Cultivation starts from devouring the Dao fruits

Nangong Yun let out a soft sigh, "Fairy Cailin, to make a move against a junior, is that not a bit beneath your dignity?"

Fairy Cailin snorted coldly, "If this seat truly wanted to kill someone, could you protect them?"

"Of course, he could not protect them!"

An authoritative voice resounded, a black cloud drifted over from afar, upon which stood a tall and sturdy middle-aged man clad in a black Taoist robe, with handsome features and a stern expression.

"We've seen Elder Cang!"

The many cultivators present performed a greeting.

Zhao Yu pondered inwardly, "That is Elder Cang Wushuang of the Cang Ling Sect, the Supreme Elder. Before the invasion of the Yin Ghost Sect, he was the strongest in the Northern Desolation, even the Beast Taming Sect's Sect Master was once defeated by him."

"One person, Nangong Yun, might not be able to protect, but what about the two of us? Fairy Cailin, it is only a trivial matter, why escalate to the point of such hostility? Hurting the harmony among our families only benefits outsiders!"

A hearty voice echoed from the sky, a blue Jiao dragon pulling a bronze war chariot flew over, and atop that bronze war chariot sat a middle-aged male cultivator dressed in beast skins, bulky in stature, with short hair and a fully bearded, heroic face, exuding a rough temperament, along with a beautiful young man and woman who bore a striking resemblance to him.

"We've seen Elder Yuwen!"

The many cultivators present performed a greeting.

Zhao Yu pondered inwardly, "That's Elder Yuwen Zhenming of the Hundred Beasts Sect, one of the Northern Desolation's Golden Core cultivators!"

"Outsiders, are you referring to me? Aren't we of the Northern Desolation's Five Sects supposed to be allies?"

A slightly cold voice arose in the sky, a pitch-black ghostly wind blew from afar, and a middle-aged man appeared before everyone with a slim figure, pale skin, well-defined features, thick dark circles under his eyes, looking like a living corpse, wearing a black robe.

Standing beside the middle-aged man was a young cultivator in black attire, tall and handsome with an extraordinary bearing.

"We've seen Elder You!"

The many cultivators present performed a greeting.

Zhao Yu pondered inwardly, "He is none other than Sect Master You Tianming of the Yin Ghost Sect, the current strongest in the Northern Desolation! It seems he has used a secret technique in the war of the Five Sects and has yet to recover."

The Yin Ghost Sect's sect-protecting cultivation technique is called the Yin Ling Transformation Scripture, which allows cultivators to better cultivate a variety of Evil Ghosts. In addition, it includes a series of powerful secret techniques that enable the ghosts under their command to unleash a more terrifying combat power.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Of course, the stronger the secret technique used from the Yin Ling Transformation Scripture, the greater the price to be paid. Just like other immortal cultivation techniques, the Yin Ling Transformation Scripture can enhance a cultivator's appearance and aura, but if one uses a damaging secret technique that harms their vitality, they start to become ugly, resembling an Evil Ghost more closely.

Nangong Yun smiled faintly, "We of the Northern Desolation's Five Sects are naturally allies!"

As the six great Golden Core cultivators descended to the ground, the many foundation establishment cultivators present split into six groups, each standing behind one of the six great Golden Core cultivators, thus forming six camps.

Fairy Cailin spoke indifferently, "Loose Cultivator Shiyang, the magical combat should begin now!"

Loose Cultivator Shiyang nodded slightly, addressing Zhao Yu and Jing Xiongtao, "Are the two of you ready?"

Zhao Yu and the other replied, "We're ready!"

Loose Cultivator Shiyang spoke indifferently, "I will first state the rules of the magical combat, as long as one side does not concede, they are not considered defeated. Only if one side dies in battle, or voluntarily surrenders, will they be deemed defeated. No interference from others is allowed during the combat, anyone who violates this will also count as a loss for their side.

If there are no objections, then let the magical combat officially begin!"

As soon as Loose Cultivator Shiyang's words ended, Zhao Yu immediately brought out his Xuan Turtle Spiritual Shield, and a faint spiritual light resurfaced upon it, a massive phantom of the Xuan Turtle emerged, guarding in front of him.

Peony Fairy praised, "A supreme grade spiritual artifact! Brother Zhao is indeed generous, worthy of the title Pill Master!"

Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifacts are easily worth upwards of a hundred thousand Spirit Stones, and many Foundation Establishment late-stage Loose Cultivators may not be able to afford a single Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Fairy Shuixian's brows furrowed slightly as she said, "A Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifact consumes too much mana. If the opponent is intent on a defensive, elusive combat, it would be very disadvantageous for Junior Brother Zhao Yu."

Jing Xiongtao gave a slight smile and brought out a palm-sized gourd. The gourd emitted a light red Spiritual Light, swelled in the wind, and transformed into a gourd about one Zhang in size, spewing out a massive amount of flames sweeping towards Zhao Yu.

Once the massive flames fell onto the illusory image of the Xuan Turtle, they were blocked, and both sides' mana was being rapidly depleted.

Qi Changsheng remarked indifferently, "Zhao Yu lacks experience in Magical Combat. He is just a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and his mana is far less substantial than Jing Xiongtao's. He originally had a chance only by winning with a surprise strategy.

Yet, he employed a Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifact for defense, causing his mana consumption to far exceed Jing Xiongtao's, leading to his defeat being merely a matter of time."

Su Bingyun calmly said, "Not necessarily!"

Qi Changsheng's brows furrowed slightly, and he took another glance at Su Bingyun, "Could the rumors be true? Does she fancy Zhao Yu of the Dan Ling Sect? But how is that guy worthy of her?"

Su Bingyun, as the Direct Disciple of the Cang Ling Sect's Sect Leader, possessed extraordinary talent and breathtaking beauty. She was also the Golden Core Seed of the Cang Ling Sect, chased after by countless admirers. However, she showed no interest in her suitors, and Qi Changsheng, having failed to pursue her, was thus captivated by Nangong Shiyao and became her devoted suitor.

Zhao Yu suddenly flicked his right hand covertly, producing thirty-six Wind Shadow Needles. Controlled by his Eighth Level Foundation Establishment Divine Sense, they silently darted towards Jing Xiongtao.

Jing Xiongtao sensed it and his expression changed, conjuring a crimson Spiritual Shield in an instant.

The crimson Spiritual Shield, full of spirituality, instantly expanded to about one Zhang in size, and positioned itself in front of Jing Xiongtao.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

One after another, the Wind Shadow Needles struck the crimson Spiritual Shield, all being blocked by the shield.

However, under Zhao Yu's control, several Wind Shadow Needles ingeniously appeared behind Jing Xiongtao, aiming for the back of his head.

"Stop!! We concede!!"

The Upper Master Bai Feng's face turned pale as he roared, suddenly releasing the terrifying aura of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment Stage, producing a white Magic Sword and stabbing towards Zhao Yu. He could see that if those Wind Shadow Needles struck, his only son, the treasure who had reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, would be gone.

"How dare you attack an elder under my command while I am present? Are you seeking death?"

Fairy Cai Ling's phoenix eyes snapped open as she shouted, wielding a green Magic Sword and slashing down.

"Fairy, please calm your anger! I was just being foolish for a moment!"

Upper Master Bai Feng's face drastically changed, and he swiftly brought out a hill-like white Spiritual Artifact, which blossomed with dazzling white Spiritual Light to shield himself.

Clang!

Accompanied by a terrible thunderous noise, the hill-like white Spiritual Artifact was cleaved apart, and the fearsome sword light directly slashed towards Upper Master Bai Feng.

"Fairy Cai Ling, please calm your anger, Upper Master Bai Feng's offense does not warrant death!"

Nangong Yun waved his hand, and a white Spiritual Shield suddenly appeared in front of Upper Master Bai Feng, blocking the green sword light on the spot.

Almost at the same time, the several Wind Shadow Needles pierced through Jing Xiongtao's Protective Body Aura and penetrated his head, flying out with a trace of blood.

Jing Xiongtao wore an expression of disbelief, his body swayed slightly, then he heavily fell to the ground, becoming a corpse.

The Loose Cultivator Shiyang announced calmly, "In this bout of Magical Combat, Zhao Yu of Dan Ling Sect is victorious!"