Chapter 746: Chapter 80: The First Battle is Easily Won
Near the foot of Iron City Mountain, there was a vast desert blanketed with sand and stones, where only sparse wormwood plants managed to grow.
Additionally, traces of blood were visible everywhere, like bloody roses blossoming across the ground.
Cultivators from the Kunlun Taiqing Sect and Asura Path were engaging in magical competition above this desert.
Since most cultivators tend to have stronger offense than defense, possessing more means of attack than protection, battles are usually decided in just a few breaths.
The bodies of those who fall would often be swiftly retrieved by their own lines, and, in most cases, they could be saved as long as they could be kept breathing until they got back… Of course, if their dantians were pierced or their crown chakras were shattered, or if they were afflicted with some fatal contamination for cultivators, the chances of survival were very slim.
Above the desert, protruding from Iron City Mountain, there was a cliff where a foreign monk would regularly monitor below; if any Kunlun cultivators came to challenge, he would have to immediately shake the command flag to call for corresponding personnel from the sect.
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There were five colors of command flags: white, yellow, blue, red, black, symbolizing escalating levels of urgency.
When a Golden Core Kunlun cultivator first issued a challenge, he would shake the white flag. If they killed two from the Asura Path, they would then shake the yellow flag, and the next time, fierce Golden Core rank foreign monks would be dispatched.
The mechanism for the blue and red flags was similar, but corresponding to Nascent Soul cultivators. As for the black flag, everyone knew its meaning, so there was no need to mention it.
Today’s monk stationed on the cliff was named “Guo Limao,” an ordinary monk who had yet to form a sarira (Golden Core).
Seeing someone flying on a sword below, he stretched his hand toward the Buddha statue beside him and injected his True Yuan.
The gem embedded in the forehead of the Buddha statue released a brilliant light, shining down on the desert below.
After a moment, the gem turned golden.
Gold signified that the comer was a Golden Core cultivator who had not yet formed a Nascent Soul.
Guo Limao skillfully picked up the white flag and began to wave it.
He had only waved it a few times when he heard a loud voice from below:
“Kunlun Taiqing Sect, Changgeng True Person, has come to learn of the prowess of the Asura Path!”
Changgeng True Person? Guo Limao was still shaking the white flag, thinking that the title sounded familiar…
Wasn’t that the widely renowned First-Grade Golden Core from Kunlun, the one with clear Daoist Heart?
He quickly planted the white flag beside him and drew the yellow flag, shaking it vigorously.
What a joke, having this First-Grade Golden Core Changgeng True Person come over, how could an ordinary sarira monk be a match?
Let’s put aside Guo Limao’s thoughts for now and mention that higher up on Iron City Mountain, there was the stronghold of the Asura Path sect.
Both the temples and the Buddhist pagodas were constructed from stones mined deep within Iron City Mountain. As the stones were rich in magnetite, the walls of these buildings were black, interspersed with many blood-red veins, giving off a sense of strictness and cold austerity.
In the open square in front of the mountain gate, the monks who were on duty for the day rested, waiting for the signal flag to be waved from below so that they could go down to fight.
Seeing Guo Limao shake the white flag, someone asked:
“A white flag… who is it today’s turn?”
“Zhucuo,” another foreign monk replied.
The monk named Zhucuo stood up, activated his magical artifact, and flew down the mountain.
After a short while, a yellow flag began to be shaken below.
“Was Zhucuo slain by a Kunlun dog?” The foreign monks present were all shocked.
“No!” suddenly a monk exclaimed, “Look, Brother Zhucuo is still flying down the mountain.”
Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Zhucuo was not the strongest among them, he certainly possessed the ability to defend himself.
If he were defeated in just a few breaths, then the opponent must be tough, and it would be imperative to call the senior brothers over quickly.
Then why did they wave the white flag and then the yellow flag… Ah, it must be because Kunlun has sent out two people this time, one of whom has never been seen before, and the other is formidable.
“I’ll go,” the youth named Zhaxi stood up.
Though he looked like an innocent youngster on the outside, his strength was the greatest among the monks present. It was said that his clear and pure features had caught the eye of a greatly virtuous monk high in the Sect hierarchy, which led to him gaining unrestricted access to cultivation resources, making his progress in cultivation exceedingly rapid.
The other Tibetan monks privately sneered at this senior brother, yet dared not offend him openly, and they flattered him by saying:
“With Brother Zhaxi taking action, those Kunlun dogs won’t return!”
Meanwhile, Qiu Changtian stood calmly in midair, stepping on the Yu Long Sword, with the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword before him, and the Tai Yi Dividing Light Sword on his back.
He then saw a Tibetan monk approaching on a Flying Bowl, who chanted a Buddha’s name and asked:
“This poor monk is Zhucuo, may I ask for the Cultivator’s Daoist name?”
“I am Changgeng of Kunlun,” replied Qiu Changtian indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Zhucuo was taken aback, and cold sweat began to drip from his smooth forehead.
Changgeng of Kunlun, who does not know of him? When he formed his First Grade Golden Core, the Kunlun Jade Void Palace held an ancestral sacrifice and even announced it to the entire world, going so far as to notify various powers just to show off…
At this thought, Zhucuo had already lost four parts of his seven parts of fighting spirit, and the remaining three parts had turned into an urge to urinate — was it still appropriate to excuse himself to relieve his bladder now?
Before he could nervously speak, he saw Zhaxi also descending on his sword.
“You’re the Kunlun challenger… Eh, why is there only one of you?” Zhaxi said with an innocent smile, yet his tone carried a haughty edge, “Since that’s the case, let’s make it quick.”
“Brother Zhaxi!” Zhucuo quickly reminded him in a whisper at the side, “This person is…”
“No matter who he is!” Zhaxi flicked his sleeve, “You step back and watch me slay him!”
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Having said this, he threw something from his sleeve. It was a pair of bronze knife-wheels that glittered coldly with murderous intent, lunging at Qiu Changtian’s head.
The so-called knife-wheels are a type of Magical Treasure unique to the Asura Path. They appear to be iron rings, but the inner edge is designed with sharp blades.
In battle, once thrown into the air, they will spin toward the opponent, wrap around the neck, and with a turn, the head will be severed.
Moreover, the trajectory of the knife-wheels is extremely unpredictable, vastly different from ordinary Flying Swords, so inexperienced Cultivators often suffer greatly when facing this Magical Treasure.
But what kind of man was Qiu Changtian? After a hundred years of sword practice in Shushan, his swordsmanship was peerless, and in an instant, he pointed his finger and the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword shot out like lightning, precisely splitting the spinning knife-wheel coming towards him.
The more vigorous the True Yuan injected into the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword, the greater its physical strength would be. With the strength of a First Grade Golden Core’s True Yuan, its cutting power was enough to split mountains and rocks, immediately cutting the knife-wheel into two pieces.
Zhaxi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes nearly popped out with fury as he roared:
“You… You dare to destroy the gift bestowed upon me by my godfather?!”
Qiu Changtian: ?
Wait a minute, aren’t we in a Magical Competition here? What on earth are you talking about?
Looking at Zhaxi across from him, he was evidently consumed with rage, his face flushed red, his hands continuously forming spells, when suddenly he opened his mouth and spewed out a vast wave of flames.
These weren’t ordinary flames; they were deep red like cinnabar, indicating he had infused some fire poison within, exceedingly vicious and cunning.
If an ordinary Cultivator were to encounter this poisoned fire, their limbs and meridians would rupture immediately, the fire would invade their heart, and no medicine could cure them.
However, due to certain reasons, Qiu Changtian was exceptionally experienced in dealing with Fire System Daoist Magic.
With a tap of his foot, the Yu Long Sword swiftly moved more than ten yards to the side, avoiding the spray of cinnabar poison fire. With a snap of his fingers, blue Thunder Light shot out towards the young Zhaxi.
Zhaxi hastily brought his hands together and controlled a bronze bowl Magical Treasure for defense. The Jade Pivot Thunder struck the surface of the bowl, producing a thunderous boom, and blew a big hole in it.
The remaining Thunder Light continued with undiminished force, piercing through Zhaxi’s chest, and directly penetrating his body.