Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 214 - 212: So-Called Holy Land, Nothing Special

Chapter 214: Chapter 212: So-Called Holy Land, Nothing Special

How could Xu Yang not see Bai Jingxue’s intentions—her gaze was so fiery, it looked like she was about to devour him.

"No rush!"

Still the same line!

Since he was here, there was no way he’d leave empty-handed!

Xu Yang kept staring at the stone tablet.

"Win six matches in a row—Three threads of Great Sun Pure Yang Essence Qi!"

"Win seven matches in a row—One strand of Golden Sun Spirit Thunder!"

"Win eight matches in a row—One drop of Thousand-Year Blood Mist Tree Spirit Liquid!"

"Win nine matches in a row—Three Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus Seeds!"

Hiss!

Xu Yang sucked in a breath.

Damn, worthy of Wuhou Hall!

These treasures are seriously jaw-dropping!

Great Sun Pure Yang Essence Qi needs no explanation. It’s an absolutely priceless treasure for Yang Realm cultivation, and even a single thread is rare—they’re offering three! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Golden Sun Spirit Thunder, for Thunder Tempering Body and refining True Essence. Especially for martial artists walking the thunder path, it’s worth fighting to the death over!

Thousand-Year Blood Mist Tree Spirit Liquid—a boost to a martial artist’s life energy. Maybe it wouldn’t do much for Meng Ziqiu, but for those at Yang Realm level with dwindling lifespan, even one drop extends life by at least a dozen years!

And those Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus Seeds—the ultimate treasure for increasing Spiritual Power!

Just one, and Xu Yang was confident his Spiritual Power would reach Myriad Phenomena Realm!

If he refined all three, he could unleash the Cyan Jade Seal and Lock God Seal, enough to suppress someone who just entered Myriad Phenomena!

Bai Jingxue finished reading, her face completely stunned. These last few prizes, even the Bai Family would struggle to obtain!

Precious and rare!

But the difficulty is also insane!

Those names up there are from generations of Marquis Wu!

All top-tier heavenly geniuses.

Any one of them could go out and solo several people of the same realm!

Wang Yong was the clearest example—Middle Stage of Yang Realm, ranked second under the Marquis Wu!

And don’t forget, this is Wuhou Hall!

Elsewhere, any of these would be the number one or two ace junior of some major faction!

And that’s only after winning four matches in a row!

Xu Yang’s eyes burned, his fighting intent rising.

Can’t blame me—who told Wuhou Hall to make their prizes so enticing.

And not just him—even Bai Jingxue was extremely tempted.

She just didn’t have the strength.

Bai Jingxue’s natural talent was solid, but the best she could do was be on par with a typical Marquis Wu in Wuhou Hall.

Now she’s Late Stage of Yang Realm, but if she faced Chen Chong, also Late Stage of Yang Realm, she wouldn’t stand a chance!

Up on the battle stage, Wang Yong was basking in everyone’s adoration, feeling absolutely ecstatic. As his eyes swept the crowd, he suddenly spotted Bai Jingxue—his pupils shrank instantly.

"What a gorgeous beauty!"

"So unfamiliar...she’s not a Wuhou Hall disciple?"

Wang Yong’s heart raced, and he immediately stepped off the stage.

The crowd followed Wang Yong’s gaze, and all instantly brightened.

"Stunner, absolute top-tier!"

"How come I’ve never seen her in Wuhou Hall?"

"Whoa, she’s Late Stage of Yang Realm—her cultivation isn’t weak."

"Hmph, so what if she’s strong? Outsiders can’t compare to us in Wuhou Hall!"

...

Amid the commotion, Xu Yang quietly sighed.

I knew it!

Bai Jingxue looked at Xu Yang, a bit embarrassed—guilty even!

"Miss, I’m Wang Yong. May I have the pleasure of meeting you?" Wang Yong walked over, completely ignoring Xu Yang and staring fixedly at Bai Jingxue, eyes blazing!

A bunch of people immediately started jeering.

"Miss, Mr. Wang is ranked second under Marquis Wu in our Wuhou Hall."

"He’s won four consecutive rounds in the Martial Marquis Xuantian Arena—about to become an actual Marquis Wu!"

"Being with Mr. Wang would be the luckiest thing that ever happened to you!"

Clearly, all the Wuhou Hall disciples were rallying behind Wang Yong, egging him on!

This just made Wang Yong feel even better, his face starting to flush!

Bai Jingxue’s beautiful eyes turned cold; she didn’t even care about Marquis Wu, let alone someone who hadn’t reached that level!

"Not interested!"

She turned him down in a frosty tone, not wanting to cause bigger trouble here.

If she triggered Wuhou Hall’s true experts and blew her cover, they’d be in serious trouble.

Wang Yong’s face went green—he grit his teeth and said, "Miss, you can mess around with food, but don’t mess around with words!"

"I said I’m not interested—do you not understand?" Bai Jingxue spat out, word for word.

"You..."

Wang Yong’s eyes flashed with rage, his expression nasty: "Miss, you’d better not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

"Tch, so this is how Wuhou Hall disciples behave?"

Xu Yang suddenly sneered coldly, shooting a glare at Bai Jingxue—so these disciples aren’t as noble as you claimed?

Bai Jingxue understood Xu Yang’s look, pursing her lips with a trace of grievance on her face!

I didn’t know either.

That hint of grievance only made her look more alluring!

Wang Yong’s eyes almost popped out staring at her.

Fuck, I definitely have to get her!

"You brat, who the hell do you think you are? You dare act up in Wuhou Hall?" Wang Yong glared at Xu Yang, seeing that Xu Yang’s cultivation was only Early Stage of Yang Realm. He couldn’t help but sneer: "Just Early Stage of Yang Realm—one slap and I could kill you!"

"Miss, being with me beats sticking with garbage like him a hundred times over!"

"You’re not worthy!"

Bai Jingxue was trembling all over with rage—she never would have thought Wuhou Hall disciples would act like this!

Absolutely despicable!

If this was anywhere else, she would’ve made a move already.

No matter how mild her temperament, she couldn’t tolerate this!

"Didn’t you hear?"

"Or do you just not understand human language?"

Xu Yang stared icily at Wang Yong!

Wang Yong’s face turned completely black.

"You’re looking for death!"

Boom!

He stepped forward, fist swinging straight at Xu Yang!

Bam!

Xu Yang casually caught his punch, saying blandly, "Is that all you got?"

"How’s that possible?"

Wang Yong shuddered—his fist felt like it was being crushed, his features twisted in pain and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Let go of me!"

He struggled desperately.

But that hand was like an unbreakable vice—it didn’t budge a millimeter!

That left Wang Yong shocked and furious!

"Bastard, how dare you lay hands on us Wuhou Hall disciples?"

"Mr. Wang just fought hard; he must be exhausted."

"Quick, get him—take this guy down!"

Several Wuhou Hall disciples suddenly charged forward.

Xu Yang’s expression was unchanged—he tossed Wang Yong aside and blurred forward, moving through the crowd as if everyone else didn’t exist!

Amid cries of pain, everyone who rushed him was left lying sprawled on the ground.

The rest turned pale, eyes full of shock!

"How can someone Early Stage of Yang Realm be this strong?"

"Damn, is he hiding his cultivation?"

"Impossible!"

Xu Yang sneered at the crowd, coldly mocking: "What a bunch of chickens and stray dogs. Wuhou Hall really is a disappointment!"

Everyone’s mind felt like it exploded—boom!

Their faces instantly flushed, roaring in furious indignation.

"Arrogant!"

"Bastard, you dare provoke Wuhou Hall—you deserve to die a thousand times!"

"Quick, go get help!"

Angry shouts echoed non-stop.

Someone dashed off to the back to summon reinforcements!

Seeing the crowd’s viciously twisted faces, Xu Yang’s mocking smile grew even deeper.

Good thing I didn’t join Wuhou Hall back then!

"So-called holy ground, huh? Just like this!"

Bai Jingxue looked at Xu Yang with even more infatuation in her eyes!

Xu Yang let out a cold laugh, vaulted up, and landed firmly in the battle arena!

"He’s actually going to challenge the Profound Celestial Arena?"

The crowd was stunned, then started to mock him mercilessly.

"Clueless clown, maybe you’ve got some skills, but challenging the Profound Celestial Arena is suicide!"

"Where did this hick come from? Doesn’t he know that people die fighting in the Profound Celestial Arena?"

"Just wait—I bet he’ll be dead before the Marquis Wu seniors even move to teach him a lesson."

Wang Yong climbed up from the ground, clutching his nearly shattered fist, gritting his teeth: "You damn bastard, you think you deserve to challenge the Profound Celestial Arena? I’m telling you, you’re dead!"

Hearing his insipid, dog-like threats, Xu Yang turned back to look at Wang Yong!

Wang Yong’s hair stood on end, scalp tingling and almost bursting. It felt like he was being stared down by some abyssal demon—he froze, pale as a ghost!

What kind of look was that?

Wang Yong’s spirit wrenched, face twisted, his eyes gradually filling with bottomless hatred.

"You’re dead!"

The air atop the battle arena suddenly twisted.

A figure materialized out of thin air.

A renowned Marquis Wu during his own Early Stage of Yang Realm cultivation!