darknovel Chapter 31 She really did seduce you
Chapter 31 She really did seduce you
The training ground and arena were brightly lit with lanterns, and the crowd was bustling with people.
Yang Xinyong stood on one side of the arena. He had changed into a clean and neat black outfit. Although his face was still wrapped in bandages, he still tried his best to put on a resolute expression of determination to avenge his previous defeat in order to conceal the increased power of the God-Slaying Technique later.
However, as he felt the surging power of his soul in his sea of consciousness, the sinister smile on his lips was almost impossible to suppress.
The Divine Sword Sect, the so-called Divine Sword does not refer to swordsmanship that is divine, but rather to using the divine as a sword.
The God-Slaying Technique is their signature skill, which makes them famous and feared by countless cultivators of the same level. It attacks the soul directly and is impossible to defend against!
Of course, the Divine Sword Sect is not only good at slaying gods. As a major sect of swordsmanship, their regular sword cultivation traditions are also profound and vast.
Especially for disciples below the fourth realm, the power of the God-Slaying Technique is often insufficient to directly defeat the enemy due to the limitations of their spiritual strength. It is more often used to disturb the opponent's mind and create momentary openings. Ultimately, the decisive factor still depends on the three-foot-long sword in hand.
But at this moment, Yang Xinyong felt that everything was different.
The effects of the Concentrating Dew were truly miraculous. He felt that his soul strength was now incredibly refined and powerful, probably approaching the late stage of the third realm.
If one were to unleash the God-Slaying Technique in this way, how terrifying would its power be? I'm afraid that even ordinary cultivators at the third realm, without special soul protection methods, would suffer a soul-shaking shock if they were hit by it.
Even if Lin Chensha is indeed a genius who can fight beyond his realm, he only has the cultivation of the late stage of the second realm. What second realm cultivator would expend so much energy to specifically temper his soul?
Given such an absolute power difference, his God-Slaying Technique is no longer a supplementary means to distract the mind, but a deadly move capable of winning in one strike!
Thinking of this, he looked at Lu Zheji, who was walking slowly into the arena, and shouted loudly:
"Lin Chensha, your sneak attack just now was nothing special. Now I'll show you the true strength of my Divine Sword Sect!"
His voice suddenly rose, and he announced to the crowd:
"This battle will be over in a single breath!"
However, Lu Zheji simply raised his hand to cover his mouth, gave a small yawn, and said lazily, "What did you say? One breath? Okay, okay, hurry up, let's finish and call it a day, I'm sleepy."
This nonchalant attitude instantly enraged Yang Xinyong.
You're asking for it! You asked for it!
"The duel begins!"
The Lin family steward, who was acting as referee, had a loud voice that echoed throughout the training ground.
At that very moment, Yang Xinyong made a sudden move.
He poured all the divine power that had expanded to its limit in his spiritual realm into a single strike, transforming it into an invisible blade that slashed straight at Lu Zheji's brow.
This was the strongest attack he had ever unleashed in his life. The moment his divine sense left his body, even the air seemed to be slightly distorted by this invisible sharpness.
A slight smile crept onto his lips.
We won! In the blink of an eye, this kid won't even be able to draw the sword from his waist before he falls straight down.
Then he saw a fist.
The fist, the size of a sandbag, rapidly enlarged in Yang Xinyong's vision before landing heavily on his newly bandaged face.
"Bang--!"
Yang Xinyong didn't even have time to be surprised that his divine medicine-enhanced God-Slaying Technique was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple...
A terrifying force, as if being struck head-on by a prehistoric beast, swept rapidly across his face!
"Click..."
The faint sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the muffled thud of the impact.
He was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, tracing a messy arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena with a loud "boom".
The light screen rippled violently, creating large waves.
Yang Xinyong slid down along the light screen, struggling to lift his head, but he only felt dizzy and his ears were ringing. A rusty liquid uncontrollably gushed from his mouth and nose, mixed with a few broken teeth...
Lu Zheji slowly withdrew his fist and looked at Yang Xinyong, who had fallen asleep, as if he had just casually swatted an annoying fly.
"That's it? I thought it was a speed bump."
Besides Su Wan Ning jumping up excitedly in the audience, waving her little fists and shouting in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Young Master Lin is mighty!" "Young Master Lin is invincible!", attracting a lot of attention from those around her...
The rest of the people fell into a deathly silence.
A breath?
Yang Xinyong's words proved prophetic; the battle indeed ended in a single breath, though the way it ended was completely opposite to his boast.
After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted!
"My God, that was it in seconds? That's a whole different realm!"
"Just what kind of monster is Lin Chensha? He's a late-stage second-realm cultivator fighting an early-stage third-realm cultivator like a father beating his son?"
"What kind of movement technique was that? I didn't see how he got there. And that punch, could that be the power of a second-realm cultivator?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lu Zheji. Even though some people had thought that Lin Chensha, who dared to provoke them, might win, no one could have imagined that he would win in this way!
Such a clean, decisive, and utterly crushing victory!
Fighting someone in the late stage of the second realm against someone in the early stage of the third realm is a huge leap in realms. Generally speaking, being able to fight to a draw is considered a feat of genius.
But this Lin Chensha not only crossed the border, he also killed his opponent in one blow!
It seems that the Wanling Sect is indeed an old-established sect in the Nine Heavens. Even though its prestige has declined in recent years, its unfathomable foundation still allows it to cultivate such an astonishing young monster. It should not be underestimated!
Lu Zheji ignored the chorus of praises, standing silently with his hands behind his back, pretending to be a master.
Yes, that's the demeanor of a master; that's the kind of calm and collected basic skill we need.
He didn't actually realize that there was anything wrong with Yang Xinyong's God-Slaying Technique, because zero is still zero no matter how many times it is multiplied.
Even without the jade pendant that Lin Zhengge gave him to protect his spiritual platform, Yang Xinyong's soul attack was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Lu Zheji, who possessed the Bronze Sparrow Terrace; it was truly painless.
Using a divine soul defense at the level of an imperial weapon to resist a divine soul attack at the third realm level is not just using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, it's like using a planet-destroying cannon to kill a mosquito, it's pure bullying of a child.
He watched as the physician rushed onto the arena and began to give Yang Xinyong emergency treatment. He stepped forward and came within ten feet of him, then transmitted his voice secretly:
"Young Master Yang, I have something to tell you. So far, I haven't had many serious opponents, and you're one of the least challenging ones for me."
"Let me put it this way, even the pig I slaughtered yesterday wasn't as easy to deal with as you."
Yang Xinyong, who had just been pulled back to consciousness by the doctor's spiritual power, vaguely caught this telepathic message.
"puff!"
Overwhelmed by rage and shame, coupled with the adverse effects of his severe injuries causing his blood to circulate in reverse, Yang Xinyong felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and completely lost consciousness.
The onlookers assumed he was seriously injured, had vomited blood, and had fainted, and no one paid any attention.
Yang Ting, watching his son being carried off the field, looked at Lu Zheji with a livid face, about to say something.
"Lin Chensha!"
A delicate shout tinged with slight anger rang out, silencing the commotion in the training ground.
Lin Zhengge's exquisite peach blossom face was covered with a layer of frost as she feigned anger, saying, "In a martial arts spar, it's enough to stop when you've made your point. You knew Young Master Yang was injured, so why did you still attack so recklessly? It's utterly absurd!"
Lu Zheji obediently lowered his head and remained silent in cooperation with her performance.
Lin Zhengge continued with a stern face, "For your public display of violence, you are not allowed to participate in tomorrow's martial arts competition, and your qualification for the beast hunting grounds is also revoked and handed over to Young Master Yang as an apology."
Lu Zheji blinked. As far as he knew, the beast hunting grounds were a perk given to the core members of the Lin family. They could hunt monsters in specific areas and keep the spoils for themselves.
These outsourced workers, who are dispatched by labor dispatch agencies, were not originally qualified.
"What? You're not convinced?"
Lin Zhengge habitually crossed her arms over her chest, making her full curves under her lake-blue palace dress even more eye-catching.
"You think you're so great just because you have some skills? Fine, I'll give you a chance. After the martial arts competition tomorrow, I'll personally test your abilities. If you perform well, I'll return the deducted benefits to you. Otherwise, you'll stay in the inn and reflect on your actions. Don't even think about going anywhere else."
The shrewd individuals present exchanged knowing glances.
They knew this all too well. The Lin family had beaten the grandson of the Divine Sword Sect elder so badly, they had to give some explanation on the surface. So they gave him a few words of reprimand in public, imposed a half-hearted "disqualification" punishment, and then arranged a private test to return the favor.
He openly criticized but secretly praised, managing to smooth things over without leaving a trace.
Judging from the way Miss Lin's lips just now subtly curled up and then quickly suppressed, it was clear that she was extremely satisfied with Lin Chensha's domineering and powerful performance.
This exam isn't a punishment at all; it's more like a reward to be given in private!
Only Lu Zheji, seeing the smile hidden in Lin Zhengge's eyes, knew that this so-called examination was her way of bringing up the three-year agreement so that he wouldn't have to go back on his word.
Do you really want to continue the fight that wasn't finished three years ago?
Lin Zhenge, I f*** you!
……
On the way back to the inn, the goddess's voice suddenly echoed from within his mind: "Emperor Wu, why didn't you clarify the three-year agreement with Lin Zhengge?"
When returning the protective jade, Lin Zhengge casually mentioned that the compensation given to Yang Xinyong was only superficial, and that the Lin family would naturally have a thousand ways to make him suffer if he didn't like someone.
Then, as if afraid that he would discover the obstacles in the three-year agreement, she hurriedly left, citing being busy with other matters.
Although Lu Zheji had recalled the memory of the sack and the bet from three years ago, he never brought it up.
"You don't understand, do you? At this point, I have to insist that I don't remember anything in order to get away with this debt."
Lu Zheji felt no guilt about defaulting on his debt. Who hasn't made bets with their peers when they were young? A typical example of an invalid bet is one that's too big to be honored.
"If you lose, you have to spank me"—that's a valid bet.
A year of being slaves and maids was ultimately just the angry words spoken by two children in a fit of pique. Now they have both grown up, and the adult world has so many things to consider.
Yin Siyue would not allow her carefully cultivated assassins to be given to other forces for a year, and the Lin family and the imperial court would not allow the future head of the Lin family and crown princess to become another man's slave.
Inside the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, the goddess blinked.
Can you do this?
From the moment she became conscious, she was locked in the Bronze Sparrow Terrace. The Lu Zheji she had been watching was also very aloof due to his weak soul, which made her quite ignorant of human relationships.
So, you can just shirk responsibility for something like this?
but……
"Emperor Wu, I support you. You owe her nothing."
Lu Zheji laughed it off, saying, "Actually, I still owe them. After all, I slandered them in public and tarnished their reputation. This kind of thing can't be settled by just getting a beating."
The main problem was that he wasn't beaten hard enough. If Lin Zhengge had really beaten him half to death back then, they would definitely be even.
Even though she was furious back then, she didn't hit him hard. Putting him in a sack was more of a humiliation than anything else; she didn't actually want to hurt him.
This will only make Lu's failure even more shameful.
however……
"No, you did not slander her back then," the goddess's voice came coldly.
???
Lu Zheji asked in shock, "What do you mean?"
"It means that at that time you were just having a memory lapse and temporarily forgot your feelings for her, but she really did seduce you back then, and you almost tasted the forbidden fruit together."
Lu Zheji: "!!!"
Holy crap!