Chapter 527
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Chapter 527: No More Endurance, No Need to Endure Further!
In the minds of the two women, even twenty star-grade pills wouldn’t cause Su Yi any significant loss, as the Dark Spirit Fruits were originally items from the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords and were never truly his possessions.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any Dark Spirit Fruits.”
Su Yi refused without hesitation. While twenty star-grade pills were certainly valuable, the Dark Spirit Fruits were priceless treasures. It was highly unlikely anyone would trade a Dark Spirit Fruit for ten star-grade pills.
Moreover, the medicinal effects of the Dark Spirit Fruits in the mysterious space had significantly increased, so Su Yi turned down the offer without any second thoughts.
There was no reason to trade the Dark Spirit Fruits, especially not in exchange for something like the two of them. Doing so would only bring more trouble in the future.
“Su Yi, don’t act ungrateful!”
Gong Qi, who had been holding back her frustration, couldn’t take it anymore. Upon hearing his refusal, she immediately shot Su Yi an angry glare, scolding him sharply. This young man was truly too much.
“I know you like me, but I really don’t have any more Dark Spirit Fruits.”
Su Yi was not the type to be intimidated easily, and he hated being threatened, regardless of the gender or beauty of the person. While he had encountered many beautiful women in his travels, none compared to Gong Qi and Ying Qianqian in terms of appearance.
“You…”
Gong Qi, completely enraged, erupted in fury. Her black hair flared out around her as her eyes widened, glowing with a fierce green light and mist. Her robe flapped wildly in the air.
“What, do you want to fight?”
Su Yi felt a surge of energy and sensed the shift in the surrounding space, which became unexpectedly damp.
“Are you looking for a physical confrontation? I’m ready if you are!”
Situ Muyang, undeterred, clenched his fists and lightly collided them together. A determined look filled his eyes. Having obtained the Dark Spirit Fruits as well, he intended to back up Su Yi in this moment.
“Don’t act rashly, let’s talk about this later,” Ying Qianqian said, holding Gong Qi back, signaling that this was not the right moment to take action.
The unexpected disturbance caught the attention of all the disciples present for the final showdown. Curious glances turned toward the source of the commotion.
“I’m absolutely furious! You will pay for this!”
Gong Qi was in a full rage, and Ying Qianqian’s cherry lips twisted with anger, her face a picture of wrath.
“Did that guy offend Senior Sister Gong Qi and Senior Sister Ying Qianqian?”
Among the spectators surrounding the arena, some young talents, who held a certain admiration for Ying Qianqian and Gong Qi—who were also competing in the final duel—cast intense, resentful glares at Su Yi. These individuals viewed him as an enemy, even if they did not know the full context.
For many young disciples, Ying Qianqian and Gong Qi were like unreachable celestial beings, idols to be admired from afar, not to be provoked. The interaction between Su Yi and these two women had already caused dissatisfaction among these onlookers, regardless of the reasons behind it.
Sensing the disapproving stares directed at him from all sides, Su Yi raised an eyebrow. The saying “beauties bring calamity” seemed to ring true yet again. Perhaps it was wise to distance himself from these women in the future, as they had unwittingly attracted unnecessary trouble.
“Hmph, what a presumptuous man!”
Mu Yao, observing the scene as Ying Qianqian and Gong Qi approached Su Yi, couldn’t help but express her disdain. She spoke openly, her voice carrying to those around her.
Su Yi noticed it as well, his gaze shifting toward Mu Yao, his brow furrowing slightly.
“May you endure until the end,” Mu Yao spoke, her eyes briefly meeting his.
Su Yi said nothing, pondering his fortune. In just one month at the Divine Sword School, he had offended not one, but three notable women—and none of them were ordinary, either.
“You’ve managed to upset quite a few people,” came a soft voice, echoing in Su Yi’s ears, almost like the hum of a mosquito.
This was a secret message meant for a specific person, something only cultivators at the Yuan Spirit Realm could achieve through special techniques.
Su Yi recognized the voice immediately.
Turning his gaze, he saw a pair of cold, indifferent eyes staring at him. The look was sharp and menacing—it was Yun Lingfeng from the Fifteenth Sword Peak.
Su Yi raised an eyebrow. It seemed Yun Lingfeng’s dislike for him was no longer subtle.
Su Yi’s expression turned serious, but he was not intimidated. A cold glimmer appeared in his eyes, and a slight, amused smile curled on his lips. He raised his hand, formed a fist, and deliberately extended his middle finger toward Yun Lingfeng.
After a brief moment, Su Yi lowered his hand, as if nothing had happened, and turned his attention elsewhere, completely disregarding Yun Lingfeng.
Su Yi had never intended to pay attention to Yun Lingfeng, but this person had made several attempts to provoke him, starting with the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.
Being a young man of pride, Su Yi reached a point where he could no longer tolerate the constant provocations. There was no reason to hold back anymore, especially today.
The onlookers remained quiet, their eyes fixed on Su Yi.
This was the ultimate provocation: Su Yi had blatantly disregarded Yun Lingfeng, despite his rank as second in the Sword Tower.
The atmosphere in the arena became heavy and tense, even before the duel began. The air was thick with anticipation and growing animosity.
“The sect leader, elders, and Dharma Protectors are here!”
A melodious voice rang out, rich with vitality, breaking through the noise of the surroundings and reverberating across Spirit Sword Peak.
“Whoosh…”
At that moment, nearly a hundred figures appeared in the sky, moving swiftly and landing in front of the elevated platform with a single flash.
The energy from these figures radiated like falling stars, their aura dazzling and powerful.
The entire Spirit Sword Peak seemed to tense as if the very air had solidified under the weight of their presence.
For a brief moment, it felt as though a heavy pressure was bearing down on everyone, making it hard to breathe.
The group of nearly a hundred figures landed before the inner podium. Their robes fluttered with no disturbance in the air.
Their eyes gleamed with authority as they surveyed the audience, each figure emanating an unmistakable aura of power.
In the center stood a tall, middle-aged man with a muscular frame. He wore a black robe adorned with golden floral patterns. His black hair was neatly tied at the top of his head, resembling Situ Muyang in appearance. This was none other than Situ Liuyun, the sect leader of the Divine Sword School—a man whose presence could shake the entire Zhongzhou region.
Su Yi lifted his gaze and followed the group, spotting several familiar faces among the crowd.
The Right Dharma Protector, Elder Shangguan Hu, Elder Mei Huaye, Elder Duan Yuerong, and others were all present. Dharma Protector Hou Changming stood behind them, smiling.
“Greetings, esteemed sect leader, and greetings to all the elders!”
The disciples in the arena bowed with reverence, their voices ringing out in unison as they greeted the esteemed figures before the elevated platform.
