The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 228 - 227: Dreaming About Farts

Chapter 228: Chapter 227: Dreaming About Farts

Jian Lingyan seemed like a curious baby and asked, "Dog owner, will the Sect deal with this person?"

"They will probably cripple his cultivation base and then recycle the waste," Xie Jiuniang had mixed in the Sect for two hundred years in her previous life, so she was aware of some standard procedures.

Jian Lingyan didn’t understand, "What procedure?"

"Over at Fengyue City, there’s a reward for this person. Handing him over will fetch a nice sum. The people from the Law Enforcement Hall need resources too, they won’t let this chance pass."

"Since you brought him here, can you get a cut?"

"Dream on," Xie Jiuniang knew that was impossible.

After such an incident, all those who came on stage afterwards had to prove their identities. And indeed, they caught some impostors who had taken the place of others.

Those who didn’t get to compete were now clamoring for refunds.

This person was a favored young master from a certain family in the Eastern Region. Impulsively, he had signed up after seeing others enroll and feeling provoked by Xie Jiuniang’s words. However, many before him were more powerful, and they had all lost the competition.

Knowing he couldn’t win, he didn’t want to lose face.

So he let a family retainer take his place on stage.

Now that his retainer wasn’t allowed on stage, he naturally wanted Xie Jiuniang to return the Spirit Stones.

However, for Xie Jiuniang, refunding Spirit Stones was out of the question.

Absolutely impossible!

Xie Jiuniang was speechless, "When you signed up, we clearly stated in advance that there would be no refunds."

"But you didn’t let me go on stage."

"Then go on. What does it count for if someone else competes on your behalf?"

"I, I just can’t beat you."

"How about you pay another one hundred thousand, and I’ll let you win?" Xie Jiuniang suddenly suggested a wicked idea.

The young master’s face flushed, and he asked in a small voice, "Can I really win for one hundred thousand?"

"Of course, my word is my bond."

Xie Jiuniang began to negotiate with him.

Their lines of thought surprisingly went hand in hand.

The young master really paid another hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Then he straightened his chest and stepped back into the arena, and under the watchful eyes of the public, Xie Jiuniang cooperated with him, staging a fake match.

The surrounding audience was dumbfounded.

Were they being treated like they didn’t exist?

However, after the earlier incident, an oppressive aura of a powerful being occasionally swept across the vicinity of the arena, and no one dared to cause trouble.

Those who had previously caused a commotion were now accompanied by a Tianxu Sect disciple, who stared at them with a jaundiced eye.

They didn’t argue with them or lift a finger; they just watched them.

This was all led by Xuanyuan You.

Xuanyuan You wouldn’t allow anyone to disturb the peace as that would affect his income and the normal operations of the competition.

With his intervention, truly no one dared to speak out of turn.

"It’s nice to have some excitement to watch. Some people just babble, I don’t even know what they’re on about," Xuanyuan You walked over to the Tianxu Sect disciples, stopping beside one of them, and casually draped an arm over his shoulder.

The disciple was so frightened that he bowed his head and didn’t dare look up.

Xuanyuan You patted his chest, "Who bribed you?"

"It’s, it’s Gongsun..."

The disciple sold out Gongsun Yu the moment he was questioned.

This revelation made the expressions of some nearby disciples extremely complex.

Was this Xuanyuan scion really that frightening?

Indeed, he was quite formidable and intimidating.

In the Eastern Region, he was a young master who could strut around with impunity.

It was mainly because Lord Guangcheng paid him a lot of attention, occasionally appearing in person to clean up after him and sort out the aftermath.

In the Cultivation World, Divinity Transformation cultivators were the most mysterious group, seldomly making public appearances. Although there were some who looked after the younger members of their families, the likes of Lord Guangcheng were rare.

Lord Guangcheng’s doting on this youngster was genuine.

The ones who wanted to cause a ruckus below were kept in check by Xuanyuan You.

The competition on stage began once again.

Xie Jiuniang would earnestly accept a challenge if she didn’t sense any intent to kill in her opponent; but if she did sense a murderous intent, she would decisively admit defeat.

Some people managed to perfectly conceal their killing intent, but they couldn’t withstand the presence of Jian Lingyan.

Jian Lingyan left no place to hide.

Among the onlookers, some of the stronger ones were also gradually getting the gist.

One could only say that Chaoyan’s disciple was as sly as a ghost, always the quickest to slip away in the face of danger. Her way of fighting was quite interesting too, not pushing her opponents into a desperate situation.

In the end, she would still win the contest.

The only question was how she managed to hold steady for half a moment during combat?

"This young girl, when challenging others, is she selective? The people she picks are all fairly decent," commented an Elder with a laugh.

Someone beside replied, "Ha, whenever she faces someone with improper intentions, she just surrenders straight away. Setting aside her actual strength, her perceptiveness is truly formidable."

Sect Master Chaoruo had long noticed this.

Xie Jiuniang’s Divine Sense was very strong.

Every time at the half moment mark, she would subtly use her Divine Sense.

It caused her opponent to momentarily falter, falling right into her trap, and she would knock them off the stage.

It had happened once and twice.

Clearly, she had no intention of hiding this tactic.

She did this deliberately, to impose psychological pressure on the challengers that followed.

Indeed, people started to forfeit.

As the contest progressed, more and more people forfeited; there wasn’t even a need for her to complete all one hundred ninety-three matches.

Some knew they couldn’t win and, like the girl from yesterday, proposed a literary contest instead.

Xie Jiuniang didn’t refuse, "For those Dao friends who have yet to challenge and wish to have a literary contest, it’s not out of the question. I happen to be better at crafting talismans and artifact refining, while alchemy and formations are just average. After the competition on the stage is withdrawn, we can privately set a time for the literary contest."

"If you’re interested, you can first send a Sound Transmission Talisman."

Those people fell silent and quietly took back the Sound Transmission Talismans they had offered; they couldn’t afford to lose face.

She had already said yesterday that her alchemy was at the third rank.

Third rank is just average?

This damned ’average’!

From this one statement, they could discern that in the paths of talismans and artifact refining, Xie Jiuniang must be at least rank four.

Breaking through to rank four at the early stages of Foundation Establishment indicated an extraordinary talent.

Indeed, those who made it onto the prodigy list were all freaks of nature among the younger generation. Aside from their combat abilities, just the achievements in these four arts were enough to leave their peers in the dust.

In the afternoon, the competition continued smoothly.

As the sun set, everyone thought the event was drawing to a close.

But Xie Jiuniang didn’t step down from the stage. "Continue."

"Yuanxi, do you not need to rest?" asked the Nascent Soul Elder who was judging in a kindly tone.

Xie Jiuniang shook her head, "I still have energy left. I’ll try another match; when I can’t hold on any longer, I’ll rest."

"Ha, impressive, Fellow Daoist Yuanxi."

In the next match, someone flew onto the stage.

Everyone looked closely to see that it was a young man.

Graceful and handsome as jade.

Xie Jiuniang’s demeanor grew slightly more serious. "Lin Wangqing, Foundation Establishment eighth layer?"

"I didn’t expect you to remember me. I hope for instruction from Fellow Daoist Yuanxi in our upcoming bout," Lin Wangqing said with a light smile.

A smile didn’t necessarily mean the other person was in a good mood; it could also just be a habit. In the face of strangers, some people habitually put on a mask.

"You’re too polite," Xie Jiuniang responded with equal courtesy.

Lin Wangqing took out a Magic Sword and added honestly, "I won’t suppress my cultivation base because I noticed that everyone who suppressed their cultivation and fought you has lost without exception."

His eyes, looking at Xie Jiuniang, seemed as though he had seen through something.

Xie Jiuniang nodded.

Both were ready, merely waiting for the Elder judge to signal the start.