I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

On the day of the Magical Combat before the armies, the low-level Cultivators and demons from both sides were ordered to remain in their barracks. They were forbidden from going outside, let alone watching the battle.

It wasn’t that the higher-ups were afraid the low-level Cultivators and demons would see through their little unspoken agreements and sham fights.

The low-level Cultivators and demons didn’t have the perception for that anyway.

The main reason was, how could a battle between Nascent Soul Powerhouses be treated as entertainment for juniors to watch and critique!

The tradition of Magical Combat before the armies had, in fact, always existed.

Whether it was among the Human Race, between the Human Race and the Demon Race, or among the Demon Race.

Magical Combat was always a method to boost morale.

The victorious side would naturally have their morale greatly boosted. As for the defeated side, sometimes their spirits would plummet, but other times they would turn shame into courage.

But the Magical Combat between the Immortal City Alliance and the Five Demon Clans Alliance had become less and less of a spectacle.

Over time, the low-level Cultivators and demons gradually discovered that the Magical Combat of the higher-ups often involved fighting without consequence, fighting without death.

Rarely did anyone fight to the death.

On the contrary, when the low-level Cultivators and demons below them met on the battlefield, it was often a fight to the bitter end.

Coupled with the fact that they weren’t allowed to watch in person and could only hear the battle reports...

...everyone had grown tired of this drama of powerhouses engaging in Magical Combat. It was difficult for their morale to be affected anymore.

It was in this atmosphere, where both sides were being perfunctory and their acting wasn’t very committed, that Du Youqian ascended into the air to face the Tier Four Early Stage Long-tailed Golden Chicken Demon King.

This Long-tailed Golden Chicken Demon King stood a little shorter than an average human female. Its feathers were vibrant, and its long tail plumes could almost rival a Phoenix Feather.

Standing on a cloud, it looked full of spirit, even a bit majestic.

"And what is your esteemed name, Fellow Daoist?" Du Youqian asked, clasping his hands.

"Fellow Daoist? You called me Fellow Daoist?" The Long-tailed Golden Chicken Demon King suddenly grew agitated.

Du Youqian was baffled. "Is it so strange to call you Fellow Daoist? Why can’t I? In my view, although you of the Ten Thousand Races rely too heavily on your talents and bloodlines, your deep exploration of those very things is also a form of pursuing the Dao. It’s just that the Dao you seek is different from that of the Human Race. Our Daos are different, so we cannot plot together, but it’s still proper to address you as a Fellow Daoist."

The Long-tailed Golden Chicken Demon King’s eyes flickered. "You’re a strange one."

After a pause, it said, "I’m Jinrong, of the Jin Race."

Du Youqian’s expression turned solemn. "Friend Jinrong, I take this Magical Combat very seriously, and I have the utmost respect for you. Therefore, I will most certainly give it my all. My apologies in advance!"

Jinrong hastily sent via Telepathy: "It’s fine if you don’t give it your all..."

But Du Youqian had already launched his attack.

Truth be told, Du Youqian’s combat prowess in this life had declined just a little.

He had been so focused on raising his Cultivation that he hadn’t yet gathered a full set of equipment.

The Flying Sword he had on hand, compared to the Tier Four "Jinhuan," had a power gap as vast as the one between a 7.7mm Browning machine gun and a 20mm Hispano-Suiza cannon.

One could spray for ages without killing anyone, while the other could blast a person to pieces with a single shot...

Furthermore, he basically couldn’t use the Human Dao Sword he had mastered. As for the Celestial Dao Sword, he *could* use it, but since he hadn’t achieved Core Formation via a Sword Pill and wasn’t a pure Sword Cultivator, its power was limited.

As for the Blood Slaughter Sword Scripture, it was fine for assassinating humans and demons in secret.

But if he used it in public, given the Demon Race’s fear and hatred of the Blood Slaughter Sword Scripture, he could probably forget about ever having a peaceful day again. He’d even have to sleep with one eye open—not that he slept much anyway.

But even though the methods at his disposal were a tiny bit reduced, Du Youqian was not afraid.

As the saying goes, "one trick is all you need." With his Great Success stage "Broken Water" Sword Intent, he could use it over and over again without fear of it being countered.

Besides, he still had those few near-cheating Divine Abilities.

If he were in a Magical Combat with a Human Race Nascent Soul, he would be a bit more wary.

Or against a particularly powerful member of the Demon Race, he would also be more cautious.

But what was that saying again?

’A chicken is a chicken.’

’No matter how beautiful its tail feathers or how vibrant it looks, it’s still a chicken, isn’t it?’

’How much combat power could a Long-tailed Golden Chicken possibly have?’

As Du Youqian recklessly charged forward with his Flying Sword, he profoundly experienced the answer: none at all.

"Human! You, human! Hey! I said, don’t be so aggressive! Can’t we just put on a show? Stop fighting! Stop chasing me!"

Du Youqian was speechless. "Friend Jinrong, don’t run!"

One human, one demon. Before they had even officially clashed, the Long-tailed Golden Chicken had already bolted.

"Your Sword is too vicious! Don’t point it at me! I’m scared!"

"Wait," Du Youqian said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Friend Jinrong, since you came out for Magical Combat, why not have a proper fight with me? Running around like this, aren’t you afraid the other clans will blame you when you get back?"

’But truth be told, even though the Long-tailed Golden Chicken’s wings don’t look very big, it’s certainly not slow when it flies.’

’With such power... I wonder if its roasted wings would be delicious... SLURP, SLURP.’

Jinrong transmitted via Telepathy while frantically flapping its wings to escape: "They don’t have the gall to blame me! My clan is famous for being bad at fighting, yet they insisted on pushing me out here for Magical Combat. If I don’t run, am I supposed to just wait for you to kill me, take me back, and roast me for dinner?!"

With a righteous expression, Du Youqian swung his sword from a distance. Unfortunately, the chicken dodged so quickly that he only managed to shear off a few feathers.

"Friend Jinrong, you worry too much. We are engaged in a proper, honorable Magical Combat. I respect you greatly. Even if you were to die by my hand, I would not eat you."

"Then stop drooling!"

"Friend Jinrong, now you’re going too far! I am a dignified Golden Core Cultivator! And you accuse me of drooling? This is an insult to my character!"

"Say no more! My clan’s senses are extremely sharp. Your calling me ’Fellow Daoist’ is sincere, and your desire to eat me is also sincere. I know both!"

The human and the chicken chased each other across the sky for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, but Du Youqian simply couldn’t catch up. After all, the speed of a Tier Four Transformed Great Demon far surpassed that of a human Golden Core Cultivator.

What’s more, the Long-tailed Golden Chicken was naturally skilled in speed and flight.

What frustrated Du Youqian was that although this fellow had used a Transformation technique... it was to make itself smaller.

In other words, the chicken was determined to use its smaller, more agile form to flee, absolutely refusing a direct confrontation.

’How am I supposed to fight this?’

Du Youqian’s equipment wasn’t complete; he didn’t have a Tier Four Flying Treasure, so he couldn’t catch up even if he wanted to.

Unless he used Sword Intents like "Annihilate" or "Tu," but that would go against his original intentions.

Meanwhile, Jinrong kept casting some flashy, grand-looking Talent Magic that was actually completely useless.

Du Youqian could only cast Magic from a distance in response, making the exchange look incredibly spectacular and intense.

In reality, they were both "Immune to All Techniques," so no matter how much Magic they used, it was just like scratching an itch.

Du Youqian could only offer this critique: ’The special effects are great, but the acting is terrible, and so half-hearted...’

After fighting for another half-incense stick’s time, Jinrong said, "Alright, that’s enough! I’ve held out for this long, I can surrender now!"

Du Youqian stopped in the distance and helplessly sent a message via Telepathy, "Well then, let’s call it a day. We’ll have another Magical Combat next time."

"Let’s forget about the Magical Combat," Jinrong said, also stopping. It flapped its wings, looking like it could keep fleeing like this all day without getting tired. "You, human, if you dare to come to my clan’s territory, I’ll treat you to roasted chicken. Not my kin, but un-sentient, unintelligent Demon Beasts. I’m telling you, the roasted chicken is so tender! The Golden-Spotted Black Panthers love it the most."

Du Youqian smiled faintly. "Why wouldn’t I dare? Let’s set a time!"

Jinrong was overjoyed. "Tomorrow, then! You sneak over, and I’ll come meet you. Don’t worry, as long as you come, you’ll be my guest. My clansmen and those other clans won’t touch you."

"What do I have to worry about? In that case, Friend Jinrong, see you tomorrow!"

Jinrong then announced loudly, "What a fierce Magical Combat! Master Who-Knows is too powerful! I surrender! I surrender! I give up!"

"My name is Sui Xiao!" Du Youqian said, shaking his head as he descended.

He wasn’t just craving a bite of roasted chicken wing; he wanted to discuss some serious business with Jinrong.

He had previously heard that many Immortal Cities secretly had dealings with some Demon Race tribes, trading for mutual benefit or borrowing passage to conduct business in the Eastern Domain of the Endless Desert Sea.

Kai Feng Master had also hinted that some families in the Seven Cities Alliance were secretly engaged in this kind of activity.

’If others can do it, why can’t my Ruihan City?’

Du Youqian planned to have a good talk with the Long-tailed Golden Chicken clan, which excelled in flight and speed.

If they could reach a cooperation agreement, nothing would be better.

After returning to the military camp, several Core Formation Masters from the Immortal City Alliance came up to congratulate Du Youqian on his victory—but the looks they gave him were ones of utter speechlessness.

Although they weren’t Tier Four, they could still see that the fight between Du Youqian and the Long-tailed Golden Chicken was a sham and understood the trickery involved.