C11 He Rose up Strongly!

Crackle!

Feng Yi's brow furrowed as he concentrated his energy into the palm of his hand. Suddenly, the sounds of wind and thunder erupted, causing Feng Hua's vision to blur and his mind to cloud with disorientation.

With a low roar, Feng Yi unleashed, "Wind Thunder Palm!"

In a flash, Feng Yi vanished, miraculously evading the Flying Sword's assault.

When he reemerged, he was already within striking distance of Feng Hua, just half a foot away.

The Wind Thunder Palm made contact with Feng Hua's ribs in an instant.

Crack!

Crack!

Several of Feng Hua's ribs snapped on impact, propelling his body through the air until he collided with the arena's edge, where he fell unconscious.

Upon closer inspection, a charred imprint marred Feng Hua's rib area, his skin darkened from the blow.

The events unfolded with such rapidity that not only the spectators but even Feng Yi himself was momentarily taken aback.

"Good, Feng Yi has won, Feng Yi has won!"

As the crowd processed the swift victory, Fatty Hong below the stage burst into a loud cheer, his jubilant dance reflecting the triumph as if it were his own.

Atop the high platform, the five Chief Masters fixed their gazes on Feng Yi, their expressions turning contemplative.

After a moment, they seemed to reach a consensus, their faces revealing admiration.

"I didn't expect to find such a remarkable individual among the Outer Sect Disciples," Qing Yuzi remarked, his face showing approval as he stroked his beard and softly spoke.

"Indeed, to elevate a common palm technique to such a level, he's shown considerable ingenuity," Sunchaser agreed, nodding in respect and regarding Feng Yi, the Outer Sect Disciple, with newfound esteem.

"Alas, it's unfortunate that this young man has a heterogeneous Spirit Root, specifically a Five-element False Spirit Root. Otherwise, he could have been a real talent," Tian Yuzi lamented, his expression one of regret.

The other four Chief Masters shared similar sentiments, shaking their heads in pity. For someone with a Five-element False Spirit Root, achieving significant success was challenging. Even managing to reach Foundation Establishment was considered fortunate.

Meanwhile, among the onlookers, Ye Qingcheng's face lit up with a smile. Her eyes shone with admiration and contentment as she watched Feng Yi.

Ye Qingcheng typically carried herself with an air of detachment and frostiness, her heart set solely on attaining the Great Dao.

Yet, to Feng Yi, she was akin to an elder sister. The memories of their encounter from years past vividly resurfaced in her mind.

...

"Thank you, Fairy, for saving my life."

"Please wait, Fairy."

"Are you a true immortal, Fairy?"

"How can one become an immortal?"

"Yes, I wish to become an immortal, to soar through the heavens."

"Fairy, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

...

Ye Qingcheng vividly remembered the innocent joy in Feng Yi's eyes when he first saw her, a purity that felt far more genuine than anything in the realm of cultivators.

"Who would have thought the frail child from back then would grow into a formidable warrior capable of defeating a ninth-level Qi Condensation Stage cultivator?"

"Senior Sister Qingcheng, what are you saying?"

As Ye Qingcheng murmured to herself, a fragile voice interrupted her thoughts, and a striking figure emerged. It was Wen Tianjiao, who had joined the sect alongside Feng Yi.

Now, Wen Tianjiao exuded an ethereal beauty, her presence that of a Foundation Stage cultivator.

In less than a decade, Wen Tianjiao had become a master of the Foundation Stage.

"I was just saying that the Outer Sect Disciple is quite impressive, managing to defeat Senior Brother Feng Hua."

Ye Qingcheng's face returned to its usual impassive state, the earlier smile gone.

"Oh, him? I recall he was the first to manifest a Five-element False Spirit Root. His name was Feng something..."

Wen Tianjiao rested her chin in her hand, deep in thought.

"Oh dear, it's slipped my mind. Senior Sister Qingcheng, surely you haven't taken a fancy to that naive boy?"

Wen Tianjiao's eyes widened with realization as she gazed at Ye Qingcheng.

"What nonsense are you thinking about all day, you silly girl? Shouldn't you be focusing on your cultivation?"

Ye Qingcheng gave Wen Tianjiao a dismissive glance and continued.

"Your talent is exceptional, and you're the pride of our sect. Don't let worldly distractions trouble you."

Wen Tianjiao playfully stuck out her tongue, grasped Ye Qingcheng's hand, and shook it, saying, "I get it, Senior Sister Qingcheng. No more lectures, please. Everyone knows that you are the most esteemed cultivator of our generation in the Profound Heaven Sect."

"Oh, you!"

Ye Qingcheng called out softly before turning her gaze to the arena.

At that moment, Feng Yi stood on the platform, facing another disciple who was clad in a green robe, boasting a tall and sturdy build, and still managed to be quite handsome.

"Junior Brother, I am Lau Changkong of Clear Feather Peak, at the eighth level of the Qi Condensation Stage, and I've come to challenge you."

The disciple in the green robe, Lau Changkong, was a direct disciple of Qing Yuzi. He had been with the sect for three years and possessed a dual Earth and Wood Earth Spirit Root.

Feng Yi furrowed his brow and replied with a respectful gesture, "I am Feng Yi, the Junior Brother. I welcome any guidance you can offer, Senior Brother Lau."

"Very well, I noticed your impressive hand-to-hand combat skills. Before joining the Profound Heaven Sect, I too practiced the martial arts of the mortal world. Today, I look forward to exchanging pointers with you, Junior Brother Feng."

Lau Changkong finished speaking and assumed a ready stance.

Feng Yi also positioned his hands, one palm facing the sky and the other the ground, as if summoning traces of lightning to flicker between them.

"Such skillful martial arts and cultivation technique! It's astonishing to find a disciple like Junior Brother Feng among the Outer Sect Disciples. I truly wonder how our sect's elders select their disciples, to have overlooked an expert like you."

As Lau Changkong spoke, he raised his hands to the heavens, channeling a force of stability, and then arranged his hands in the Eight Trigrams stance.

"My technique is known as the Gale Eight Trigram Palm, a variation of the Eight Trigrams Palm. Junior Brother Feng, brace yourself!"

No sooner had Lau Changkong's words fallen than he stepped in the pattern of the Eight Trigrams and thrust a palm toward Feng Yi.

A force of profound steadiness burst forth from his palms, enveloping half of the arena and effectively trapping Feng Yi.

At that moment, on the high platform, Tian Yuzi turned to Qing Yuzi and inquired, "Junior Brother Qing Yuzi, do you think Lau Changkong can overcome Feng Yi?"

Qing Yuzi stroked his beard with a smile, "Changkong is highly gifted, possessing both Earth and Wood Earth Spirit Roots. Among those at the eighth level of the Qi Condensation Stage, he is unbeatable."

With the assistance of Earth Type cultivation techniques, his spiritual force is incredibly stable. Even a typical disciple at the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Stage would be no match for him.

Feng Yi was simply caught by surprise, which is why he fell into the trap."

Qing Yuzi implied that Feng Yi couldn't defeat Lau Changkong.

"I'm actually quite optimistic about Feng Yi. Let's make a wager. If Feng Yi wins, you'll give me a jar of your century-aged Locust Flower Brew. If Changkong wins, I'll give you a Foundation Building Pill from my Tian Yuzi lineage."

"A gentleman's agreement."

Qing Yuzi's eyes sparkled as he called out to Tian Yuzi.

"An uttered word is like a galloping horse that cannot be chased!"

Having placed their bets, they turned their attention to the stage, where Lau Changkong and Feng Yi had already initiated their first exchange.

Feng Yi found all his escape routes blocked by Lau Changkong's fierce Eight Trigrams Palm, making it impossible to employ his speed for a surprise attack.

Yet Feng Yi let out a low roar, "Senior Brother Lau, face my technique, the Thunderclap Palm — Thunder Shakes the Heavens!"