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“Activating a semi-holy artifact requires the consumption of millions of spirit stones. This competition is clearly aimed at you. Are you sure you want to go in?” Di Xuan Shang asked Feng Siyue with some concern.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but Ouyang Feng was notoriously lustful, and his malicious glances kept coming their way. Just the thought of Ouyang Feng harboring indecent thoughts about her made Di Xuan Shang feel violent, wanting to destroy everything.
“Of course, how can I not go in after all their careful planning? I want to show them what it means to lose more than they gain,” Feng Siyue said with a sly smile and a wink at him.
“Alright.”
Di Xuan Shang’s simple response carried a hint of indulgence.
If anything were to happen inside, he would simply destroy the scroll. As long as it made her happy, he didn’t mind letting her have some fun.
“I’m going in first. Remember to wait for me to come out. I still want you to hold the umbrella for me!” Feng Siyue said before striding onto the field.
Elder Chen began to announce the competition rules.
“This competition has no time limit. The later you come out, the higher your rank. To ensure fairness, the 340 disciples present will be scattered upon entering the scroll. You may form teams later, but the final results will be calculated individually.”
Next, Elder Chen had someone distribute a talisman to each participant.
“There will be dangers inside the scroll. If you encounter a life-threatening crisis, crush this talisman, and you will be automatically teleported out, which will also count as elimination!”
The rules were simple, and everyone understood them immediately.
Additionally, the use of seventh-grade and above artifacts inside the scroll was prohibited, or it would also result in elimination.
Feng Siyue knew that this rule was specifically designed to restrict her, as everyone now knew she possessed many valuable treasures.
She lazily spoke up, “Elder Chen, I have a question.”
Elder Chen looked at her. “What is your question?”
“Are the dangers in the scroll the same everywhere, or are some places relatively safe while others are more dangerous?”
“This…”
Elder Chen looked in Ouyang Feng’s direction.
Ouyang Feng, with a sly smile, glanced at Feng Siyue and said, “Naturally, the dangers vary, depending on each person’s luck. But don’t worry, young lady. I have specifically closed off a few dangerous training areas to prevent everyone from being easily eliminated.”
Feng Siyue sneered. So, even if she were targeted, it would just be her bad luck.
She stopped speaking and instead focused on observing the scroll carefully.
Artifacts of the ninth grade and above had spirits, and this scroll would be no exception. She wanted to find where the spirit was hiding.
However, Elder Chen didn’t give her much time to observe. He immediately announced the start of the competition.
A light enveloped her and the other disciples on the field, and they felt their bodies lift as they were teleported into the scroll.
“Yueyue, Ouyang Feng’s spiritual sense is attached to one of the disciples who also entered. Be careful!”
Feng Siyue heard Di Xuan Shang’s hurried transmission as she was teleported. Then, she found herself landing in a pile of graves.
The ground was littered with white bones, and the sparse shadows of the trees swayed as if ghosts were clawing at the air. The sticky smell of blood permeated the atmosphere, and eerie children’s laughter could be heard faintly.
“Hehehehe! Come and play with me!”
To anyone else, this scene would have been terrifying enough to make them jump.
But who was Feng Siyue? She had come from the Ghost Realm.
These tricks will not shake her off!
From the plaza, the people who entered the scroll appeared as small black dots moving around. It was impossible to see what was happening inside.
However, some observers discovered that by focusing their spiritual sense on a particular black dot, their vision suddenly became clear, allowing them to see the scene as if they were hovering above.
“Senior Sister Wanqing is so lucky! She was teleported to a safe place with abundant spiritual energy!”
“Wow! A disciple from a small sect was bitten by a demon beast as soon as he entered! What bad luck!”
As soon as the words were spoken, a flash of light from a talisman appeared inside the scroll, and a blood-covered disciple was teleported out, falling to the ground. One of his sleeves was empty, and blood was gushing out.
If Feng Siyue had been there, she would have recognized him as the round-faced disciple from Baihe Valley who, along with four other disciples from a small sect, had tried to protect her during the first match yesterday.
He had landed right in the nest of a sixth-grade demon beast upon entering the scroll. If he hadn’t reacted quickly and crushed the talisman in time, it wouldn’t have been his arm that was bitten off, but his head.
The old master of Baihe Valley hurriedly ran up to treat his disciple’s wounds and stop the bleeding, then he and the elders carried him away.
The round-faced disciple looked pale. He had lost his arm, and his lifeblood sword had been broken inside the scroll. The moment the sword was destroyed, he suffered a backlash and would likely never be able to advance in cultivation again in his life.
“As long as his life is saved, that’s all that matters, that’s all that matters,” the old master trembled as he spoke, taking out the sect’s most precious and only fourth-grade pill to feed the disciple.
“Master, I am already a useless person. Please give this pill to one of my fellow disciples,” the disciple said weakly.
The onlookers from other sects secretly mocked them, thinking that such a small, broken sect should just disband on the spot to avoid further embarrassment.
At that moment, a person approached them.
“This is from my master to heal your injuries,” Lan Yi said, handing a bottle of pills to the old master before quickly returning to stand behind Di Xuan Shang.
Gratefully, the old master poured out the pill, revealing a blue pill in his palm.
“A seventh-grade pill!”
Everyone around was stunned, unable to believe their eyes as they looked at the pill in the old master’s hand.
The rich aroma emanating from it confirmed that it was indeed a genuine seventh-grade pill!
What a grand gesture!
A seventh-grade pill was worth millions of spirit stones!
To just give it away like that!
Everyone looked towards Di Xuan Shang. He didn’t know the people from Baihe Valley, yet he was so generous. They couldn’t help but wonder about his background.
Everyone was envious, as the seventh-grade pill could immediately heal the round-faced disciple’s injuries and also treat any underlying ailments, widening his meridians and benefiting his future cultivation.
“This is too precious, Master. We can’t accept it!” the disciple refused, shaking his head. He couldn’t bear such a gift without having earned it.
Yesterday, Liu Qingqing from the Five Poisons Sect had her hand blown off by Feng Siyue and only took a sixth-grade pill because her father, Liu Chang’an, had only recently advanced to a seventh-grade alchemist and didn’t have any seventh-grade healing pills on hand.
Even in the powerful Five Poisons Sect, seventh-grade pills were extremely rare. How could he dare to accept such a precious gift?
“Just take it and heal your injuries. In the future, we, the Baihe Valley, will repay this kindness by working like oxen and horses for our benefactor!”
The old master insisted and stuffed the pill into his mouth.
The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth, making it impossible for him to spit it out.
Suddenly, he heard a voice in his mind: “Rest assured and take it. Yesterday, you kindly tried to protect our mistress, and this is my master’s way of repaying you.”
The round-faced disciple was stunned and his face turned red. He had tried to protect someone weaker than him, only to end up winning without doing anything. He hadn’t helped Miss Han Yue at all.
Yet, the man of Han Yue was repaying him with a seventh-grade pill!
“Heavens! Han Yue has entered the lair of the Demon Lord! She’s really had bad luck!”
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the crowd in the plaza.