Chapter Six: The Duel

  "Mount Pongwonsan!"

  Lu Hongyang, the younger brother of the short knife, changed his face slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. It was clear that he recognized the newcomer, and exchanged a glance with his companions beside him, all of whom saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

  But just a brief indulgence, calmly waiting for Huang Wenshan's arrival.

  "Pang Wenshan, you wouldn't be thinking of snatching our demon core, would you? However, relying on yourself won't do; how about adding this trash to the mix?"

  Another green-clad disciple with a long gun on his back sneered at Pang Wenshan as he approached.

  "Yang Binglong, if you were alone, would you dare speak to me like that?"

  Don't look at Pang Wenshan's stout body, but his speed is not slow at all. In a few leaps, he arrived in front of Liu Ziqing, his face full of anger.

  "Hmph! Don't be so quick with your words, you're just one person here, do you think you can still oppose the four of us?"

  Yang Binglong's face turned gloomy, and he said coldly.

  "Pfft, those crappy Eastern Courtyard Four Chivalrous Heroes. In Fat Master's opinion, they should be called the Eastern Courtyard Four Crayfish!"

  Pang Wenshan snorted, his eyes rolling around, without a hint of dullness on his face.

  "Hah... cough, cough!"

  Laughter came, but Liu Zi woke up and heard the conversation between the two sides. He couldn't help but twitch his wound, hurting so much that he grimaced.

  "Even if the heads of each department allow us to compete privately, you've gone too far, haven't you?"

  Pang Wenshan's face turned ugly, the ten-character scar on Liu Ziqing's chest blocked the meridian in front of his chest, and just healing would take more than a month.

  Now is the time for rapid progress in cultivation, and this will inevitably affect the progress of cultivation.

  "Too much?! Hmph, you Southern Institute disciples are so unskilled in your craft, yet you still try to forcibly take our hard-won demon core. You're simply asking for it!"

  Lu Hongyang raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with disdain. There were four six-layer warriors present, and even if Pang Wenshan was stronger than them by a head, it would only make each of them slightly stronger at most.

  "Not bad, you're not even skilled yet and you want to show off in front of others. We're just teaching a lesson to the disciples of the Southern Institute, so they won't provoke someone they shouldn't in the future and lose their lives for nothing!"

  They had never spoken before, and their faces were extremely similar, as if they had opened their mouths at the same time.

  These two men were brothers, named Lü Zhēng Fēng and Lü Míng Fēng. They excelled at the art of joint attack, and their moves were unpredictable and deadly. This was why they didn't consider Páng Wén Shān, the former number one outer door disciple of the East Wing, to be a threat.

  "Haha!"

  As soon as the words fell, the four people looked up and burst out laughing loudly, their arrogance fully revealed.

  "What a poor skill, what a master of the Eastern Mansion teaches his disciples, can't be accomplished without being ruthless?"

  Suddenly, a clear and cold sound like a crisp bell came over, startling the four people who looked around in search of its source.

  In the distance, on top of a giant rock, stood a figure in green clothes, whose ordinary attire seemed to exude an otherworldly elegance.

  Hiding in the stone crevice, Li Chen couldn't help but secretly curse his luck. Although the alluring fragrance wafted up to his nostrils from time to time, from this position, he could see the white underwear of the beauty above, making him blush bright red.

  This woman had silently approached to such a close distance, if she were to launch a surprise attack on him, he would definitely be dead without a chance of survival, and in an instant, the slightest ripple of disturbance in his heart would vanish without a trace.

  It is evident that the kung fu he has cultivated is superior to his physical form.

  "Chu Shi Mei!"

  Pang Wenshan let out a sigh of relief, although Chu Ziyan was two years younger than himself, but his cultivation had reached the sixth layer realm, and his skills were even more impressive, making him the top among the outer disciples of the Southern Institute.

  "Zi Yun!"

  The four people in the East Wing changed their expressions slightly and secretly thought it was bad.

  Xuanyun Sect occupies Luoyun Peak, with its disciples divided into four institutes: East, South, West and North. Each institute has hundreds of young male and female disciples. As a result, some busybodies have compiled a list of the most talented individuals among the outer and inner gates of the four institutes.

  Zhu Zi Yun's great name was unparalleled in the four institutes, and she was the number one outer sect disciple of the Eastern Institute at just 14 years old. Except for Western Institute's prodigy Yang Hua Tian who surpassed her by a year at 13 years old, there were no others who could surpass her.

  The top outer door disciples of the East and North Institutes are all around fifteen or sixteen years old, and will soon break through to the seventh level and become inner door disciples. It can be said that they are far superior to him.

  To be considered the best, apart from cultivation and innate talent, it is even more important to have a high-level technique and powerful martial skills.

  Rumors have it that Chu Zi Yun's talent is extraordinary, and her comprehension is astonishing. Not only has she cultivated a top-grade human-stage cultivation technique to perfection, but also a top-grade human-stage martial skill to perfection.

  But whenever a skill reaches the top level, it will have special effects that are in no way inferior to the ordinary primary skills of a higher rank.

  It's just a matter of time, this kind of person will definitely become an elite disciple, and no one wants to provoke them easily.

  "We still have things to attend to and can't stay for long, farewell!"

  The four of them exchanged a glance and chose to retreat without hesitation. If they didn't leave now, facing the two geniuses from Nan Institute would only lead to their own disadvantage.

  "Hey!"

  Pang Wenshan sneered and his figure flashed, about to intercept him, but suddenly stopped and looked up.

  "Hum, it's really lost face for our East Courtyard!"

  Among the tender shoots, there was a hint of pride, and only one young man with a face as white as jade, extremely handsome, floated down from the treetops.

  "Brother Yang!"

  The four were shocked and surprised, the comer was none other than Yang Haotian, the first person of the East Courtyard's outer gate, who had come alone to venture into the outskirts of Gu Cang Mountain, truly a bold move for someone with exceptional skills.

  "Hmm!"

  Even if he was unwilling in his heart, Pang Wenshan had to admit that the other party's talent was higher than his own, and their future prospects would definitely be above his own. Of course, the other party also had to live until then.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  As everyone stood facing each other, several figures rushed over from a distance, who were the disciples of Nan Institute hurrying to the scene upon hearing the news.

  But apart from the first two being at the sixth level of cultivation, the rest were all at the fifth level. Seeing the situation in the arena, their faces changed several times.

  Chu Zi Yun stood tall on the giant stone, a red glow mysteriously flew onto her face, but it was quickly retracted. She floated down to the center of the arena, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked at Yang Hua Tian: "Today, the Eastern Courtyard disciples forcefully seized the Southern Courtyard disciples' demon cores. If they are returned, then that's the end of it. But if not, there will be a battle!"

  Chu Zi Yun, although a woman, had words that were powerful and forceful, in no way weaker than the proud Yang Hua Tian.

  "Hmph, let's fight then! You and I will settle this with one battle. The winner can have this demon core!"

  Yang Huan Tian didn't show any weakness, although he was young, but in his eyes, there was a hint of admiration for Chu Zi Yun. Although he was young, as a proud son of heaven, he naturally had many beauties following him, but none of them could compare to Chu Zi Yun.

  Chu Ziyan slightly frowned with a hint of disgust: "Is this the demeanor of the number one person in the East Wing?"

  "Chu Shi's sister has something to say, don't hesitate to speak directly!"

  Yang Huan stood proudly with his hands behind his back, as if he had already won the argument and was now representing Lu Hongyang's four people.

  "Three battles and two wins, the winner can get this demon core, as well as this top-level personal martial art 'Wind Walking Step'!"

  Chu Zi Yun reached into her waist pouch and pulled out a palm-sized booklet, casting a faint glance at the other person.

  "Hey, there are still five bottles of Gathering Dan!"

  Pang Wenshan had already put his mind at ease, and with an ill-intentioned glance at the other person, he pulled out five jade bottles from his palm. This was the depth of the first person in the outer courtyard of the Western Temple, where ordinary disciples would be lucky to have one or two by their side.

  "What? Five bottles of Gathering Spirit Dan? Pang Wenshan, don't you want to break through the seventh layer and enter the inner gate?"

  Lu Hongyang and the other three exclaimed in surprise at the same time, but their eyes revealed a thick layer of greed.

  No matter whether it's the top-level body technique of the human rank or the Five-Bottle Gathering Elixir, they are too tempting for them. With these, they can speed up their entry into the inner door disciples and even have a set of excellent life-saving techniques.