Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Xu Yang learned from Zhou Tai that Yang Yuan’s strength had only been considered average among all the seed disciples before.

But after returning from the Immortal Pride List, his entire Immortal Essence and foundation had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Zhou Tai and Ji Hong speculated that Yang Yuan most likely obtained some rare and astonishing earthly treasure, which allowed him to be reborn and greatly increased his potential.

"Senior Brother, after a cultivator becomes a True Immortal, is there any way to improve their immortal foundation?" Xu Yang asked curiously.

"The Immortal Foundation..."

Zhou Tai said, "Basically impossible, but in the heavens and earth, there do exist some rare treasures that can achieve it."

So it really exists!

"Who knows, perhaps in one or two years, we might just encounter it." Zhou Tai glanced up at the vague starlight above the firmament.

"Hm?"

Xu Yang’s heart trembled. Encounter it in just a year or two?

The opportunity to transform the immortal foundation, or even to upgrade its grade, sounded like it would cause an enormous commotion.

"No one can say for sure. When it appears, you’ll know."

Seeing Xu Yang’s probing gaze, Zhou Tai revealed a mysterious smile.

Xu Yang gave an exasperated smile and could only suppress his curiosity.

At this moment.

Ji Hong and Yang Yuan’s duel had reached its climax, to the point that it was almost impossible to make out their movements.

Boom!

Bam!

A radiant burst of immortal light exploded ferociously, followed by a figure falling in disarray.

Xu Yang focused his gaze—unsurprisingly, it was Yang Yuan.

His face was deathly pale, blood at the corner of his mouth.

Xu Yang quickly looked over at Ji Hong; he seemed to be in a somewhat better state than Yang Yuan, but one arm was trembling uncontrollably, and drops of fresh blood were sliding down his hand.

Ji Hong was also injured.

"Senior Brother Ji truly formidable, I’ve lost." Yang Yuan licked the blood from his lips, weakly clasping his fists in salute.

"Junior Brother Yang, I’m afraid it won’t be long before you surpass me."

"No wonder you could make it onto the Immortal Pride List."

Ji Hong narrowed his eyes, his tone flat and unreadable.

But anyone could guess that Ji Hong’s heart was anything but calm.

Previously, Ji Hong may not have dominated Yang Yuan, but he was certainly close.

But now, Yang Yuan’s pace of improvement was just too fast.

Though he lost, it was only by a narrow margin—and Ji Hong was injured as well, which speaks volumes!

"If I stepped in, I might not even be able to suppress him now." Zhou Tai sighed quietly, murmuring, "Brother Xu, hurry up and forge your Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation so you can put this guy in his place."

Xu Yang twitched his lips—how could it be that easy?

However, he did give Yang Yuan a long, deep look.

That treasure bestowed by the sect—he didn’t use it!

If he had used it... Ji Hong would have definitely lost!

This was something only Xu Yang knew, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to share with outsiders.

In Xu Yang’s view, if it had been a fight to the death, most likely the one who would survive in the end was Yang Yuan.

"Brother Xu, interested in a match?"

Yang Yuan suddenly looked toward Xu Yang and called out.

Everyone was instantly stunned, all thinking, ’Yang Yuan has lost his mind.’

He just challenged Ji Hong, and now wants to spar with Xu Yang.

The gap in their cultivation base is simply worlds apart.

Xu Yang paused for a moment, then the corner of his mouth tipped up as he teased, "To exchange pointers with Senior Brother Yang would be an honor, but how shall we go about it?"

Yang Yuan laughed aloud, "Simple!"

"I’ll have the Fourth Elder seal my cultivation to the Late Stage of True Immortal, and I won’t recover from my current state either. That shouldn’t count as bullying Brother Xu, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Fourth Elder glanced over as well.

He was actually quite keen on seeing Yang Yuan teach Xu Yang a lesson.

Sealing him at Late Stage True Immortal, plus his current condition, Yang Yuan’s sincerity could not be doubted.

"In that case, let’s make it even simpler."

Xu Yang grinned, "How about we decide the winner in one move?"

"One move?"

"Alright."

Yang Yuan smiled briskly—his self-assurance was extraordinary.

No matter what, his foundations and experience as a Celestial Immortal were beyond question.

Even if Xu Yang was powerful, even comparable to Late Stage True Immortal, there’s no way he could win.

This match was really to test how strong Xu Yang truly was now.

"Deciding with one move—that’s interesting."

"Definitely worth watching."

"Xu Yang’s courage is impressive. Even though Yang Yuan’s current state isn’t great and his cultivation is partly sealed, he still has tremendous advantage."

"True, and has Xu Yang’s strength really reached Late Stage True Immortal?"

"No matter what, I still can hardly bear to look at Xu Yang’s monstrous cultivation for his age."

"Even if Xu Yang truly has Late Stage True Immortal strength, beating Yang Yuan will be tough. A Celestial Immortal’s foundation and Seventh Grade Immortal Foundation aren’t just for show."

...

Everyone was intrigued.

Even though it was just one move, because of their identities, this bout was certain to be more exciting than Ji Hong versus Yang Yuan.

Ji Hong and Zhou Tai’s eyes were shining too, filled with expectation.

"Would the Fourth Elder please step in?"

Yang Yuan saluted the Fourth Elder.

"It’s just a spar, stop when necessary," said the Fourth Elder mildly.

"Rest assured, Elder."

Swish!

The Fourth Elder sat cross-legged, forming a Curved Palm Seal, and, like lightning, transformed into streaks of immortal light enveloping Yang Yuan.

After several breaths.

Yang Yuan’s aura dropped sharply, his cultivation sealed at the Late Stage of True Immortal Realm.

"Brother Xu, go ahead."

Yang Yuan gave a faint smile, filled with confidence.

"Careful, Senior Brother Yang."

Xu Yang did not stand on ceremony.

As his words fell, in the blink of an eye, he stepped forward.

Buzz!

A jet-black immortal blade appeared in his palm, its light rising and skimming the air like ripples on water.

Wind rises, waves surge!

In an instant.

Everyone’s eyes widened in amazement.

"What kind of blade technique is that Divine Technique?"

"Its profundity even caused my Primordial Spirit to tremble—I can’t see through it."

"It seems to be related to wind, but it’s far too obscure."

...

The crowd was astonished.

Even the Fourth Elder squinted, ripples flickering in his eyes.

"Is it the force of wind and wave? To command its intent within an inch—this seems even more like a powerful Divine Technique, though he’s only at the introductory level."

The Golden Immortal elder, with keen eyes and rich experience, saw many subtleties that even Ji Hong and the others could not perceive.

"This blade is certainly impressive, but whether it threatens Yang Yuan still depends on his own power."

Divine Technique is just ornamentation!

If the strength is sufficient, the power of this blade is beyond question!

If not, no matter how exquisite, it won’t shake a mighty tree!

Facing Xu Yang head-on, Yang Yuan immediately sensed a strong threat, his eyes twitched, and he launched all his power without hesitation.

Boom!

His robes billowed, immortal essence surged, and he leapt into the air.

"Splitting Light Shadow!"

Boom!

Yang Yuan’s palm curled into a claw, sweeping downward like lightning, with an immortal seal gathering from his hand out of thin air, forming a straight bolt of lightning, as slender as a thread of hair, piercing through the sky and tearing apart the immortal light.

Xu Yang’s expression didn’t change; the light blade floated and suddenly vibrated.

Rumble!

The wind howled to its peak, the waves surged to the heavens.

The mere wisp of power from the Field of Fallen Wind Immortals coiled within the blade’s light, its might erupting like a mountain collapsing and a sea flooding.

Clang!

Boom!

Crack!

The muffled explosion mixed with a sharp splintering sound echoed in their ears.

The blade waves rolled and split apart.

While that thread of light was fiercely shredded by the blade’s radiance.

The two figures retreated at once, both letting out a deep groan at the same time.

The crowd’s eyes bulged wide.

"Hell!"

"He really does have Late Stage True Immortal strength—damn!"

"He actually forced Yang Yuan to retreat."

"So... who won?"

...

Above the black clouds, the crowd was astounded, hardly daring to believe it.

Just one move, yet it was utterly shocking.