Chapter 195

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　　“Okay…” Xu Taiping nodded weakly, then forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva and began to let the rusty sword fly towards the cliff in front with the ship-pressing iron hanging on it little by little.
　　This time, he indeed overestimated himself and underestimated the damage caused by the oppression of the soul on himself.
　　He didn’t know that a normal sword cultivator often needed to spend decades to increase the weight little by little.
　　However, due to his character, once he decided to do something, he would never give up halfway. At least when he was still conscious, he didn’t want to give up.
　　“Fly a little higher.”
　　“It’s still okay, fly a little higher.”
　　“Continue…”
　　At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the days when he first soaked in the bone-washing and marrow-cleansing soup to practice the Canxia Sutra. Every time he was in so much pain that he was about to give up, he would tell himself to hold on for a little longer.
　　However, it’s strange to say that whenever he felt like he was about to faint, a trace of indescribable clear and spiritual energy would surge out from those acupoints in his body that had been suppressed by the acupoint-pressing method, briefly waking his consciousness from the verge of fainting.
　　“Could it be that the Yan Emperor’s Furnace Forging Art also has the effect of suppressing the Soul Weeping？”
Xu Taiping thought with some surprise.
　　But before he could think further, the buzzing sound rang out in his mind again, and at the same time, the feeling of dizziness and suffocation once again surged towards him like a tide.
　　But precisely because of that trace of clear and spiritual energy surging out from the acupoints, his consciousness couldn’t fall into a coma, which made his perception of the pain of Soul Weeping even clearer.
　　For a while, this Yan Emperor’s Furnace Forging Art had become a double-edged sword for Xu Taiping.
　　……
　　“Senior Brother, should we call Taiping down?”
　　Looking at Xu Taiping’s body on the stage trembling more and more violently, Zhao Linglong asked Qing Xiao worriedly.
　　“It’s　too　late.”
Qing Xiao frowned and said with some annoyance:
“This kid is the kind of exception I was just worried about. His ability to endure pain far exceeds that of ordinary people can faint If you and I intervene, it will instead harm him.
　　And the disciples in the Yunlou, upon seeing his speed that was like a turtle crawling, burst into another burst of ridicule.
　　But as the rusty long sword climbed little by little and got closer and closer to the position where the seven-character regulated poem was written on the cliff wall, most of the jeering voices disappeared.
　　Everyone could see Xu Taiping’s complexion at this time. His pale face, like a sheet of paper, and his constantly trembling, half-bent body all showed that he was already on the verge of collapse.
　　But strangely, every time everyone thought he was going to faint and fall, he could catch his breath again and make the flying sword fly a little higher.
　　Just stubbornly holding on and not falling.
　　If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, it would have been very difficult for them to believe that there was really someone who could make the flying sword suspend the 131-jin ship-pressing iron and fly to a position more than a hundred zhang high in this state.
　　“Ding！”
　　Just at this moment, Xu Taiping’s rusty sword finally touched the cliff wall.
　　With a “chi la” sound, the rusty sword began to write on the cliff wall.
　　The process of writing was still very difficult.
　　Xu Taiping almost had to pause for one or two breaths for each stroke he wrote, but what surprised everyone was that although Xu Taiping’s writing was slow, each stroke was vigorous and powerful, forming a sharp contrast with the crooked handwriting of Zhou Ao next to it.
　　This scene was also seen by San San Ju Shi.
　　A rare satisfied smile appeared on his face.
　　Not only San San Jushi, but also many cultivators present couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe when they saw that he didn’t show the slightest carelessness in writing under such circumstances.
　　For a while, all the sounds of ridicule and laughter completely disappeared.
And finally, in the astonished and astonished eyes of everyone Xu Taiping used his constantly trembling arm to control the rusty sword and wrote the last word.
　　“Little junior brother, actually, really did it？！”
　　Even Zhao Linglong had an expression of disbelief on her face at this time.
　　Qing Xiao beside her let out a long sigh of relief.
　　His sigh was not because Xu Taiping won the competition, but because Xu Taiping was unharmed in the competition.
　　“Come…　come　back！”
　　And after writing the last word, Xu Taiping let out a loud shout and, forcibly holding his breath, recalled the rusty sword.
　　“Shua！”
　　The rusty sword with 131 catties of ballast iron hanging on it, like a meteor falling to the ground, suddenly flew down and, with a “shua” sound, the tip of the pen inserted into the ground in front of Xu Taiping.
　　“Hu…”
　　In an instant, the pressure on Xu Taiping’s soul seemed to recede like a tide.
　　An indescribable sense of comfort surged through his whole body.
　　“I remember, this was also the feeling when I first used the Yan Emperor’s Furnace Iron Forging Method to press the acupoints and temper the body.”
　　Xu Taiping’s mind suddenly cleared up.
Immediately realizing how dangerous his reckless behavior just now was, he was filled with fear and said, “However, if I had just had the slightest intention of retreating and failed to resist the pain of the soul’s wail, and yet couldn’t faint to death, I’m afraid my soul would also have suffered a serious injury.”
　　”Taiping！”
　　Just as Xu Taiping’s body was about to fall to the ground, Zhao Linglong in a red dress, as well as Qing Xiao and the eldest senior sister had already come to his side and supported him together.
　　”Senior sister, senior brother, I’ve worried you.”
　　Xu Taiping said with a hint of apology.
　　”Fortunately, nothing went wrong.”
　　Qing Xiao probed Xu Taiping’s pulse and then let out a sigh of relief.
　　And after the Black Dragon Elder glanced at the few people, he loudly announced：
　　”Xu Taiping, with a suspended iron weight of one hundred and thirty-one catties, defeats Zhou Ao.”
　　As soon as these words were spoken, there was another uproar on the field.
　　When Zhou Ao heard this, he suddenly kicked a flagpole aside and said unwillingly：
　　”If I had known, I would have added another two catties… Vomiting！…”
　　However, as soon as these words came out, because his soul was unstable and his breath fluctuated too violently, he began to vomit violently.
　　The scene suddenly became extremely embarrassing.
　　And this was also the reason why Qingxiao had worried that Xu Taiping would lose his composure. With the Soul Weeping Disease, not only vomiting in public, but even incontinence in public was possible.
　　……
　　Let’s talk about the following competition.
Perhaps inspired by Xu Taiping, or perhaps the disciples of the Sixth Peak were not very good at swordsmanship. The three people who played next from the Seventh Peak were all extremely vigorous and easily defeated their opponents.
　　Especially Qingxiao.
　　When competing with the eldest senior sister of the Sixth Peak, he took on the suspension of three thousand catties of iron first, causing the eldest senior sister of the Sixth Peak to give up the competition first.
　　And in the other two competitions of the West Peak.
　　The Second Peak defeated the Fifth Peak, and the Third Peak defeated the West Peak.
　　Because the First Peak was the first place in the previous session, it didn’t need to compete in the first round.
　　So the following ranking competition will be carried out among the First Peak, the Second Peak, the Third Peak, and the Seventh Peak.
　　……
　　“If there is no accident, our opponent will be the First Peak.”
　　After the list of the second round came out, the eldest senior sister Jiang Zhi frowned and muttered to herself.
　　“Why will our opponent be the First Peak？ Isn’t there a lottery？”
　　Xu Taiping asked with some confusion.
　　After nearly half an hour of rest, he had completely recovered.
　　“Because the First Peak is the winner of the previous session. In this round, it has the right to choose its own opponent. And our relationship with the First Peak has never been harmonious, and we are the weakest among the several peaks. He will definitely choose us.”
　　Jiang Zhi said with a bitter smile.
　　“I’ve been waiting for the First Peak！”
　　Second Senior Brother Qingxiao wasn’t afraid because of this. Instead, he had a face full of excitement.
　　“The second match of this round is about to begin！”
　　Just then, the voice of Elder Black Dragon rang out again.
　　“First Peak, you were the champions of the last session. In this round, you can come up on stage and choose your opponent yourself.”
　　His gaze looked towards the position of the First Peak.
　　Then, Yan Bing, the eldest disciple of the First Peak, with a flash, flew and landed on the stage.
　　“Disciple Yan Bing greets Elder Black Dragon.”
　　After going up on the stage, Yan Bing saluted Elder Black Dragon and said.
Elder Black Dragon nodded, and then his gaze looked at the three peaks and said:
　　“Which peak do you want to be your opponent? You can choose by yourself.”
　　Yan Bing nodded slightly.
His gaze swept across the stage, and finally landed on Qingxiao of the Seventh Peak.
　　“I choose… the Seventh Peak！”
　　Yan Bing’s eyes stared straight at Qingxiao and smiled.
　　Just as Senior Sister Jiang Zhi had expected, the First Peak chose the Seventh Peak as their opponent this time.