Chapter Eighty-Five: Qiankun Platform

  In just a few hours, the entire Huálóng Palace knew that Yang Yi had broken through to the fifth stage of Blood Condensation, and was even exceptionally promoted to the Heavenly Palace by the palace master himself, with an unlimited future ahead.

  Zhang Song also received the news, his face was gloomy, and in his heart there seemed to be endless anger and jealousy. He was originally a proud son of heaven, entering the heavenly palace, but since Bai Yi was killed by Yang Yi, every time he faced off against Yang Yi, he ended up being defeated, and even now, the gap between him and Yang Yi was getting bigger and bigger.

  "Damn you, Yang Yi! The hatred between us is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. I will definitely tear you into pieces!" Zhang Song's anger was burning, and his mind was also brewing one after another conspiracy, he was no longer Yang Yi's opponent now.

  Ouyang Xin also received the news at this time, but he only had a faint glint in his eyes, and then immediately returned to his usual calmness. His hand was floating with a long sword, on which a sharp and terrifying aura was flashing, it was the magic treasure Cangjianfeng.

  "What's the ninth drop of essence? It sounds interesting, I don't know what kind of wonder it will condense into. Later on, I'll have to experience it for myself." Ou Yang Xin murmured softly to himself before closing his eyes, who knows what he was contemplating.

  After entering the Heavenly Palace, Yang Yi only knew that the number of people in the Heavenly Palace was much smaller than that in the Earthly Palace. The Heavenly Palace only adds two new disciples every hundred years, and even if new disciples are added through the Decennial Competition, one disciple must be eliminated, so this Heavenly Palace is indeed the place where the most talented disciples of Huilong Palace cultivate, without error.

  The disciples here are not only Ouyang Xin and Zhang Song, but also many figures from hundreds or even thousands of years ago. These disciples all emerged as geniuses in the Dragon Transformation Grand Competition or the Palace's Succession Competition, and should not be underestimated. Among them, those with seven or eight layers of condensed blood are common, and even masters of nine-layered golden elixir condensed blood are not rare.

  Yang Yi had been in the Heavenly Palace for several days, and he had already grasped all the subtleties of the Fivefold Condensation of Blood. Moreover, his forty-five drops of essence were constantly increasing in purity, changing from red to black. Now, using those elixirs or blood crystals to cultivate would be completely useless.

  On this day, Yang Yi was cultivating when suddenly a familiar person came from outside, it was Liu Qingyun.

  Yang looked at Liu Qingyun and saw that something was wrong, so he said in a low voice: "Brother Liu, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad? By the way, why didn't Wu come?"

  Liu Qingyun glanced at Yang Yi and said in a low voice, "Brother Yang, I shouldn't have come, but after thinking for a few days, I decided to tell you that I really can't swallow this breath."

  Yang felt something was off and said in a low voice: "Brother Liu, quickly tell me, what's going on?"

  Liu Qingyun no longer hesitated and told the whole story: "Brother Yang, it's about Wu Xie. In the underground palace, there were originally many people, and they all compared themselves to each other. Our batch of newcomers had a very hard time, and often the geniuses from previous years would come to provoke and mock us. Later, Brother Yang couldn't bear it anymore and clashed with those people. After that, Wu Xie was deceived by them and fought a life-and-death battle on the Qiankun Platform. Wu Xie was beaten so badly that he only had half his life left. If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid Brother Yang would be dead now."

  "What? Wu Xiong and others have boarded the Qiankun Platform?" A glimmer of ferocity flashed in Yang's eyes. In this Huilong Palace, he had at most only two good friends. He was always one to remember kindness and grudges alike; if someone treated him well, he would be grateful, but if someone plotted against him, he would repay them tenfold someday.

  "Who is it? Brother Wu would never be so reckless. Who instigated him to go up to the Kunlun Platform?"

  Yang suddenly had an idea, the Qiankun Platform was a place in Huilong Palace to resolve irreconcilable conflicts between disciples. On the Qiankun Platform, one battle would decide the fate of the world, and life and death were at stake. Therefore, some disciples with deep grudges came to the Qiankun Platform to settle their scores. However, Wu Tianpeng was naturally calm and composed, so he shouldn't have been driven by extreme anger to come to the Qiankun Platform. There might be a problem here.

  Liu Qingyun was slightly startled, and Yang Yi's thoughts were clear and unexpected. He nodded slightly and said in a gloomy tone: "I also found it strange, so I went to investigate and only then did I find out that it was a miscellaneous servant who had provoked Wu Xiong onto the Dry Sky Platform. It wasn't until Wu Xiong got on the Dry Sky Platform that he realized the person he was facing off against wasn't just the Sixfold Blood Condensation as the servant had said, but rather an Eightfold Blood Condensation expert...

  "So what, huh? So Wu Xiong was beaten to a pulp and left with only half his life remaining? I suppose it must have been that Blood Condensation Eighth Stage person who's behind the scenes. Who is it?"

  Yang Yi immediately sorted out the situation, to put it simply, Wu Tian Gai had a conflict with someone, then was set up and ended up on the Dry Sky Platform in a daze, before being beaten until he was on the verge of death.

  Liu Qingyun also nodded solemnly and said, "That's right, all of this was arranged by that person. Wu Xiong had a conflict with him, but I didn't expect him to be so treacherous. He set up such a sinister plot and almost took Wu Xiong's life. That person is called Zhao Yuantu, the genius of the previous generation. Although he hasn't reached the level of Condensing Blood Ninefold, he can still kill the ferocious beasts that have reached that level. His strength is unparalleled."

  Yang Yi smiled coldly and stood up, saying: "Let's go, take a look at Wu Xiong."

  The two immediately went to Wu Tian Ge's courtyard, and Wu Tian Ge, who was lying on the bed, was indeed miserable. His whole body was swollen, his limbs were all broken, although he didn't lose his life, but if he wanted to fully recover, it would take at least a year or two.

  Yang Yi gently grasped Wu Tian Ge's hand and said in a gloomy tone, "Brother Wu, rest assured, whoever dares to harm you will have to pay back tenfold!"

  Liu Qingyun furrowed his brow, he didn't think Yang Yi could really make a move, after all, although Yang Yi's reputation was loud, but now he is only at the fifth stage of Blood Condensation, and although there were rumors that Yang Yi had killed Bai Zhan Tianchang, an elder of the Hundred Wars Sect, no one had verified it, so how could it be true?

  But now it seems that Yang Yi is really angry and also emitting a deep killing intent.

  "Liu brother, what about that servant who stirred up trouble for Wu brother?" Yang Yi suddenly asked.

  Lau Ching-yuen was taken aback, and immediately had someone bring over the miscellaneous items.

  This menial task is just a fourfold coagulation, if there is no opportunity, it will not be possible to upgrade to fivefold coagulation in this life. Coming here as a genius disciple's menial task is also for the sake of getting some opportunities.

  However, when he saw Yang Yi and Liu Qingyun, he immediately knew it was not good, and suddenly knelt down saying: "I also had no choice, I was forced by Zhao Yuantu to do this, I'm just a small miscellaneous servant, please spare me."

  Yang's face flashed a cold smile, and with a swift movement, the Green Wasp Needle shot out, piercing through the miscellaneous servant's head. The servant's mouth was agape, his wide eyes seemingly disbelieving that he had died just like that.

  Bang

  Yang kicked the corpse of the miscellaneous servant flying, this was just a small miscellaneous servant, not even an official disciple of Huolong Palace, Yang, such a talented disciple, could kill as he pleased, and no one would come to sympathize with them.

  "Hmph, sparing you, who will spare the martial brother on the bed?" Yang Yi was a decisive and ruthless person, his fierce style even startled Liu Qingyun.

  "Liu brother, spread the word for me. Tell him that I've made an appointment with Zhao Yuanhu to have a life-and-death duel at Qiankun Platform tomorrow. If he dares to come, then so be it! But if he doesn't dare to come, humph... then let's hope he never leaves Huazong Palace, otherwise, I'll make him wish he were dead!"

  A thread of terrifying ferocity flashed across Yang's sinister face.