Chapter 90: Life and Death on the Arena!

  The old man in white robes gazed calmly at the noisy crowd of over a thousand disciples, his eyes narrowing slightly as a hint of dissatisfaction flowed through him, and his mind stirred.

  The gigantic illusory butterfly behind it suddenly flapped its wings.

  In an instant.

  Just now there was still some commotion from the Dou Fa Secret Mirror, but in an instant it became quiet, so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

  Mo Bei's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes flashed with a hint of horror.

  He only felt that in the instant the old man appeared, a powerful and overwhelming pressure, like Mount Tai collapsing, came crashing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

  Mo Bei was shocked to discover that his entire body seemed to have been immobilized by someone, his limbs completely unresponsive, as if numb and stiff, unable to move at all!

  In Mo Bei's mind, thoughts were racing:

  What an incredibly powerful aura!

  Throughout the entire Penglai Peninsula, let alone those white-robed officials, even the three Water Moon Goddesses guarding the sacred temple didn't give me such a powerful sense of oppression!

  Three old women of Mizuki were practitioners in the foundation period.

  That white-robed old man was even more powerful than them, could it be...

  At this thought, a notion suddenly sprang up in Mo Bei's mind: "He is a Golden Elixir True Man!"

  "It must be so!" Mo Bei's heart was racing: "I remember that the book records, only the Golden Elixir True Man will have a Golden Elixir phenomenon! That butterfly is actually the white-robed old man's Golden Elixir phenomenon!"

  It was not those thousands of disciples who were afraid to speak in front of that old man.

  But it was that intangible and terrifying pressure, like Mount Tai, that pressed down on them, making it impossible for them to utter a single sound.

  "Hmm."

  The old man in white robes let out a low hum.

  The Water Moon Granny's complexion changed slightly, and in an instant, she flew out from the sky vault for over ten feet, landing on the ground. She cupped her hands and bowed, saying with utmost respect: "Disciple pays respects to Great Majesty Zhen Ren!"

  The Water Moon Granny looked like she was older than the white-robed elder by several years. However, at this moment her face was respectful and her words were humble, while the white-robed elder seemed to be taking it for granted, with a calm expression, without any change.

  Seeing this, Mo Bei became even more certain of his thoughts in his heart.

  A strange color flashed in Sheng Wei's turbid eyes, and his mind stirred again. Mo Bei and the others suddenly felt that the terrifying pressure on their chests had vanished into thin air.

  The crowd stirred, slightly twisting their bodies, some panting heavily, others stretching out their sleeves, constantly wiping the sweat from their foreheads, yet no one dared to speak loudly again.

  Everyone's gaze at Sheng Wei Zhenren's eyes added a sense of reverence and fear.

  "Is it really Sheng Wei?"

  Ye Qinghong whispered in Mo Bei's ear, her voice filled with a hint of surprise: "Unexpectedly, the sect attaches such importance to this competition. They actually let Sheng Weizhen take charge of this match!"

  Mo Bei's curiosity was piqued, and he narrowed his right eye, curiously gazing at Ye Qinghong, unable to help but laugh: "You little girl, what else do you know?"

  "Hehe." Ye Qinghong smiled and said, "Nothing much. It's just that Sheng Weizhen Ren is one of our Tai Xu Zong's most talented Golden Elixir cultivators, and also the one with the highest possibility of advancing to a higher level."

  "Sheng Wei Zhenren has always been a mysterious figure, rarely seen or heard from, and has never interfered with the sect's affairs. This time, he surprisingly emerged to host the competition."

  Ye Qinghong smiled and said: "It can be seen that this time the sect has taken a liking to us, this batch of disciples."

  Long Hao Tian walked over, patted his chest with a loud thud, and said proudly: "Isn't that obvious? Don't you know who I am? That's the Blood Demon! Can it not be taken seriously?"

  Ye Qinghong, who had always been at odds with Long Haotian, couldn't help but argue with him. However, after hearing his words, she unusually didn't retort back and instead looked even more radiant, her delicate chin nodding repeatedly as she gazed at Mo Bei with scorching eyes: "Yeah! Brother Mo Bei is the most awesome!"

  Shuǐ Yuè Pó Po received the instruction from Shèng Wēi Zhēn Rén, turned around, jumped into the void above everyone's heads, looked down at everyone and said in a loud voice: "All disciples of the Tai Xu Zong listen to my orders!"

  Mo Bei and others immediately lifted their spirits and looked towards Shuixi Po Po.

  "One bow to heaven and earth." Shuǐ Yuè Pó Po's face was solemn, her body slowly descended to the ground, gazing far into the eastern direction, bowed her waist, and made a solemn courtesy.

  Those over a thousand disciples hastily learned from Shuǐ Yuè Pó Pó, turned uniformly to the due east and made a solemn bow.

  "Two bows to the ancestors!" Water Moon Granny knelt down on both knees, facing the majestic and awe-inspiring stone statue of Ye Shen Yi, and kowtowed three times.

  Mo Bei and Long Hao Tian, along with all the outer sect disciples, knelt down to the ground, bowing and kowtowing to the stone statue.

  After half a stick of incense time.

  The ceremony finally came to an end.

  The Water Moon Granny stood up and continued in a loud voice: "Tai Xu Sect Outer Disciple Competition, the rewards are as follows!"

  Mo Bei hastily pricked up his ears and listened intently.

  "First place: 1,000 spirit stones, free to learn ten sword techniques! Second place: 600 spirit stones, free to learn six sword techniques! Third place: 300 spirit stones, three sword techniques! Fourth to tenth place: 200 spirit stones, free to learn two sword techniques. Eleventh to fiftieth place: 100 spirit stones, free to learn one sword technique!"

  The old woman finished speaking in one breath, and her clear voice kept echoing in the ears of the crowd for a long time.

  "Besides that." The voice of the Water Moon Granny paused, and then continued: "The top ten will have the opportunity to go to the sect's blessed land for cultivation!"

  As soon as this was said, the crowd erupted in an uproar!

  Liu Yuheng's eyes were burning with enthusiasm, and he nodded: "Not bad! The Tai Xu Sect is indeed a big shot, this time I must enter the top ten!"

  Liu Qing smiled and said: "With Liu Shidi's strength, entering the top ten is naturally not a problem."

  Zhang Xinghuan turned his head and glanced at Long Haitian beside Mo Bei, his eyes fiercely sweeping across him. He snorted in anger: "Hmph, I'm not interested in this! But I am interested in that guy. This time, I must make Long Haitian kneel before me and beg for mercy!"

  The Water Moon Old Lady continued speaking and dropped another heavy bombshell:

  "This match will be played in a knockout format, with one game deciding the winner!"

  The crowd suddenly buzzed: "No way, a fixed match!"

  Someone cried with a sad face: "Tai Xu Zong is actually so unfeeling. I had diarrhea yesterday, and today I'm afraid I can only exert half of my strength."

  Someone secretly rejoiced: "Hehe, fortunately, I made full preparations yesterday. The knockout system is just what I wanted!"

  Those thousands of disciples had mixed reactions, some were delighted while others worried.

  The Water Moon Granny ignored him completely, casting a casual glance at the intricate carvings and formations on the stone pedestal in the center.

  Sheng Wei's expression was calm and composed as he slowly said:

  "Our generation cultivates immortality, with swords as our lives, we cut through the sky and open up a grand path!"

  You all take care of yourselves! Remember, one sentence: in the world of cultivating immortals, one misstep and you'll be lost for eternity!

  In the void, he casually swept his sleeve with a wave of his hand.

  A white light flashed out from his sleeve and poured into the intricate carvings and patterns.

  In an instant, the Array Technique burst forth with dazzlingly brilliant light. Those strands of light continuously flowed and transformed, entwining and intertwining together, resembling a beautiful firework.

  "Boom!"

  Suddenly!

  Those countless threads of light suddenly contracted and transformed into a huge ball of light, which exploded again!

  Blindingly bright light completely covered the entire stone platform. Everyone was caught off guard, hurriedly covering their eyes and shrinking their pupils.

  Half past.

  Mo Bei slowly opened his eyes, a hint of shock on his face.

  Only the runes on the stone platform burst out with a brilliant light, forming layer upon layer of glowing screens that resembled eggshells, inverted above the platform. At first glance, there were sixteen of them.

  On the light screen, ripples occasionally emerged, and slow waves spread out.

  The Water Moon Granny stretched out her finger, pointing at the circular light screens one by one, saying: "This is the Illusory Realm Arena. Soon, you will be competing within it. No rules apply, and only death can bring rest!"

  Everyone present let out a cry of surprise, their faces filled with utmost shock and astonishment.

  Is it worth risking one's life just to compete with a mere outer sect disciple?

  The old woman's eyes fell on the crowd as they began to whisper among themselves once more, a thin layer of anger on her face, and she shouted: "Silence!"

  In an instant, the crowd fell silent once again.

  "That is the Illusory Arena, where you will compete with illusions. Would I let you throw your lives away for nothing?"

  Everyone was finally at ease.

  Long Haitian curled his lips and lowered his head, muttering in a low voice: "Damn it, this old witch can't even speak properly, scared the hell out of me!"

  "Now, let's start drawing lots!" The Water Moon Granny's mind stirred, and her sleeve danced in the empty air.

  Innumerable yellow talismans flew out of her sleeves, transformed into yellow millet and danced in the air, as if it were raining, falling among the crowd.

  Each yellow talisman floated gently from the sky and landed in the palm of every person, one per person.

  Mo Bei opened his palm, took the folded paper that had fallen into his hand, unfolded it and saw that a number was written on it - 520.

  ……

  After a stick of incense time, everyone had finished drawing lots. Shuǐ Yuè Pó Po waved the staff in her hand, and an arc of light in the shape of a crescent moon flew out from the phoenix-head staff, shooting up into the void.

  That arc of light began to flicker restlessly, transforming into various numbers, each group consisting of two digits, representing the two opponents.

  "It's out, it's out! My eighth, right, thirty-sixth, fifth fantasy arena!" Ye Qinghong was a bit nervous, his cheeks flushing with a hint of red: "I hope I won't be eliminated in the first round, hopefully my opponent won't be too strong!"

  "Mo Beige, I'm going to the competition...” Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Beige with pitiful eyes, her bright and sparkling eyes shining with a hint of hope, like a little girl wanting encouragement from her brother or elder.

  Mo Bei habitually rubbed her head and smiled slightly: "Go on, good luck! Qing Hong is very formidable!"

  "Ah!" With Mo Bei's encouragement, Ye Qinghong's heart was filled with joy and her eyes sparkled with hope, which instantly turned into dense happiness. She nodded heavily: "Brother Mo Bei, I'm going!" After that, Ye Qinghong plunged into the crowd.

  After a moment, Long Hao Tian suddenly shouted, pointing at the sky and yelling: "Ah ha! My is out, 888, right, 174."

  "Ha! You're going to die!" Long Hao Tian burst out laughing: "Which family's little rabbit, today you've got such bad luck, eight lifetimes of misfortune. And yet you ran into me! Indeed, you're going to die!"

  As he spoke, Long Hao Tian turned his head and grinned at Mo Bei, showing off his teeth: "Boss, just wait for my good news!"

  Fang Luo You also made a fist at Mo Bei and laughed loudly: "Mo Bei, mine is out too! See you in the finals! Farewell!"

  The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving Mo Bei alone.

  Mo Bei stared at the flickering numbers in the sky, muttering to himself:

  "Four hundred and sixty-five, right, five hundred and twenty! Number three Phantom Arena!"