Huo restrains Jin.
As the extreme Dao destiny was activated, the strange current spreading throughout the body dissolved into nothingness.
“Hu!”
A warm flow surged, filling Ji Shiyu with strong confidence.
She gripped the Seven Stars Sword tightly once more, as if Yun Liu stood right beside her, and a certain special power flowed endlessly from her teacher.
“Eh?”
Bai Yu stared in amazement at Ji Shiyu, who had been reborn in flames, his gaze sharpening as the Baoping spat out several streams in succession.
Huo restrains Jin, true, but water also suppresses fierce fire—this is the troublesome part of the Jin and Water dual elements.
Ji Shiyu switched to the Fire Spiritual Root almost instantly, neutralizing Bai Yu’s little tricks, but the situation remained passive.
She didn’t know how she managed it either, but to outsiders, this move seemed unwise, like drinking poison to quench thirst.
However, the overwhelming scene didn’t appear.
The flame spirit wrapped around the girl’s delicate body like a fiery garment, waves of flame spreading like a wreath, resisting the water curtain’s corrosion without wavering.
The nameless fire blazed and exploded, able to contend with Foundation Establishment peak; ordinary Water Spiritual Pressure couldn’t extinguish it at all!
“Her spiritual aura changed—how is this possible?”
“It’s the Formless Spiritual Root.”
Canghai spoke quietly, revealing the truth.
White Whale was also moved; it was his first time seeing the legendary, rare special constitution.
You wouldn’t know unless you saw it; Elder Pu’s eyes widened in shock and envy.
That Xiao Family brat from earlier had an extraordinary background—already at Foundation Establishment at such a young age, with several second-grade spiritual artifacts at her side.
No wonder Zhuang Heng lost.
But the second yellow-haired girl to jump out was even more frightening—her Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment and Jade Palace shone brilliantly, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the sword in her hand was also a top-tier treasure.
No way!
Heaven-grade Foundation Establishment Pills are treasures that can’t be sought out—do even East Extreme Pavilion Master’s disciples receive such good treatment!?
Old Pu wanted to ask that young and promising Mr. Yun if he still needed people by his side. Mingguang Sect is in no way inferior to Shenhua Sect.
Would he consider moving into Guangming Ye……
“Didn’t expect Miss Ji to be so formidable.”
Lin Shu quietly praised her. If she put herself in that position, even as a Golden Core body cultivator, she would have been toyed with by Bai Yu, completely helpless.
Xiao Xinran’s expression was utterly aggrieved, as if she had swallowed a fly, angered but with nowhere to vent.
Not only did the yellow-haired girl steal her house, she even copied Flame God—and seemed to play with it better than she did?
The contest between Sword Cultivators and Spell Cultivators split the high platform, the two sides standing in stark opposition, one controlling the Baoping, the other soaring with a flying sword.
The seemingly one-sided second round grew even more intense.
The supple Water Spirit in Bai Yu’s hand changed endlessly, hidden golden threads drawing a cage, his arena control skills awe-inspiring.
Ji Shiyu, who had only learned the first level of the Sword Scripture of Zhuiyun, couldn’t even get close.
The Baoping’s attack was blocked time and again, never able to breach the ring of flames.
The force of water slowed, the flow reversing.
Bai Yu coughed a few times and shook his head helplessly, as if he was ready to concede.
This girl radiated mystery from every pore; her strength far exceeded an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.
If he didn’t go all out, it would be hard to win.
“Junior Sister Ji’s swordsmanship is superb. Bai admires it. Why don’t we call this round a draw?”
The crowd below erupted in astonishment.
Although the match had ended with restraint, for a young female Sword Cultivator at the early Foundation Establishment stage to draw with Mingguang Sect’s Bai Yu—how could that be kept quiet?
After this battle, more and more people recognized this exceptional newcomer, matching the rumors—a genius Sword Cultivator girl who had slain Demon Sect’s demonic person Chi Jiu even while at the Qi Sea stage.
“Draw? How could it be so easy!”
Ji Shiyu gritted her teeth, unwilling.
She had been toyed with for half the day, forced to defend constantly, not even touching a hair of her opponent.
With frustration built up inside, how could she just shake hands and make peace!
“You’ve had your fun fighting—now it’s my turn!”
Seizing the moment, Ji Shiyu charged forward with her sword, also choosing the spear-sword style to thrust toward Bai Yu.
Before the heat wave of the sword could reach the spell cultivator’s body, it abruptly shifted and struck at the floating artifact with the edge of Zhuiyun.
Li Su hugged her arms and nodded approvingly.
“Not bad, not bad. If you restrain the life-bound spirit artifact, any powerful spell technique will crumble.”
The Seven Stars Sword swept up the flame spirit, breaking through layers of bubble water screens.
By the time it reached the Baoping, only ten percent of its spiritual power remained.
Dong!
The Baoping hummed, spiritual pressure reverberating back.
“Dammit.”
Ji Shiyu landed on the ground, blood surging and her chest tight.
A direct attack wouldn’t work.
She bit her lip, exhaled a stream of scorching air, and decisively released her Flame Princess Form.
It was the first time the yellow-haired girl had encountered such an aggravating opponent—giving the sensation of strength unable to break free.
Crap, did I become a bottom-tier horse?
As the heat wave faded, Bai Yu also sighed in relief, thinking it was over.
But unexpectedly, Ji Shiyu snapped her fingers, stardust flaring around her, radiating light.
“Hmm? Her spiritual aura changed again.”
Bai Yu recalled the Baoping, becoming wary.
Ashes of the fire garment and starlight burst forth—the golden-haired girl not only played dress-up before everyone’s eyes, but also abandoned sword arts to operate her Qi Sea in a different way.
Since she couldn’t win, she’d join in!
Ji Shiyu whispered sweetly, mist clouding her eyes, as strands of spiritual spring rose from beneath her feet, and a surge of current erupted.
“Overturned Water Cannot Be Retrieved!”
The tide rose once more, but this time, it moved at the Sword Cultivator girl’s command, rushing toward the Baoping.
Though the waves lacked the force of the Baoping, they were still a combination of Jin and Water, and beneath the currents lay a Heavenly Net!
Bai Yu was caught off guard, hurriedly raising a water screen to block the crashing wave, but couldn’t avoid the surging current.
When he looked down, his hands had gone numb, paralyzed—a taste of his own spell’s counteraction, disbelief in his eyes.
“This…this?”
The entire audience was stunned.
What was supposed to be a battle of sword against spell had become a contest of spell against spell—what kind of Sword Cultivator was this?
Ji Shiyu looked smug, thinking she’d evened the score, completely unaware that reckless use of Wu Xiang Instinct outside would lead to trouble.
Elder Pu reacted first, roaring in anger, pointing at the golden-haired girl.
“How do you know the secret arts of Mingguang Sect!”
Ji Shiyu tugged her eyelid and made a face.
Win or not, she wasn’t going to let the other side off easy.
“Blah blah blah! What secret art? Is it so amazing? You just have to look once to learn it. What’s so hard about that? It’s not even as tricky as my teacher’s homework!”
The surrounding cultivators were all shocked, sucking in cold breaths, unable to believe it.
If what the girl said was true, then the Formless Spiritual Root was far too terrifying!
Just seeing it once was enough to learn—who would dare face her?
Even their underwear would be stripped away in a prolonged fight.
“Still spouting nonsense! Where did you secretly learn it from? Hurry and confess!”
Old Pu snorted coldly, not caring about seniority as he unleashed Divine Sense to oppress Ji Shiyu.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly grew tense—issues concerning sect secrets were serious matters.
If she couldn’t explain herself, Mingguang Sect would even resort to Soul Search to get the answer.
Canghai raised his brows.
Naturally, he wouldn’t stand by idly.
A powerful Divine Sense shielded the golden-haired girl, protecting her from harm like a massive bell.
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