingtian to continue his introduction, but nothing followed. Helplessly, he had to ask, "What kind of weapon is Erhei?"

Erhei... could he be wielding two weapons? He'd have to be careful of his other hand later.

"Erhei isn't a weapon; it's a dog," Shi Dingtian replied, quite seriously.

Lou Wucheng was speechless.

As if concerned he didn't understand, Shi Dingtian continued to explain: "Didn't you just introduce your best friend? Erhei is also my best friend, and I'm very happy when he's with me. It's a pity that the Cave Master absolutely refused to let me bring him this time.

"But I've met a lot of people here at Mount Zi this time, like those from the group stage, and you today. With you all, I'm not lonely anymore. And there's one thing you're better at than Erhei: it can only bark, but you can talk."

"Pfft!" The disciples below the stage could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Naturally, the faces of the disciples who had fought him in the group stage turned sour; they hadn't expected to be compared to a dog.

Even Wang Wuxie and the other sect leaders looked at Cave Master Mu of Taixuan Cave, their expressions incredibly strange.

Cave Master Mu's old face flushed crimson. The reason they hadn't allowed Shi Dingtian to bring his dog was precisely to avoid embarrassment, yet to their utter surprise, they were still embarrassed.

And this Lou Wucheng! Just fight the match, why say all that?

Yun Jianyue was also amused: "This kid, I don't know if he's genuinely silly or just pretending. Be careful if you face him in the next round."

Qiu Honglei rolled her eyes: "I haven't even fought this round yet, and you're already thinking about the next?"

"With your current abilities, winning this round won't be a problem."

"Just now you told me not to underestimate any opponent."

"Huh? Did I say that?"

...

On the arena, Lou Wucheng's face twitched. He took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm his increasingly agitated emotions: "I was asking about your weapon."

"A weapon?" Shi Dingtian was startled. "Oh, I used to have a saber. But the two Cave Masters said this was an arena match, emphasizing stopping before causing serious harm, and I was worried about accidentally killing someone, so I didn't bring it."

At his words, Wu Xiaofan, Wan Guiyi, and Liang Ling from Kunlun Void all abruptly opened their eyes. This fellow spoke with great arrogance.

Even the sect masters of the various major sects looked unkindly at Cave Master Mu.

Cave Master Mu wiped cold sweat from his brow and said awkwardly, "This child doesn't know how to speak properly; please don't take it to heart."

Zu An watched Shi Dingtian on the arena with amusement, thinking, 'This kid probably has some hidden tricks up his sleeve. I hope he gives that Lou fellow a good beating. To think he harbors improper thoughts about my Chuyan! If I weren't a referee right now, I'd really want to go down there and teach him a lesson myself.'

Lou Wucheng's eyelids twitched. He kept feeling that striking up a conversation with him just now had been a mistake. "You can use a weapon, it's fine."

It would be somewhat unfair if he used a sword while his opponent, despite having a weapon, chose to use only his fists. It would also be a laughing stock if word got out.

"No, no, no, no," Shi Dingtian hastily waved his hands. "I'm not good at controlling myself. When I get aggressive, I don't know how to hold back. This way is fine; if I only use my hands, I won't have to worry about accidentally killing you."

At this, even Yan Xuehen couldn't help but glance at him again. This kid was indeed a bit strange.

Li Changsheng, standing nearby, frowned slightly and scrutinized Shi Dingtian, trying to determine if his words were genuine or intentionally meant to provoke his opponent.

"Amitabha," Master Jianhuang on the other side exclaimed, "This young patron also possesses a pure heart. If he were to join my Worry-Free Temple, he could certainly help Buddhism flourish."

The young monk Jieshe, standing beside him, grumbled, "Master, are you saying I don't have a pure heart?"

Master Jianhuang gave him a sideways glance: "Don't you even look at what your name is?"

Jieshe was speechless.

At this point, Lou Wucheng finally lost his temper and said coldly, "In that case, I shall experience your esteemed techniques."

As soon as he finished speaking, his long sword was unsheathed, and countless sword shadows appeared before him. However, in the next instant, all the shadows vanished, becoming ethereal and unpredictable. Only a handful of people on the entire Golden Summit could faintly discern the subtle trajectory of this sword.

Zu An was somewhat surprised. Was this the renowned Longevity Sword?

In some ways, it resembled the Snowfall Divine Sword, but while the Snowfall Divine Sword embodied the poignant beauty and coldness of snow, the Longevity Sword was more like the ethereal quality of high mountains, as if celestial beings truly bestowed longevity with their touch.

Shi Dingtian frantically swung his fist, striking precisely on the sword tip. Both their bodies jolted simultaneously, and a gentle breeze swept through the surroundings.

Compared to the fierce clash between Wan Guiyi and Qiu Chanzi just now, this match was clearly much quieter.

Lou Wucheng was not surprised that his opponent could block the sword. After all, Shi Dingtian was also a chief disciple of a sect. He said calmly, "Although I only used four-tenths of my vital energy in that last strike, your ability to withstand it makes you a rare talent among your peers. No wonder you possess such arrogance. However, if you still refuse to use a weapon, don't blame me for getting serious."

After speaking, he paused, then, as if by some impulse, asked, "How much vital energy did you use just now?"

Shi Dingtian froze, then hesitated before replying, "Let's say... three-tenths of my vital energy."

Lou Wucheng erupted in rage: "I'll kill you!"