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

Chapter 123 Fallen Leaves Invite Autumn

What is she trying to do? How will she break this deadlock?

As long as one does not overcome the obstacles one sets for oneself, it is impossible to escape the illusion or break free from manipulation.

And why draw your sword?

Xiao Qingyu arrived swiftly with an umbrella, like a shooting star streaking across the arena, but Zhu Wuyao's sword was even faster.

Before him was not the white frost he had basically figured out since their first encounter, but a desolate, withered yellow.

Oh no, we have to get out of there!

Xiao Qingyu felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know why this sword strike brought such a strong sense of crisis, but he instinctively dodged to the side, avoiding the erupting sword energy.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and a gut feeling told him that this sword strike was meant for him to dodge.

Zhu Wuyao's hair flew wildly as he unleashed this true Cold Transformation technique.

Here, it is no longer summer; all the greenery that had been bathed in rain and stretched its buds lost its vitality and withered quickly.

A gust of autumn wind blew by.

Before Xiao Qingyu's eyes, fallen leaves drifted slowly down, reflecting the colors of autumn in his eyes.

The voice of the swordsman rang in my ears—

"After the heavy rain, the clouds broke and the sky cleared, I accept it."

"So after the Great Heat, autumn should arrive, don't you agree?!"

As the grass and trees swayed and fell, with a sudden autumn wind, the withered yellow leaves flew about. At the same time, all the spiritual energy he had released to maintain this illusionary scene quickly dissipated, and he could no longer sense even a trace of it.

Zhu Wuyao did not shut down her five senses to avoid the illusion, because she could break the deadlock.

The connection of spiritual energy was severed instantly, and he was no longer the master of this world.

Xiao Qingyu's heart trembled violently. He forcibly closed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, completely severing the connection with this place filled with the desolate autumn atmosphere, thus avoiding further injury.

With his Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivation, he was already barely managing to construct a slightly solid illusion. Now, however, he was being turned on and suffered a backlash. His meridians were aching, his spiritual energy was depleted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood with a metallic taste in his throat.

It landed on... a withered leaf.

He stepped back, his shoes crunching the dry leaves with a sharp "crunch".

Autumn has arrived.

When he looked up again, he could barely hold the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He saw the sudden flash of a sword, held against his throat.

"This is no longer your season, but an autumn that belongs to me."

The battle has been decided; the protective array has dissipated, leaving a breach.

A gust of wind rushed into the gap in an instant, swirling up countless withered leaves that scattered outwards. Some people were stunned and tried to grab a single leaf, but their hands were filled with nothing.

Amidst the falling, withered leaves, Zhu Wuyao sheathed his sword and stepped off the dueling platform.

Someone came from Longqiu.

He was dressed in black with a broadsword, his robes torn in several pieces, and blood dripped from his wounded arms, running down his fingertips.

But her eyes were calm, like a victorious swordsman in a forest of fallen leaves, sheathing his sword after a fierce battle.

Behind them, a chilling autumn atmosphere followed.

The biting winter wind swept through the fallen leaves, making it impossible to tell what day it was.

The entire arena fell silent, everyone watching the figure. Then, in the next instant, like a drop of hot water falling into boiling oil, it erupted into a cacophony, giving the victor the triumphant roar they deserved.

"Fallen leaves invite autumn!!"

"Wishing you no invitation, only fallen leaves inviting autumn!!!"

"Fallen leaves inviting autumn will surely prevail!"

The illusion of autumn leaves has faded, but the battle that just took place on the arena remains etched in everyone's minds; the waves of falling leaves and the withered colors of autumn are hard to erase.

Fallen leaves invite autumn; today, they truly deserve the title.

It wasn't made up as a story, nor was it forced upon us by someone's flowery words.

When you draw your sword, when you fight, when you win, when you walk out of that autumn scene with your sword on your back, you will be bestowed with the glory you deserve.

Yang Lao Er was also deeply shocked by the scene of summer turning into late autumn.

He echoed, "Fallen leaves invite autumn," his eyes slightly moist. This wasn't from being shocked, but rather from a mixture of shock and heartache for his spirit stone.

Damn it, the clouds parted and the rain stopped; damn it, the fallen leaves invited autumn.

He couldn't hide his excitement, yet he was also heartbroken. He shouted loudly, as if trying to vent all the frustration of losing the spirit stone.

Song Kezi was overjoyed. What did he say? What did he say?!

They won, as expected!

Hahaha, spirit stones, spirit stones, piles of spirit stones! What a beautiful scene of fallen leaves inviting autumn! This is how it should be!

After Zhu Wuyao left the arena, he immediately headed towards his personal disciples.

"Senior Sister Gu, please help me seal it quickly, I'm about to break through my cultivation level!"

His hurried and flustered demeanor completely obscured the dashing air of the previously chilling swordsman.

Seeing this, Gu Yiguan didn't say much. He immediately made a hand seal and resealed Zhu Wuyao's turbulent spiritual power, finally managing to suppress it with great difficulty.

Zhu Wuyao sat cross-legged, calming his mind and slowly channeling the boiling spiritual energy.

She was able to defeat Xiao Qingyu not only because of the advantage of her sword technique, but also because she was destined to defeat Xiao Qingyu.

That moonlit night, Zhu Wuyao comprehended the sword technique and immediately knew its power. Fortunately, the Wufeng Sword was a broken sword, and with her meticulous practice of controlling her strength over many days, she managed to reduce its power with great difficulty.

That's why the phrase "the sword deflects three points" came about.

In addition, she had changed her destiny that night, and her cultivation level increased by leaps and bounds. She already had more than enough to break through the realm, and then it was condensed and compressed by Senior Sister Gu, which made it difficult for her to finally lock it at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

In the midst of battle, she wasn't thinking about how to win.

The key is to win while minimizing the impact and power of the victory, and avoiding excessive disturbance to the spiritual energy within the dantian.

That final sword strike was a true transformation into coldness.

There are even signs that it has "turned from virtual to real".

The turbulent spiritual energy within his dantian almost coalesced abruptly, but fortunately, Zhu Wuyao had recently practiced "meticulous control," which greatly enhanced his control over spiritual energy.

After a lot of work, it was only with great difficulty that things finally calmed down again.

Zhu Wuyao returned to the spectator stands, still shaken, and told his friends:

Do you know how dangerous that was just now?

Not only did Hua Ying pause and become worried, but even Xu San'er looked over and asked:

"Could he have suffered internal injuries?!"

Zhu Wuyao shook his head solemnly and said, "I almost broke through the barrier."

……

Xu San'er turned his head away without saying a word, pretending not to have heard what she had just said.

But my chest still aches faintly, as if I've been hurt.

Hua Ying snorted, pushed the person away, turned her head away, and ignored Zhu Wuyao.

Seeing this, Zhu Wuyao wisely shut her mouth. She felt that if she continued talking, she would lose all her friends.

But if the momentum gets too strong, the mirror will break down, and that is indeed a problem...

Could it be that in the Immortal Cultivation Tournament, those who have reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining are competing to see who can make their opponent enter the Foundation Establishment stage first, thus disqualifying them from the competition?

Saying nothing when it's necessary is also a tactic.

Zhu Wuyao was quite troubled and decided to wait until evening to ask Xiao Qingyu how he had managed to stay at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining for ten years without advancing.

The two were rivals in the sect competition, but they were fellow disciples when facing the Immortal Cultivation Conference.

He would be very willing to share his experience.

Zhu Wuyao touched his bladeless sword, striking it again and again, lost in thought.