Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 113 Watching the Battle

Xu San'er squinted his small eyes, as if pondering how to deal with the situation, after all, he was the one who had fought Zhang Huai.

"Will Zhaixinglou care about these underhanded tactics used off the field?"

Hua Yingting, who was leaning against the wall, twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and said with a smile:

"Since you've asked that question, you naturally understand that the Star-Picking Pavilion won't interfere. The disciples ultimately selected are going to participate in the Immortal Cultivation Conference. If this method were truly effective, why would they care?"

With a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, she continued:

"Other sects use even more underhanded methods. If Zhaixing Tower cannot tolerate the slightest shady dealings, will our disciples be left to be completely exploited after they leave the mountain?"

"Do you think Senior Sister Feng Chen and Senior Brother Shi Tao know about this?"

Upon hearing Zhu Wuyao's question, Hua Yingting almost burst out laughing and replied:

"Ah, of course we have to assume they know."

Upon hearing this, Xu San'er nodded in agreement. If the other two didn't know, wouldn't Zhang Huai become his own enemy?

How can we win over Hua Yingting and Zhu Wuyao to our side and unite against a common enemy?

"That's not what I meant." Zhu Wuyao shook her head and continued:

"If the other two people know this, it means that this 'Heavenly Net' needs the cooperation of others to unfold the net."

"Xu San'er, let me tell your fortune."

Although Zhu Wuyao's current realm is at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he has barely reached the level of the early Foundation Establishment stage.

The spiritual energy within the body gathers and disperses intermittently; it's still a bit short of being able to achieve a "tangible" form.

Fortunately, Xu San'er was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, so she figured it should be possible. Moreover, she could calculate it in a relatively vague way, so the result was not certain and there was room for maneuver.

Xu San'er knew her method of fortune telling, so without saying a word, he selected a few coins and handed them over.

He took it in his hand and activated the Celestial Observation Technique—

"Enemies everywhere"

Zhu Wuyao frowned, then slowly relaxed, returned the copper coin, and said:

"I have a pretty good idea of ​​what happened."

Hua Ying stood aside, watching with curiosity. She always found fortune-telling interesting, and upon hearing this, she quickly asked:

"Ah Yao, what kind of inescapable trap is this Zhang Huai?"

"What is the order of our three matches?"

Xu San'er recalled for a moment and said, "Sister Zhu, you are at the front, Sister Hua is in the middle, and I am at the back."

"That's it. I'll tell you two stories, one called 'The Sound of Wind and Cranes,' and the other 'Surrounded by Enemies on All Sides.'"

Zhu Wuyao adapted these two stories, creating a version for the cultivation world, and told it to the two of them.

This "Heavenly Net" can be summarized simply as—

You didn't originally have that many enemies, but if you think about it too much, you'll feel like you're surrounded by enemies.

After hearing these two stories, Hua Yingting suddenly realized:

"I see. If I consider Zhang Huai and Shi Tao as enemies, then when I fight Feng Chen, Feng Chen can use the power of the other two to suppress me."

"But is this method something that Zhang Huai can pull off alone, or can the other two leverage his power?"

So how can we crack it?

Zhu Wuyao smiled and said, "I cannot decipher the martial arts this person is cultivating, but there is one person who knows it!"

"Who?"

"Zhang Zhihan, the fourth disciple of Zhaixinglou, who raises geese."

Having connections is a good thing, especially since Zhang Huai's scheme was set up off-site, and he was already operating within the rules.

On the day of the sect competition, the group arrived at the arena full of confidence.

The Cloud-Piercing Dragon-Locking Pillars stand around the arena, towering into the sky, with spiritual light shimmering above them. They blend seamlessly with the entire arena, and the veins on the surface of the arena intertwine, vaguely outlining an array.

Sect Leader Fang raised his hand, as if he could hear the sound of chains. Chains, like dragons and snakes, climbed up the pillars around him.

In several flashes of light, a great formation was erected.

Although Zhaixing Tower is simple and unadorned, it has everything that a major sect should have, but it doesn't put on a show of it openly.

Xu San'er sat in the spectator stands, pointing to the formation and explaining:

"There are six sect leaders in this generation. In addition to the three we have met, Sect Leader Fang, Elder Bai, and Elder Chi, there is another one who is a master of formations. If I remember correctly, his surname should be Tian."

"So where is this Elder Tian now?"

Hua Yingting asked in agreement, and Xu San'er sighed, "Heaven is jealous of talent. That Elder Tian, ​​she had already entered the Nascent Soul stage, but in the end she perished and her cultivation vanished."

"But if you look closely inside the Star-Picking Tower, you'll find traces of Elder Tian everywhere. Take this arena formation, for example..."

As Xu San'er explained in detail, Zhu Wuyao finally understood the intricacies of this grand formation.

As expected, the Star-Picking Tower spent its spirit stones wisely, putting a lot of effort into the large-scale formation of the arena where there was a risk of injury or death.

Once the formation is activated, it can lock the last drop of blood for three-quarters of an hour, saving the life of the disciple who entered the arena.

That's strange. If the sect leader's generation should have had six direct disciples, then there are only four. Where did the other two go?

"The first match shall now begin!"

As the words fell, the sect competition officially began. The two people who took the stage were both disciples from the previous batch, and Zhu Wuyao did not recognize them.

But that didn't stop her from watching with great interest.

Especially with Xu San'er, the commentator, nearby, there's a good chance he can explain the ins and outs of it.

What Zhu Wuyao found interesting was that because there were few disciples, especially those from the same batch, they all had some degree of acquaintance, so it was easy to discern who had the patience to help them.

They conceded defeat as soon as they got on the field?

A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd.

Even Zhu Wuyao felt somewhat disappointed.

After a few rounds, it was Tang Xin's turn to face Xiao Qingyu. Zhu Wuyao sat up straight, secretly praying that his junior sister could figure out one or two of his moves.

On the dueling platform, Tang Xin lived up to everyone's expectations and first performed a divination.

The calculation is this: although you're going to lose either way, which is better, fighting one round and then admitting defeat, or exiting the game directly?

Given two choices, she can always pick the one that is more advantageous.

With the words "Senior Brother Xiao, please give me your guidance," the first real confrontation began.

Song Kezi pointed and gestured on the field, saying, "What did I tell you? Her way of fortune-telling is a bit like Xiao Yezi's, isn't it?"

Gu Yiguan, who had been silently observing the battle, replied upon hearing this:

"The ways of entering the Tao are different, therefore they are also fundamentally different."

Xiao Qingyu was already number one ten years ago, and after years of accumulation, her cultivation has become increasingly profound.

The rain fell softly for months, and the dark clouds felt like a heavy stone pressing down on my heart.

He didn't draw his weapons, nor did he use the so-called "clouds breaking and the sky clearing." He simply stood there, and the area shrouded in rain was his territory.

Zhu Wuyao focused intently on the battle and realized that this was not just a Qi Refining stage technique, but also showed signs of Foundation Establishment.

Rainy days are not just an illusion, but in the subtle details, there are water droplets that actually solidify into a tangible form.