The three cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect continued saying:

"Liu Yu, it’s not that we don’t respect you, but if you want to act shamelessly, you’ll have to go to the Celestial Sea Alliance’s Law Enforcement Hall for a public trial and let the Elders judge."

"However, you’re in a crucial moment of the duel, why not hand over the item obediently to save yourself from delaying your matters, what do you say?"

Meanwhile.

One of the cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect had already secretly sent out a Communication Talisman, likely notifying someone from within the sect.

Qin Ming noticed this and furrowed his brow slightly but did not rush to leave immediately. Instead, he continued to watch.

In front of him, Liu Yu was also caught in a dilemma.

His lovely wife beside him, overwhelmed with guilt, tearfully apologized to him, "Husband, it’s all my fault. I didn’t notice there was something important in the books when selling them."

Liu Yu comforted her a bit, "It’s alright."

The matter actually started because of him. Even though Liu Yu was mighty, he couldn’t withstand the high-intensity exhaustion from consecutive days of intense dueling.

Therefore, he wanted to visit the Treasure Tower on the island to purchase a high-tier recovery Spirit Medicine—Yang Returning True Water. Unfortunately, purchasing such a Spiritual Pill was undoubtedly a huge expense for a Golden Core Cultivator of Loose Cultivator background like Liu Yu.

Although he was favored and promoted by Supreme Yang, he had to rely on his own efforts to strive for opportunities.

Faced with such an enormous expense, he could only find ways to raise the funds himself, selling off some assets to exchange for the Spirit Medicine.

Because as long as he could make it into the top three of the Immortal Mansion Grand Assembly trials, he could receive a Nascent Soul Formation Spiritual Object reward, seeking a slim chance at the Great Dao.

Compared to the opportunity of the Great Dao, what are some mere items worth?

"So, how about it? Have you made up your mind?"

The cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect, seeing the extraordinary nature of that Golden Palace Script Page, continuously urged.

Swish!

At this moment.

A sudden violent fluctuation appeared in the nearby space, then a figure in a purple robe emerged.

Qin Ming’s gaze slightly shifted; he had seen this person before at the Nascent Soul Exchange Conference—it was True Monarch Qingfeng of the Ancient Sword Sect, reputedly having mastered the Qingchen Sword Scripture to perfection.

Among the many early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in the East Sea Cultivation Realm, he ranked within the top five.

True Monarch Qingfeng, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, stood tall with an aloof expression, like an ancient sword sharpened and ready, as he appeared, a massive Spiritual Pressure descended upon the surroundings.

Many cultivators on the street turned pale, quickly exercising their mana to resist the discomfort.

Many Low-Tier Cultivators couldn’t stand and were pressed to the ground.

Qin Ming remained unfazed, feeling quite disdainful of the Nascent Soul cultivator randomly exerting Spiritual Pressure.

True Monarch Qingfeng was clearly called over by the three from the Ancient Sword Sect as backup.

"Greetings, Patriarch!!"

Upon arrival, True Monarch Qingfeng glanced around and merely nodded slightly in response.

Then, to the astonishment of many, he walked toward Qin Ming and greeted him with a lukewarm nod:

"Fellow Daoist Qin."

"Fellow Daoist Qingchen."

Qin Ming returned a slight bow.

This statement drew sidelong glances from everyone on the street.

No one dared to look directly at a Nascent Soul Great Power, nor did they dare to release their Divine Sense to probe, only lowering their heads to secretly observe.

The three Golden Core cultivators of the Ancient Sword Sect never expected that this seemingly ordinary young cultivator was a legendary Nascent Soul True Monarch at the same level as their Patriarch.

The three were secretly terrified, realizing that their previous actions had been witnessed by this senior.

Liu Yu, too, had been fully focused on the dispute and was unaware, especially since Qin Ming had hidden his mana aura.

Even if it was Qin Ming himself who maintained his true appearance, even True Monarch Qingfeng would be none the wiser.

"Is Qin Daoist just passing by... or?" True Monarch Qingfeng inquired.

Qin Ming responded calmly, "I had an agreement with Liu Yu about a transaction, just here to collect things."

The Heaven-Devouring Rat had just exerted effort to convey to him that the Golden Palace Script Page was a truly valuable treasure.

Qin Ming naturally wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

This statement changed the expressions of Liu Yu and the three cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect; even True Monarch Qingfeng’s face became displeased.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the onlookers regretted being there, wishing they could flee immediately.

Yet they were trembling, not daring to act rashly.

Under the confrontation between two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, even the mere collision of their auras could turn them, mere onlookers, into pieces under the impact of the aftermath.

Liu Yu felt even more bitter inside, unexpectedly caught between two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, both coveting the Golden Palace Script Page in his hand, turning it instantly into a hot potato.

It wasn’t hard for him to discern the intent in Qin Ming’s words; it was clear he was determined to get the Golden Palace Script Page, leaving no room for doubt.

"Oh? How come I haven’t heard that Fellow Daoist Qin has any relationship with Liu Yu?"

"Could it be you also fancy that Golden Palace Script Page?"

True Monarch Qingfeng spoke candidly, addressing Qin Ming directly.

"The entire book with this page has already been traded to my sect’s disciples."

"That naturally doesn’t include what Qin wants," Qin Ming said expressionlessly.

True Monarch Qingfeng, proud and aloof, stood with his hands behind his back. Hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly, showing a hint of displeasure.

He turned to Liu Yu and asked, "Liu Yu, is this true?"

His words carried an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yu could only brace himself to reply, "Senior Qingfeng, this is indeed the case."

After speaking, his heart pounded, involuntarily glancing at Qin Ming.

True Monarch Qingfeng snorted coldly.

He pondered for a moment before speaking, "Since the ownership of this page is uncertain, and it seems Fellow Daoist Qin intends to protect this junior..."

"How about this, if Fellow Daoist Qin can take three moves from me, the page will go to Fellow Daoist Qin and the matter will end here. What do you think?"

As soon as the words were spoken.

The crowd watching the spectacle instantly became spirited, they never imagined they would witness a Nascent Soul duel, excitement ran high among them.

Qin Ming merely smirked, thinking to himself: Do these Sword Cultivators all enjoy this competitive showmanship?

The last one who challenged him, the grass atop their grave is already three feet high...

True Monarch Qingchen had heard of Qin Ming before.

To climb from a Loose Cultivator all the way to the Nascent Soul Stage, how could one be of a gentle nature?

And furthermore, he was favored greatly by Supreme Yang, enough to indicate his extraordinary prowess.

However, he was unaware of Qin Ming’s slaying of Blood Aversion Demon Monarch, otherwise, he wouldn’t have rashly proposed a duel.

The spectators on the street were secretly startled, certain that Qin Ming would not easily accept such a demand.

Tension lingered in the air.

The nearby cultivators began communicating via whisper.

"True Monarch Qingfeng is a well-known Nascent Soul Great Power from the East Sea Cultivation Realm, and a Supreme Elder of Ancient Sword Sect, with formidable depth not comparable to ordinary Loose Cultivators."

"Whether in cultivation technique or artifact, he surpasses the common folk, rarely defeated in Sword Dao Divine Techniques."

"True Monarch Wangyue, on the other hand, only successfully formed his Nascent Soul a decade ago, hailing from the impoverished Southern Wilderness, likely hasn’t refined his Nascent Soul Divine Techniques well. How can he withstand three moves from True Monarch Qingfeng?"

"Doesn’t that mean..."

Just then.

Qin Ming nonchalantly said, "Alright, then Qin shall not hesitate to receive guidance."

Boom!

The scene instantly erupted.

Unexpectedly, True Monarch Wangyue dared to accept the duel.

If he were to lose, not to mention other consequences, it would greatly affect the reputation of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

True Monarch Qingchen was also slightly surprised, not expecting Qin Ming to agree without hesitation.

"May the two fellow Daoists move to the duel venue," came a voice full of authority.

As an Escape Light dispersed, the figure of Supreme Yang emerged.

When a duel involved Nascent Soul Cultivators, he naturally had to preside over it.

Moreover, Supreme Yang’s eyes flickered. He too wanted to witness Qin Ming’s true strength.

After all, being able to single-handedly kill a Nascent Soul Demon Monarch speaks for his prowess, almost as strong as Supreme Yang, who was in the Mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Supreme Yang had his own little schemes.

Since True Monarch Qingfeng of Ancient Sword Sect was willing to take the lead, he hence refrained from warning the other side.

Dragon Abyss Island’s Nascent Soul Old Monsters swiftly heard the news and came, eager to witness the show.

They all gathered here.

A young man in blue robes, Cold Crow Ascendant, drew close to Cold Crow Ascendant and asked with a strange expression, "Fellow Daoist Qin, how come after half a day’s absence, you’re about to fight someone?"

"That Old Monster Qingfeng’s Sword Dao Divine Technique is indeed sharp; I suggest you do not contend out of momentary anger. It’s not worth it for merely a page of script!"

"Honestly, I possess several of those golden pages myself. Just say the word..."

"Perhaps it’s still not too late. Why don’t I mediate between you two, and turn hostility into harmony..."

With good intentions, he sincerely hoped Qin Ming wouldn’t embarrass himself publicly.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Cold Crow. Qin’s decision will not easily change," Qin Ming replied calmly.

Upon hearing that the other side had numerous ’golden pages,’ his lips twitched involuntarily.

Master Tianji from the West Nether Cultivation Realm showed a playful smile, already anticipating the show.

"Old Tianji, what are you snickering about? They say your Divination Divine Technique is formidable, have you perhaps predicted the duel result?" Duke Xia Yuan asked.

"Hehehe, unspeakable, unspeakable, wait and see the spectacle!" Master Tianji chuckled slyly, wearing a mysterious smile.

...

A moment later.

Qin Ming and True Monarch Qingchen arrived at the vast square in the center of Dragon Abyss Island.

The entire square had been cleared.

"Both fellow Daoists, feel free to unleash. I shall preside over Dragon Abyss Island’s Tier Four Top-Grade Array, ’Nine Bends Celestial River Array’."

"However, remember, the duel is for practice, avoid harming each other’s lives to maintain harmony."

Supreme Yang raised his hand, summoning a golden misty circular array light shield, instantly enveloping the circular square.

Though spoken, when Nascent Soul True Monarchs engage, their might is earthshattering; their Divine Techniques are blind. Fate is each one’s own.

At the Nascent Soul level, it’s hard for equals to kill each other.

The outskirts of the square were already crowded with spectators.

"I didn’t expect to witness a Nascent Soul Cultivator duel, a first for the Immortal Mansion Grand Assembly!"

"Truly worth the trip."

"Indeed, Fellow Daoists."

...

Above the square, True Monarch Qingchen hovered in the void, his eyes narrowing ominously, a cold light flickered, he said icily:

"Fellow Daoist Qin, please grant your guidance!"

He wasted no words, his aura surged, unleashing his Nascent Soul stage mana.

Boom!

Centered on True Monarch Qingchen, a massive blue pillar of light surged from his body, piercing the Celestial Vault!

Unbeknownst to him, his hand now held an ancient-designed Tier Four Spirit Treasure blue long sword.