Chapter 321
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Chapter 321: The Battle Beyond Levels
Murong Wuqing’s shocking words left everyone stunned. Wasn’t today’s main focus supposed to be Su Ling, the little girl carrying Demon Race Bloodline?
Oh—many finally realized. Clearly Su Ling had been just a diversion. The true conflict lay between Du Chuntian’s faction and the Heavenly Sword Sect, aiming to weaken the sect’s dominance over both the royal family and Du family.
Du Chuntian and Mei Yansheng wore awkward expressions but remained silent.
"Leader Du, you overestimate yourself. You’re not the main character here. Those two princes? Even less worthy. As for Mr. Mei…" Murong Wuqing paused, his voice gentle yet cutting, "he’s merely your bribed puppet."
"Murong Wuqing! Speak plainly!" Duan Hongcheng’s face darkened, his composure crumbling as he nearly leapt from his seat.
Duan Hongcheng and Duan Yunsha had arrived with royal orders, commanding a hundred thousand soldiers stationed miles away. Though the Heavenly Sword Sect claimed similar numbers, most were scattered servant disciples—useless against proper armored cavalry.
Yet Murong Wuqing dismissed even Mei Yansheng, a Golden Core stage expert, as Du Chuntian’s purchased lackey. Who then qualified as the "main character" in his eyes?
Murong Wuqing gave Duan Hongcheng a frosty glance. "Stay silent, sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator. Your prince title means nothing here. Mortals’ edicts hold no power."
"You—!" Duan Hongcheng’s face flushed crimson, fists trembling as he swallowed his retort.
"Have you gone mad, Murong Wuqing?" Elder Shi finally recovered from his shock, voice shaking with rage.
"Elder Shi." Murong Wuqing’s tone remained gentle yet dismissive. "Your seventh-level Foundation Establishment and half-step False Pill cultivation can’t challenge me. Retreat before shaming yourself further."
The elder froze, unprepared for this uncharacteristic aggression from the usually detached Murong Wuqing.
"So you belittle seventh-level Foundation Establishment and call me a hired sword?" Mei Yansheng’s eyes glinted dangerously. Humiliated earlier by the sect’s token, he seized this chance for vengeance. "Show me what you’ve got, boy."
Murong Wuqing smiled softly, anticipation threading his words. "I await your guidance."
Silence gripped the hall before erupting into chaos.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator challenging a Golden Core expert? Unthinkable! Yet Murong Wuqing stood radiating fighting spirit, looking almost eager.
"Bold words!" Mei Yansheng’s murderous intent solidified. "Disappoint me, and my blade shows no mercy."
"Life and death follow destiny." Murong Wuqing’s aura intensified as he clasped his hands behind his back. "I seek only battle."
Yan Changchun hesitated before nodding. "Very well. Consider this preparation for your Golden Core breakthrough."
"Agreed."
"Suicidal fools!" Du Chuntian spat. "You think this brat can survive a Golden Core expert’s strike?"
"Outcomes reveal themselves through action." Yan Changchun gestured outward. "The divine hall’s too confined. Let’s move to Judgment Platform—let fate decide."
"Lead the way, Sect Leader." Mei Yansheng’s eyes narrowed sharply.
The crowd parted as Yan Changchun strode forward, followed by the duelists.
Outside, Yan Changchun soared upward, golden rod in hand. Six starlight points ignited across the sky, merging into a massive glowing hexagram. Light exploded, revealing a floating platform spanning hundred zhang, its surface rippling with energy.
"Spatial summoning?" Mei Yansheng muttered.
Yan Changchun shook his head. "Not even peak Nascent Soul stage masters could achieve that. Our ancestors merely hid this Judgment Platform using spatial concealment."
Mei Yansheng exhaled deeply. He had momentarily believed Yan Changchun summoned the Judgment Platform from nothingness through divine power. Had that been true, even with Yan Changchun’s cultivation level below his own, the Heavenly Sword Sect’s hidden strength would’ve proven terrifying. Their rash visit might’ve led to shattered Golden Cores and spiritual annihilation.
Discovering it was merely spatial concealment eased his panic. Though resembling spatial summoning superficially, the difference remained immeasurable.
True spatial summoning allowed conjuring treasures from emptiness – celestial magic at its peak. Concealment simply hid objects using spatial laws and arrays, typically for storing treasures.
Yet hiding such grand Judgment Platform still demonstrated Heavenly Sword Sect’s profound heritage. They’d likely nurtured numerous Golden Core experts over centuries.
The platform halted ten zhang above the plaza, emitting soft starlight as it hovered.
Murong Wuqing ascended invisible stairs, each step materializing beneath his feet until he stood atop the Judgment Platform.
"After you, Mr. Mei." His calm voice carried across the square.
Mei Yansheng’s brow furrowed. This effortless ascent revealed Murong Wuqing’s mastery – only experts at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment stage could manipulate spatial laws so steadily. Deliberate slowness revealed true cultivation.
As Golden Core expert, Mei Yansheng needed to demonstrate his superiority. Without moving a muscle or disturbing his robes, he vanished and reappeared several zhang before Murong Wuqing, hair undisturbed.
This seamless teleportation displayed Golden Core comprehension of spatial laws – the chasm between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages laid bare.
Breaths held as spectators watched intently. Could Foundation Establishment’s peak withstand Golden Core’s might? Would Heavenly Sword Sect’s prodigy fall to pill-forged power?
Ye Yun’s heart brimmed with anticipation. Observing this clash might greatly advance his cultivation.
A raspy laugh echoed in his mind: "Pathetic! This Golden Core pretender used pills to form False Pill. Not even properly condensed! Dares swagger here?"
"Ancestor of the Sword Path! You’re awake!" Ye Yun mentally exclaimed. The ancient one’s guidance could prove invaluable, especially in protecting Su Ling.
"Millennia pass and cultivators weaken? This pill-popping fraud parades in MY sect?" The Ancestor’s spirit vibrated with outrage.
Ye Yun smirked internally. "Since you’re our sect’s former Supreme Elder, why not teach me Golden Core secret techniques?"
"No secrets! Cultivate properly and you’ll reach it naturally. Study this battle – greater benefit than tricks." The Ancestor snorted. "Golden Core’s mere cultivation’s starting line."
Ye Yun focused. If the Ancestor deemed this important, he’d observe every detail.
"Who’ll win, Ancestor?"
"Fool! Think that False Pill user outmatches Foundation Establishment boy? Watch the young fellow – his heavenly law comprehension surpasses that pill-addled impostor!"
Ye Yun startled. Though he’d defeated stronger opponents, cultivation tiers usually defined power. Yet Ancestor claimed Murong Wuqing’s heavenly insights exceeded Golden Core’s?
Confusion and excitement warred within him. This battle demanded complete attention.
