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The monks' pavilion was lit with candles and was quite quiet. The slightest movement would attract attention.
Xiaolu sat in the hall with her eyes slightly open, but couldn't help closing them again.
Her cultivation had only reached the foundation-building stage. She had not rested for the past two days and stayed up late again today. The strong sleepiness almost overwhelmed her.
Snapped.
Xiaolu patted his face, forced himself to stay awake, tried to keep his eyes open, and the next second he fell asleep peacefully on the table.
Yang Yu walked into the hall. Only Xiaolu was sleeping in the empty hall, with a compass and a letter beside her.
Yang Yu saw the words on the letter and knew it was indeed left for him. He did not wake Xiaolu up, but picked up the letter and opened it.
"Junior Brother Yang Yu, Lei Shi is dead. It was just that in the process, due to my mistake, I killed a disciple in the sect..."
Yang Yu read it silently, with a hint of surprise and complexity in his heart.
A divination genius was killed by Lei Shi, and he obtained divination skills on the murderous list because of Lei Shi... It is a cycle of cause and effect. To some extent, it can even be said that he killed the divination genius.
"Is it a karmic cycle?"
Yang Yu murmured and reached out to pick up the compass. It was the relic left by the divination genius in the sect. Apart from this compass, he only had a pile of books on divination.
Somehow, Yang Yu seemed to see a thin line appear on the compass, as if it was tied to his body, but in a blink of an eye, the thin line disappeared.
"Brother Yang Yu, this compass is his legacy. If you are willing, it is yours to use."
This is what Wu Shao said at the end of the letter. It was obvious that he wanted to use this to put a responsibility on Yang Yu and wanted Yang Yu to integrate into the Liuli Sect and truly become a disciple of the Liuli Sect.
Yang Yu wiped the dust off the compass and put it into his storage ring.
"I accept this cause and effect. I will definitely revive you."
Yang Yu muttered to himself, turned around and left the hall.
99 Ji Bo Xiao
It's summer, and the leaves are green.
Yang Yu practiced the sun and moon divination in Sikong Xue's guest room for a whole night. Not only did he gain a preliminary understanding of the mystery of divination, he also gained a thorough understanding of the art.
The sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains and rivers, the flow of people and animals, the ups and downs of the world, the historical trends, anything can be divined. As long as you can divine, you can control it, and thus change your fortune and control the direction of your luck.
Sikong Xue knocked on the door and brought a message.
The competition for the thirteen seats has already begun, and she has also helped Yang Yu arrange the matters concerning the substitute thirteen seats.
"Sister Xue, that is to say, the candidate for the thirteenth seat only needs to challenge any one of them, and after winning, he or she can replace the other person and become the candidate for the thirteenth seat."
Yang Yu touched his chin.
This way, the trouble of the ring match can be avoided.
"Well, you can only challenge directly during the Thirteen Seats Tournament. At other times, you still need to fight in the tournament normally to decide."
Sikong Xue explained.
So, who should I challenge? I don’t know any of the thirteen candidates, and I don’t know who is strong and who is weak. Although they are all in the late Peiyuan stage, there should be some strong ones who can challenge higher level.
Yang Yu was not in a hurry to challenge. Only by knowing both yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.
He is now in the early stage of Peiyuan, and the one he is going to challenge is in the late stage of Peiyuan. No matter what, he should get to know his opponent first, otherwise he will suffer a laughable defeat on the stage.
Twelfth seat, I have prepared everything. I have also written the challenge letter and given it to the other party. We have agreed to meet at the duel arena in one hour. The information about your opponent is on this jade slip.
Sikong Xue handed the jade slip to Yang Yu. When Yang Yu was still practicing, she had already announced to the entire sect that Yang Yu would challenge the twelfth seat out of the thirteen substitute seats.
"okay."
Yang Yu took the jade slip and began to examine his opponent carefully.
He had no idea about the thirteenth reserve seat. Even if he had an idea, he would like to wait until the later stage of training to take the position naturally. But unfortunately Sikong Xue did not think so.
As the direct disciple of Fairy Haoyue and the thirteenth disciple, it would be just a matter of effort for her to obtain a recipe for a profound elixir. Luo Tianyou's request just gave Sikong Xue a reason to force Yang Yu to participate in the thirteenth substitute seat.
As for why...
Sikong Xue sat on a chair nearby, supporting her face with her delicate hands, looking at Yang Yu's profile, her eyebrows slightly curved, a smile on the corners of her lips, as if she saw her man looking heroic, with his white robe fluttering and his sword suppressing countless people.
Two little heads plus a fox head were leaning against the door, looking at it with curiosity.
Luo Tianyou: "Sister Xue'er is so fascinated."
Luo Mei: "Second Master's wife's eyes are full of stars."
Wu Bai: "...Sister Xue seems to be in heat..."
After more than half an hour, the time was almost up.
Yang Yu wrote down the opponent's information on the jade slip, then began to regulate his breathing with his eyes closed. Now he slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of shock flashed in the depths of his eyes. The spiritual power in his spiritual veins was like a surging sea, but was compressed into a small river channel, waiting for the moment of release, and then it would be as violent as a tsunami.
Sikong Xue leaned against the table and chuckled. She looked somewhat elegant, with an icy temperament and tender eyes like daffodils blooming in the morning light.
"Yang Yu, I've prepared a new set of clothes for you. Change into them first. I'll be angry if you get them dirty during the competition."
Sikong Xue was holding a complete set of clothes in her hands.
The crown, robe, lining, belt, boots and decorations are all complete.
Yang Yu picked up the robe and shook it.
This is a white robe with gold lining, with a snow bird embroidered on the cuff. The overall white color is mixed with gold threads. It does not have too many complicated and luxurious decorations, but because of a few perfect Taoist patterns, it has a fairy charm.
"Sister Xue, your requirements are too high. The person I am fighting is two realms higher than me."
Yang Yu laughed.
Sikong Xueyu gently waved her hand, and Wu Bai, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, ran in obediently, "Master, let me change your clothes."
Sikong Xue walked out with a smile on her face, and Yang Yu didn't mind being served by Wu Bai.
After getting dressed, Yang Yu went out alone.
After some time, Sikong Xue secretly left the yard through the back door of her boudoir.
However, her seemingly perfect sneak escape was noticed by the sensitive Wu Bai.
"Well, Sister Tianyou, Sister Xue is gone."
Wubai curled up on the white stone slabs in the courtyard, speaking with his little head raised.
"Then shall we go?"
Luo Tianyou held a small cup of medicine in his hand and blinked his eyes.
Luo Mei stepped forward with great vigor, "Of course I will go, to see how Master beats up the other side."
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At this time, because the arena competition for the thirteen seats of disciples had started, many disciples who had been in seclusion came out. Although this news did not cause much waves, it also attracted many disciples to watch. Many of them felt that the previous arena competitions for the thirteen seats of disciples were not exciting enough, so they simply went to the duel arena.
The duel arena was already full of disciples who wanted to see how Yang Yu, who was in the early Peiyuan stage, could defeat a cultivator in the late Peiyuan stage. Moreover, none of those who could become the thirteenth substitute were simple stuff and all had the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels. Yang Yu, with his strength at the early Peiyuan stage, wanted to challenge a cultivator who had reached the perfection of Peiyuan by going against three realms.
If he succeeded, it would be a great feat in the entire history of the sect. If he failed, they would have to laugh at Yang Yu for overestimating his own abilities.
"You say, isn't this man named Yang Yu a little too arrogant? He has only been in the sect for a short time, but he wants to challenge the late Pei Yuan with his training strength. He really doesn't know his own limitations."
"Hey, that's why you are so ignorant. I think the man named Yang Yu is very secretive and has hidden considerable strength. And it is said that he is not after that position this time, but has other purposes."
"Oh, tell me."
"Do you think it is possible for a person in the early stage of Pei Yuan to challenge a person in the late stage of Pei Yuan and win? It is definitely not possible. So, either Yang Yu wants to make a big splash, or he is challenging for other people. Think about it, aren't there three beauties following Yang Yu? None of them have built their foundation, and one is still a little fox. Could it be that they are here for the recipe of the thirteenth substitute?"
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Within an hour before the battle started, there was no dull moment in the duel arena, with people talking non-stop. Ever since Yang Yu came to the sect, there has been no quiet moment, as if he was his own whirlpool, stirring up the entire sect at all times.
"By the way, who is Yang Yu challenging?"
"Alternate seat thirteen, seat twelfth, Ji Boxiao."
"Isn't the one in the twelfth seat very small? When we get to Peiyuan, it shouldn't be difficult to change to a bigger one, right?"
"..."
100 Sun and Moon
"The time has finally come. Those two should be here soon."
"Yes, who do you support? I feel that Yang Yu has a higher chance of winning. After all, he is now a recognized genius. At the age of 20, he is already in the early stage of Pei Yuan."
"Not necessarily. Ji Boxiao is already in the late Pei Yuan stage. The gap is still a bit too big."
The dueling arena gradually fell into silence because a man in a blue shirt had walked into the arena.
He carried a great sword on his back, his eyes shining.
"Ji Boxiao, in the late Pei Yuan stage, after entering the sect, he used his early foundation building strength to fight against those in the middle foundation building stage and won. In the late Guben stage, he fought against dozens of those in the late Guben stage. Although he did not win, he fought to a draw without any injuries. Now he has reached the late Pei Yuan stage, and his strength is unfathomable."
"Now that I see it, it's really not simple."
"It is said that he has become invincible below the late Pei Yuan stage. His spiritual power is extremely strong and his condition is excellent. I think Yang Yu will definitely lose this time."
The disciples in the stands held their breath, and the discussions gradually became quieter.
Ji Boxiao walked onto the duel stage. He had a strong physique and a two-meter-long sword on his body, which was quite a match for him.
"Whoo~"
"Provoke me, and you will pay the price."
Ji Boxiao glanced around at the disciples on the stands. His sharp eyes frightened the disciples with poor cultivation.
suddenly,
At the other entrance of the duel arena, a man in a white snowbird shirt slowly walked in.
The sound of footsteps lightly tapping on the white jade ground can be clearly heard.
Tread...tread...
Yang Yu walked out slowly from the shadow of the stands, and under the gaze of his disciples, he calmly walked onto the duel stage step by step.
The footsteps, one after another, are like knocks, pulling at the beating of the heartstrings, as if inducing the rhythm of the heartbeat to the footsteps.