Chapter Seventeen A Small Fortune

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  On this day, several mountain peaks outside the gate of Qingyun Gate were boiling.

  A outer door disciple named Wang Qian, and inner door disciple Zhang Long are going to fight on the dueling stage! Moreover, one side's stake is a thousand pieces of low-grade spirit stone, while the other is even more ruthless, directly betting his own life.

  This news is extremely sensational, it can be said that it has never been seen before. For many years, the arena of Douzhan has always been a place for disciples to resolve their grudges, but it has never been as bizarre and strange as it is today.

  An outer disciple and an inner disciple are on the dueling stage, the significance of which is truly astonishing.

  Outer sect disciples are just another name for the weak, and their cultivation is limited to the acquired boundary.

  Inner door disciples, at the very least, have a congenital early-stage cultivation base. Zhang Long, as a person, is not an unknown figure even among inner door disciples, but rather has some reputation. At a young age, he already has a congenital mid-stage cultivation base.

  So, it's not just the outer disciples who are flocking to the fighting arena, but also some inner disciples who have come out of curiosity.

  Dou Zhan Tai is a bloody place in Qing Yun Men, a mountain peak shaped like a sharp sword, towering and steep, piercing the sky, but the top of the peak is flat, as if it had been erased by someone with great magical power, forming a mountain platform, this mountain peak is called Dou Zhan Peak.

  Wang Qian had never been to the Douzhan platform before. He had only heard of its reputation in the past, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.

  As soon as he arrived at the top of Douzhan Peak, a cold and ruthless aura swept across his face.

  On the dark red plain, countless complex textures are drawn, at a glance, dizzying and confusing, in the mind, numerous battle scenes emerge, hatred, grudges, fighting atmosphere, making one's blood boil.

  Under Wang Qian's spiritual response, he found that the dense symbols on this fighting platform all contained a faint aura of spirituality, as if it was the power of the earth's veins that made the fighting platform hard as divine iron and indestructible.

  "What a brave move for an outer disciple to dare challenge an inner disciple on the fighting stage!"

  "Hmph, what bravery, it's foolishness instead. Thinking of getting rich and going crazy, the difference between acquired realm and innate realm is not that easy to break through! I think this Wang Qian, if he doesn't die this time, he'll be crippled!"

  "But it's been a long time since I've seen such a lively scene!"

  The closest to the Douzhan platform was a group of extraordinary young people with outstanding talents, these were all inner disciples of Qingyunmen. The place where they were naturally formed a circle, and outer disciples kept a safe distance from them, not daring to approach, showing how strict the hierarchy was.

  A spiritual peak of the Qingyun Gate, with a refined and elegant aura, misty clouds and auspicious colors rising in all directions. In the void, countless golden characters flicker, shining brightly but uncertainly. The atmosphere is full of the majesty of the immortal family. Those who can reside here are all figures at the level of protector elders, with cultivation that is at least at the Yuantai realm.

  "Big brother, what did you say? Wang Qian is actually going to fight Zhang Hu on the fighting platform? How can this be! Let's hurry up and stop him, or it will be too late!"

  A crisp voice rang out hastily.

  The speaker was a bright-eyed and white-toothed girl with an aura of cleverness, whose eyes sparkled with cunning. This girl was none other than Yunluo, a familiar face to Wang Qian.

  Standing beside him was his senior fellow disciple, Zhou Qing.

  Zhou Qing also unintentionally heard the news about Wang Qian, and immediately came to Yunxia Peak with Yunluo. She said that her junior sister was indeed going out in a hurry.

  "Sister, Master has ordered you to stay in seclusion here. Without his permission, you cannot take a single step out of Cloud and Mist Peak!"

  He let out a wry smile, and it was clear that Zhou Qing had no good way to deal with his junior sister.

  Yunluo, this girl, has been living in the Qingyun Gate since she was a child. Her father is also an elder of the Yuantai Realm, so it can be said that she is a person who has received all the love and pampering in the world. She has developed a naive and spoiled personality. Wang Qian can be considered her friend. The experience of going down the mountain last time was really too shocking and memorable, so now she can't listen to Zhou Qing's advice anywhere.

  "Senior brother, never mind all that. If Father wants to punish me, that's a matter for later. I couldn't just watch as Zhou Qing gets into danger on the fighting stage, could I? That would be unkind and unjust! After all, he did save my life!"

  Yunlu's eyes rolled over and she found an excuse for herself, not caring what Zhou Qing thought, and pulled his hand to leave in a hurry.

  A simple stone cave, with a subtle and profound atmosphere, filled with an air of mystery. In front of a middle-aged man, a transparent water mirror floated in the air, reflecting the shadows of Yunluo and Zhouqing.

  Yunlu's father, Yunshan elder, looked at his daughter leaving in a flurry with a helpless expression.

  "This child..."

  Wang Qian naturally did not know everything that had happened here, and now he has already stepped onto the fighting platform.

  It was as if he had passed through a layer of ripples, and after a slight hindrance, Wang Qian found himself inside the Douzhan platform. At this moment, looking out again, it was already a dark red sky curtain that completely blocked his line of sight, and even his divine sense could not penetrate through.

  With a thud, Zhang Long appeared in front of Wang Qian.

  "Wang Qian, don't say I didn't give you a chance. As an outer sect disciple, you dare to fight me on the martial arts stage, and I must say that's quite brave of you. But bravery without strength is just foolishness. Now, kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe I'll show compassion and spare your life!"

  Zhang Long looked at Wang Qian with disdain, completely not taking him seriously.

  "On the dueling platform, life and death are each at peace with heaven's will. Zhang Long, why must you waste your breath? It only makes me look down on you even more! Prepare the spirit stones to give to me!"

  Wang Qian coldly spat out a sentence, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at his opponent with an obscure and profound light.

  "Alright, all right!"

  Zhang Long's face turned red with rage, his true yuan boiling over, golden light radiating from his body, sharp aura slicing through the air, continuous explosions.

  Wang Qian took a glance and knew that Zhang Long was cultivating a golden attribute technique, with strong attacking power, true yuan condensing into sharpness, most suitable for conquest and slaughter.

  In his hand, a series of Buddhist seals were quickly formed, stirring the golden elemental energy between heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, a sharp golden light sword appeared in front of him.

  "Golden Yuan's secret, a thousand swords and ten thousand blades!"

  Zhang Long's face was like golden paper, his black hair all emitting a faint golden light, apparently he had already gone all out this time.

  Wang Gan felt the sharp pressure in front of him, but his mind was wandering.

  "This is the world of cultivators, where life is extremely fragile, there are no laws or rules, only strength reigns supreme. As for others' lives and deaths, what business is it of yours?"

  At this time, his understanding of the true meaning of cultivation had increased by another layer. Just like him and Zhang Long, who originally didn't have much enmity between them, it was just a verbal dispute at most, but in the end they ended up on the dueling platform. And as soon as Zhang Long made his move, he went all out, with killing intent hidden, obviously wanting to kill Wang Qian here.

  His eyes turned cold, but Wang Qian's heart was extremely calm, gazing lightly at where Zhang Long was displaying his magic, true yuan surging, killing intent gradually thickening.

  A sword's hilt hangs suspended in mid-air, its sharp energy cutting through everything, densely packed, truly a thousand swords and ten thousand blades rising above the clouds, silently sending death without warning.

  At this moment, outside the fighting platform, it was almost boiling. One by one, inner and outer door disciples looked at Zhang Long displaying his techniques, with pre-heavenly energy surging, the fighting platform was turbulent, with a strong aura bursting forth, showing off a powerful demeanor.

  Except for a limited number of inner disciples who remained unmoved, the other disciples all widened their eyes and stared intently, afraid to miss even a single movement of Zhang Long.

  Watching others fight is also a kind of enlightenment for cultivation. Maybe suddenly enlightened, you can break through the boundary and go up to the next level.

  "This is the Golden Yuan Secret Art, look at Zhang Long's thousand swords and ten thousand blades, it has already reached the peak of the early Heaven stage, perhaps not long from now, the inner sect will have another senior brother in the late Heaven stage!"

  "Not bad, this Golden Yuan Secret Art is powerful in attack, and among the Five Elements Methods, it's also ranked among the top. This Wang Qian's later-stage realm is doomed!"

  Several inner disciples on one side were discussing and speculating in a calm tone, completely disregarding the danger that Wang Qian might encounter.

  Wow!

  A gust of wind blew by, and two figures appeared beside the fighting stage. They were Zhou Qing and Yunlu.

  As soon as they arrived, they saw the situation in the field through the ban on the Douzhan platform.

  On one side, a thousand swords and ten thousand blades, with an aura of sharpness beyond compare; on the other side, however, was calm as water.

  It's a long story, but when a cultivator of the truth makes a move, it's always a fatal blow. Under the surge of killing intent, the primordial energy surges, and various techniques blast out wildly. If one is slightly weaker, it's a difference between heaven and earth.

  "Not good, Brother Zhou! What is Wang Qian doing?!"

  Yunlu's face changed greatly, and she shouted loudly.

  Wang Qian naturally wouldn't care about the outside situation. Seeing countless golden lights, sword shadows and knife auras flashing, he had already darted through the void to arrive in front of him.

  Even Zhang's ferocious face was clearly imprinted on his pupils.

  His face was calm and serene, Wang Gan slowly stretched out his own hand, pale white with a faint blue light, a gentle and ancient aura flowing.

  "Let's see just how strong my current body is."

  In his heart, Wang Gan's face flickered with a faint, pale green light that almost no one saw.

  Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Wang Qian flipped his palm and slapped the air with a loud smack, as if swatting at flies.

  Bang! Bang!

  A loud explosion sounded, and the knife lights and sword shadows under Wang Qian's palm were continuously destroyed, without any effect, and couldn't even open a wound on his skin.

  The scene was terrifying and shocking to the extreme.

  "Zhang Long, you're no good! An attack of this level is only at the mid-stage of innate ability!"

  As he spoke, Wang Qian's interest waned, and he stepped out one step at a time. The surging and exploding yuanqi in front of him, the sharp divine power, seemed to be scattered by his palm, like paper scraps. Countless golden light spots fell into the void, like fireflies fluttering about.

  Zhang Long grew up with a big mouth, completely unaware of how things had developed to this extent.

  "How could this be? How is this possible? My Golden Yuan Technique, unmatched in attack and defense, unparalleled in sharpness, how could it be broken through like this?"

  He roared with all his might, but Wang Gan had completely lost interest in this battle on the fighting stage. He took a big step forward and slapped Zhang Long's chest with one palm, causing a loud cracking sound of broken bones that pierced the air.

  "Zhang Long, this time in battle, I think you should be convinced and admit defeat. Hand over the Ling Stone, and I won't take your life."

  Zhang Long's face turned pale, his eyes filled with resentment, fear, shame, and various complex emotions, but in the end, he still took out a storage bag with a pained expression and handed over 1,000 low-grade spirit stones to Wang Qian.

  It's not that he was willing to give, but when the two signed the life and death contract, they had already written the content of the gamble on it. If they didn't fulfill their promise, Wang Qian would have killed him now, and even if he died, he would have died in vain.

  Zhang Long didn't care, Wang Qian was in a good mood, this time he casually made a move, and got 1,000 low-grade spirit stones, faster than robbery.

  As he stepped out of the arena, Wang Gan furrowed his brow. Outside was a cacophony of noise, with everyone staring at him as if he were a monster, seemingly incredulous to the extreme. A collective gasp echoed in his ears.

  He suddenly saw Yunluo and Zhou Qing, although he didn't know why they were also there, but still went forward to greet them.

  "Zhou Shixiong, Yunlu, you guys are here too?"

  Zhou Qing looked at Wang Qian's calm expression and her face turned bitter.

  "Wang Qian, my junior brother, you... I don't even know what to say anymore." After sighing for a moment, Zhou Qing suddenly seemed to have thought of something and his face changed drastically, staring fixedly at Wang Qian's eyes.

  "Junior brother, could it be, could you have really succeeded in cultivating that technique?"

  Before Wang Gan could speak, Yunlu had already jumped up to his side with impatience, patted his shoulder, and her crescent-shaped eyes were almost narrowed into a curved line.

  "Wang Qian, my junior brother, is indeed impressive! He has even defeated that dragon, just as I expected - my eyes are truly sharp!"

  A look of having honor made Wang Gan cry and laugh at the same time.

  After Wang Qian and Zhou Qing left, the fighting stage became even more chaotic.

  Zhang Hu then hastily and flusteredly helped Zhang Long, who was severely injured, out of the fighting arena.

  The two brothers now can be said to have lost face, with dull eyes and pale faces, leaving without knowing where they went to lick their wounds.

  Several originally unremarkable inner disciples, seeing Zhang Long's outcome, each had a pale face and left with a gloomy expression.

  Only a group of outer disciples were still discussing and arguing continuously.