Chapter 239: The Fortune Used as Wedding Clothes, the Opponent Has Arrived

“What!?”An Wenyuan’s pupils shrank to pinpoints in an instant!His body didn’t even have time to move.But his thoughts turned rapidly—almost by reflex, he reacted!This was the sharp instinct of someone who constantly walked the edge between life and death!A jade shield manifested before him just as the fist was about to slam into his face—barely managing to block the strike!BOOM!Crack!Crack!The clash of fist and shield echoed like thunder, followed by two crisp snapping sounds!One was the shield cracking.The other… his bones fracturing.”Hmm?”Yu Xian, his skin torn open and blood pouring down, looked like a blood-drenched demon rising from the depths of hell. His crimson eyes flashed with surprise—but more than that, they were filled with killing intent!”Break!”Even with his bones fractured, he didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced again, slamming his fist forward. With a thunderous impact, the jade shield shattered completely—and his hand bones shattered along with it!To lure An Wenyuan in, Yu Xian hadn’t even used his spiritual defense shield. Instead, he relied purely on his flesh body and a mere Tier 3 Bu Yun Robe to take the blow, just to make his opponent think he’d already been killed.That robe was now reduced to powder, but his Late Foundation Establishment body had managed to withstand two full-power attacks from a Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator!Though heavily injured, his blood and flesh torn apart, he’d endured—and seized the chance to counterkill!This was a rare opportunity. If An Wenyuan escaped and widened the gap, the battle would drag into a prolonged war of attrition. Yu Xian’s spiritual cultivation simply couldn’t keep up, and he might end up losing.After all, once burned, An Wenyuan would never again let him close the distance.So this chance—this single opening—he had to take it, even if it meant breaking himself.He had to kill him!”Body cultivator!?”An Wenyuan’s pupils contracted again in horror. As the jade shield exploded, he retreated madly, screaming in panic.So this guy… was not only a mid-stage Foundation Establishment spell cultivator—he also had the physique of a late-stage Foundation Establishment body cultivator!?No wonder he dared to enter the battlefield!!Yu Xian, charging forward like an ancient beast, exuded terrifying blood energy that stung An Wenyuan’s skin as if he were standing before a raging furnace!He’d underestimated him. The thrill of repeated victories had made him reckless!An Wenyuan gritted his teeth and roared. The shattered shield had bought him a fraction of a second. His hands blurred into motion, summoning a green cauldron and a blood-red blade.Defense wouldn’t help now!He didn’t have time for spells. Only magical treasures.He refused to believe one punch would kill him. His body wasn’t fragile—he’d invested effort into it while preparing for Core Formation!As long as he could force Yu Xian back, even if he was seriously injured, he could open up the distance. With that, there’d be endless possibilities—maybe even a reversal!That was all he needed: distance!But Yu Xian’s cold gaze showed no emotion—gone was the joking, mocking demeanor.As the cauldron smashed down and the blade slashed forward, he didn’t even blink. His torn, bloody fist clenched tighter like an iron hammer!”Die!”With his full physical power from Late Small Golden Body Stage gathered in his fist, he created a thunderclap boom and slammed it directly into An Wenyuan’s chest.He couldn’t reach the head—An Wenyuan was leaning back in retreat. Aiming for the chest was both safer and more effective.A muffled thunder resounded.The blood-soaked fist, faster than any magic treasure, burst into a red mist—like ignited blood fire—and landed on An Wenyuan’s chest.Time seemed to slow.An Wenyuan’s face twisted in shock and agony. His eyes bulged, mouth wide open, and a mix of blood and organs burst from his throat like a fountain![Loot Examination Begins]Looking at the skill scrolls alone, Yu Xian could tell the treasures were impressive.Especially the Xuantian Spirit-Nourishing Technique—a secret technique of the Xuantian Sect. Normally inaccessible to regular disciples.Its function was similar to his method of consuming Yin energy—it nourished the spirit and soul, preparing for condensing a true Divine Soul in the future.But consuming Yin energy had risks. The Spirit-Nourishing Technique was a safe, gradual, long-term investment.As for the Mirror Image Clone Technique, it was exactly what he needed.It wasn’t sheer power he lacked—it was deception.With this technique, he could bait enemies with a fake clone and strike from another angle with his monstrous body—a devastating combo!Though he failed dozens of times in six hours of practice, Yu Xian wasn’t discouraged. Success on the first try was unrealistic. This was a high-level illusion spell, after all.Then…”Yu Xian, prepare for battle,” came the voice of Fu Ning’an.Yu Xian opened his eyes. Far in the distance, at the entrance of the secret realm, a shadow had emerged and vanished.With no hesitation, he sprinted toward it like a pouncing beast.There was no time to master the arena anymore.His only option:Find that cultivator.Close in.Kill them.On the way, he checked the loot.Three of the storage bags were filled with dazzling spirit stones. Over six million low-grade, nearly thirty thousand mid-grade, and over five hundred high-grade stones total!That kind of wealth could easily purchase an entire set of Grade 5 equipment.An Wenyuan was clearly saving for a big breakthrough—maybe even a Golden Core.Too bad. All of that… turned to ash the moment he died.In the world of cultivation, only death is final. Everything else—can be changed.The final storage bag was the most valuable. It held techniques, weapons, elixirs, and miscellaneous items.Yu Xian skipped over the trash and dove straight for the key manuals:Xuantian Spirit-Nourishing TechniqueSun and Moon Divine ArtMoon SlashRadiant Light TechniqueGreat Five Elements HandprintXuantian Battle Armor ArtSun SlashThe Great Five Elements Handprint especially intrigued him. The power of that spell was nearly comparable to his thunderball fusion technique—and it was just a spell, not even a fusion art!It had to be a secret art from ancient times.BOOM!!The ground split open. Yu Xian’s fist smashed An Wenyuan down like a meteor, cracking the earth and creating a pit half a meter deep.Thud!Spurt!The green cauldron struck Yu Xian’s chest, crushing it inward. The blood blade sliced across his neck, leaving a deep, bleeding gash.Staggering back several steps, feet digging into the ground, Yu Xian forcefully endured the impact. He spat out a mouthful of blood and charged again.”Guh…”An Wenyuan, lying in the pit, could only let out a choking groan as blood and organ fragments oozed from his mouth.He stared blankly at Yu Xian, eyes full of unwillingness, disbelief, and despair—until all light faded.His heart, lungs, liver, spleen—everything was destroyed.Unless someone brought out an eighth- or ninth-tier life-reviving elixir, he was beyond saving.But clearly—no one would.”Good!”A cheerful voice erupted from the sky above—one of the two divine projections observing from outside.”Killed him clean!”The other projection was silent for a moment before saying coldly, “Victory and defeat are common in battle. Your glee is unbecoming of a great sect cultivator. Laughing like a market woman—how disgraceful.””I don’t care!” Fu Ning’an laughed joyously. “I’m happy, so I laugh!””Hmph. Time to send in the next one.”The elder ignored him and retracted his projection.Fu Ning’an laughed again, looked down at Yu Xian once more, then disappeared as well.”Huff… Huff… Huff…”Yu Xian panted heavily, reaching into his storage bag and tossing healing pills into his mouth.Ten hours—that’s how much time he’d have before the next opponent arrived.He had to recover fast.The elixirs took effect quickly. The neck wound closed, the dented chest began to mend, and the torn flesh healed rapidly.Only his shattered fist remained stubbornly broken.That was one of the drawbacks of body cultivation.Resilient, yes—but hard to regenerate once injured.Still, the medicine was working. No need to waste more.After an hour of meditation, he stood up, cleaned himself, and changed into a fresh green robe.He glanced at An Wenyuan’s corpse—cold and lifeless.With a wave, he collected the remaining storage bags, the cauldron, and the blood blade.Both weapons were now ownerless and could be easily refined.He then summoned his flame lizard and incinerated the body.Turning toward the arena An Wenyuan had created earlier, Yu Xian sped off.If no one showed up in an hour, he might have enough time to make that arena his own.Though… he suspected that old man might warn the next participant about his methods and weakness.Unlike Fu Ning’an, that elder was a true schemer.