Chapter 46
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Chapter 46: Another Spiritual Weapon!
Ye Yun! Qu Yiping!
When the jade tablets fell from the air and both Ye Yun and Qu Yiping were holding tablet number two, nearly all eyes focused on them.
Among the new disciples, Duan Chenfeng, Qu Yiping, and Ye Yun had shown the strongest strength—though Murong Wuhen didn’t count, as he deliberately hid his cultivation level and wasn’t comparable to ordinary new disciples.
If there were no surprises, these three would likely become the final top three, with their exact rankings depending on their last battles.
No one expected two of them to face each other so soon.
"Lucky for you all—you didn’t draw me," Duan Chenfeng said coldly, glaring at the first jade tablet in his hand with clear dissatisfaction.
"Senior Brother Duan, entering the top four so easily gives you the advantage of resting before facing Senior Brother Qu or Ye Yun later. Isn’t that better?" A flattering disciple nearby chimed in.
"What do you know?" Duan Chenfeng rolled his eyes, hands behind his back. "These two aren’t pushovers. I should’ve drawn one each round to crush them myself. Now they’ll fight early, robbing me of the fun. Understand?"
The disciple awkwardly retreated, face red.
"Who knew they’d clash this early? This’ll be good!"
"Exactly! Ye Yun almost lost to that ambush from the female disciple earlier. Qu Yiping’s been steady, defeating everyone easily. My money’s on Qu Yiping."
"Don’t underestimate Ye Yun’s cultivation level! He was just careless before. I think he’ll win."
"Enough chatter—let’s bet! I’ll wager ten middle-grade spirit stones on Qu Yiping!"
"Same here—ten stones!"
"You’ve been Yellow Robed Disciples for three years, yet ten stones is all you dare risk? Pathetic. I’ll bet fifty on Qu Yiping! Who’ll take it?"
"Fifty? You’ve grown bold! Where’d you get that many stones?"
"Shut it! Anyone taking the bet or not?"
The group hesitated. Fifty middle-grade spirit stones was no small sum for Yellow Robed Disciples.
"I’ll take it!"
A voice rang out from thirty feet away. A dark shadow flashed—Nan Cheng appeared before them.
"Senior Brother Nan Cheng… don’t tease us," the Yellow Robed Disciples stammered, hastily bowing. Nan Cheng’s role in distributing Trial Hall missions made him someone to flatter.
"Teasing? I’m serious." Nan Cheng smiled. "Since this one’s betting fifty on Qu Yiping, I’ll match it—but for Ye Yun. Well?"
The disciple paled. Betting against Nan Cheng risked angering someone who controlled mission access. "Senior Brother, please… I withdraw my bet."
"Withdraw?" Nan Cheng clasped his hands behind his back. "A man’s word is unbreakable. Fifty stones—it’s settled."
The disciple’s face twitched before he forced a nod. "If Senior Brother insists… I accept."
"Good."
Ye Yun versus Qu Yiping—this was undeniably the most anticipated match among the new disciples. Unlike earlier dull fights, this clash promised real excitement.
On the second arena, Qu Yiping and Ye Yun stood motionless, neither making the first move.
"Brother Ye, I didn’t expect to meet you so soon," Qu Yiping said with a hollow smile, a flicker of murderous intent passing through his eyes.
"We’d have clashed eventually. The timing makes no difference," Ye Yun answered flatly, his face impassive.
Having reached the top eight, his sole aim was to claim first place. The order of opponents meant nothing now.
"Such indifference. Even if you think you can beat me, exhausting yourself against my full power would leave you helpless against Duan Chenfeng," Qu Yiping sneered, cold amusement in his tone.
Ye Yun studied him. "If you’re trying to provoke me into reckless attacks for a quick finish, save your breath."
Qu Yiping’s face momentarily tightened before smoothing.
"I’ve given you chances. Don’t complain later when I show no mercy."
"Will you?"
Ye Yun’s eyelids lowered slightly as spiritual power roared through his veins, creating thunderous vibrations around him.
Qu Yiping hadn’t anticipated this response. Though he secretly scorned Ye Yun, he recognized the youth’s solid cultivation. Provoking anger could’ve made this fight easier. Instead, Ye Yun’s calm demeanor stoked his own fury.
"Begin," Qu Yiping scoffed, crossing his arms.
Ye Yun’s body snapped forward like a loosed arrow aimed at Qu Yiping’s face.
The attacker’s abruptness made Qu Yiping’s pupils contract. Prepared despite his taunts, he swept his hands in a defensive arc. Faint spiritual energy swirled between his palms, forming a milky barrier.
Ye Yun’s strike connected instantly with a muted tap.
Qu Yiping grimaced – the impact felt like being rammed by a bull. Though aware of Ye Yun’s spiritual strength, its intensity still shocked him.
He’d prepared for this. With a shout, his dimming barrier suddenly glowed crystalline, poised to explode into deadly shards.
But Ye Yun had already retreated in a blur of afterimages, returning to his starting position.
Qu Yiping’s assessment shifted. This fifteen-year-old was no simple opponent.
"Impressive spiritual density, Brother Ye."
The barrier dissolved as Qu Yiping drew an emerald sword from thin air.
"A spiritual weapon!"
"He’s got another one!"
Murmurs swept through the new disciples. During the Hall of Refining the Heart trials, Qu Yiping had revealed a black bracelet spiritual weapon. Now this blade proved his hidden reserves.
