freenovelworld Chapter 221 Whether her opponent had charmed her to death or not, she didn't know; anyway, she
Chapter 221 Whether her opponent had charmed her to death or not, she didn't know; anyway, she
The challenge begins with a battle of combat strength among Nascent Soul stage cultivators. The rules are simple and straightforward: each player relies on their own strength. Players can use their contracted beasts to assist them in battle, and aside from their natal magic weapon, they can only utilize the four arts they possess. For example, a fourth-grade weapon refiner who wants to win by destroying a spirit weapon can only destroy one they have crafted. A fifth-grade talisman master can only destroy the talismans they have drawn.
Ten people from each sect were drawn by lot.
也就是这参赛的120人共抽120个号，然后1对2，3对4，依次往后推。
The 60 winners advance to the next round, continuing until the top ten are determined.
The participants from Qingyun Sect are Zhong Lingxin, Mei Yuqing, Liu Qiang, Luo Zhujin, Xi Wenye, Xu Yan, Chen Xinlan, Zong Lingyun, and two others whom Zhong Lingxin brought back from the Long family: Long Ling'er and Long Xingyuan.
During the draw, Zhong Lingxin drew number 59, facing off against Nangong Yifeng, a cultivator from the Beast Taming Sect who drew number 60.
Everyone who saw the draw sighed, feeling sorry for Zhong Lingxin.
Nangong Yifeng is from the Nangong family of the Beast Taming Sect. He is known for his ruthlessness and is the leading figure of the new generation of the Nangong family. He is also a hot candidate for first place in this Nascent Soul Challenge.
The Nangong family has been taming beasts for many years. They may not have many eighth or ninth-tier demonic beasts, but any disciple can easily contract five or six fourth or fifth-tier demonic beasts.
Nangong Yifeng, in particular, has been using various spiritual herbs to broaden his spiritual sense since childhood. It is said that he can contract with demonic beasts two levels higher than himself. In other words, he can bring several sixth-level demonic beasts, equivalent to the Integration Stage, to fight against Nascent Soul cultivators.
Zhong Lingxin was presented as a fifth-grade alchemist, so when she slowly walked onto the arena, no one could bear to watch. Someone shouted from below the stage, "Fellow Daoist Zhong, you should just participate in the alchemy competition and admit defeat here."
On the stage, Nangong Yifeng had already released three sixth-tier contracted beasts, namely three golden lions.
The three golden lions looked exactly alike. When they saw Zhong Lingxin slowly walk onto the stage, they all lowered their front paws and let out low roars.
Nangong Yifeng wanted to win first place, but when he saw Zhong Lingxin, he was unusually moved by compassion. He laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, Zhong Lingxin, is that it? If you admit defeat now, I'll spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless when you feed her to my lion cub later, hahahaha..."
Zhong Lingxin stepped onto the stage and bowed slightly: "Senior Brother Nangong, Qingyun Sect only has disciples who die in battle, not deserters who flee the battlefield. Please forgive me, Senior Brother Nangong."
Nangong Yifeng was shocked that Zhong Lingxin wouldn't accept his leniency. He was extremely displeased and turned his head fiercely, staring at Zhong Lingxin like a wolf. He sneered, "Junior Sister Zhong, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish! What a waste of your beautiful face. Junior Sister Zhong, you should just admit defeat. After the competition, I'll go to your Qingyun Sect to propose marriage. You can come and be my concubine. It's such a waste to feed your delicate face to my lion cub."
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and even her face turned red.
It turns out that Zhong Lingxin, Long Ling'er, Xu Yan, and Chen Xinlan have been participating in the Nascent Soul Competition together. The four beauties, while studying their opponents, couldn't stop them from talking about beautiful magic robes and buying a few in Qingling City.
Zhong Lingxin is wearing a robe that her master specially made for her today, a robe that she had almost forgotten about and kept hidden away.
The light yellow robe, cinched at the waist and slender at the shoulders, subtly accentuated Zhong Lingxin's already tall and slender figure, making her skin appear exceptionally fair. A matching red jade hairpin adorned her hair, and a pair of teardrop-shaped ruby earrings swayed gently by her ears, making Zhong Lingxin's delicate face appear as radiant as the morning glow. Her bright, black, grape-like eyes smiled, and paired with her slightly parted red lips, she quickly made Nangong Yifeng, who hadn't been with a woman for a long time in preparation for the Nascent Soul Competition, unable to resist. All he wanted was to pin Zhong Lingxin down beneath him.
Zhong Lingxin was secretly annoyed. In her own opinion, she would wear a black outfit that she usually wore when playing in the wild.
However, her three best friends firmly stopped her, insisting that she wear this outfit on stage, claiming it would "stun her opponents."
She didn't know if her rival had smitten her, but she was definitely disgusted.
Nangong Yifeng's three golden lions simultaneously let out a low growl, extremely dissatisfied that this damned female cultivator had stolen their master's affection for them.
You should know that although they are only used by their master and are not even considered master and servant, they have been by their master's side for nearly a hundred years. No one has a deeper bond with their master than they do.
This damned woman in front of me is not allowed either.
The audience below the stage was immersed in the farce on stage when they were suddenly awakened by the three golden lions. They all shouted for Zhong Lingxin to quickly admit defeat and get off the stage. It would be such a pity for such a delicate little girl, a hundred-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator, to die like this.
Zhong Lingxin glanced indifferently at the audience, drew her Soul-Slaying Sword, summoned Huanhuan and Xiaoxiao, and said calmly, "Senior Brother Nangong, let's begin!"
Nangong Yifeng's eyes narrowed; Zhong Lingxin actually had two contracted beasts too!
That fox had grown five tails; it was actually a level five nine-tailed fox.
That purple lightning sable was actually a sixth-tier spirit beast.
Nangong Yifeng suddenly hesitated: the nine-tailed fox was an ancient divine beast, and although the purple lightning sable was a spirit beast, it also had extremely high bloodline and could grow into a ninth-tier spirit beast. In terms of bloodline, Zhong Lingxin's two spirit beasts could suppress his three golden lions.
Damn it, how come he ran into Zhong Lingxin, who has two spirit beasts, right off the bat? Should he reveal his trump card?
Yes, Nangong Yifeng still has a trump card: he has a golden-winged eagle bound to him by fate.
This golden-winged eagle has the bloodline of a golden eagle, but unfortunately, the bloodline isn't high enough; only its two wings are golden. He's trying to find a way to purify the golden-winged eagle's bloodline.
With his continuous purification of his bloodline, the Golden-Winged Eagle's combat power has significantly increased. With his fifth-tier combat power, he can fight his three golden-haired lions for half a day before losing.
In a one-on-one fight, none of the three golden lions were a match for his golden-winged eagle.
Originally, he intended to save it and avoid using it if possible. Even if he had to use it, he planned to use it unexpectedly in the final match to compete for first place, as his last trump card.
Nangong Yifeng's mind raced, and he decided to wait and see how things went before making a decision.
Over the years, he had never heard of Zhong Lingxin's famous battle scenes. Maybe she just had no real combat experience and was just lucky enough to have contracted two spirit beasts?
After all, her master was the ascended Qingyang Venerable Saint. Qingyang Venerable Saint cherished his disciple, so it was not difficult for him to catch two spirit beasts for her. He himself had caught a large black dragon.
Nangong Yifeng drew his broadsword and gave Zhong Lingxin a meaningful look, his gaze sweeping over her face and body: "Junior Sister Zhong, please rest assured, I will know my limits. After all, I've always been gentle and considerate towards women..."
Zhong Lingxin was disgusted by him. Before he could utter the word "jade," the Soul-Slaying Sword silently pierced out, striking Nangong Yifeng's brow.