Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2198 The Foundation of the Waste

After a short rest, the two continued strolling among the viewing platforms. Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from a nearby martial arts arena, its intensity even surpassing that of Xu Ziqian's previous battle.

The two exchanged a glance and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw that the training ground was numbered Renxu area, number one, which was the area where Feng Butong, the true disciple who led the Danchen Sect, was located.

“It’s Senior Brother Feng,” Cao Feiyu said.

The two flew over and saw Feng Butong, dressed in a blue robe, standing with his hands behind his back in the No. 1 martial arts arena, as if he were not engaged in a fierce duel, but rather taking a leisurely stroll.

His opponent was a swordsman wielding a massive blade as wide as a door panel. He was kneeling on the ground, using the blade as a support, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking at Feng Butong with a face full of horror and resentment.

A crack, almost severing it, appeared on the giant blade in his hand.

Feng Butong had no weapon in his hands.

However, a strange radiance containing the birth and death of all things was slowly dissipating from the tip of his finger.

Just now, he touched that giant blade with that seemingly light touch, and then... the blade shattered, and the swordsman suffered a crushing defeat.

"The Dao Ruins Return to Truth Body!" A Dan Chen Sect disciple exclaimed excitedly.

Chen Fei's eyes flickered slightly. Feng Butong was indeed using a derivative divine power of the Dao Xu Gui Zhen Body, and its power was even stronger than when Chen Fei used this move alone.

Moreover, according to Chen Fei's observation, Feng Butong had not only cultivated the Dao Xu Gui Zhen Body technique.

Just now, that finger strike also had a fleeting trace of extremely domineering Daoist charm, which should be the legendary technique that Feng Butong cultivated in combination, the Heavenly Soldiers.

The Heavenly Weapon, when cultivated to a high level, can forcibly intercept a portion of the power of the rules from the origin of the Great Dao, temporarily borrow it for its own use, or condense it into a one-time use divine weapon with unpredictable power.

"Renxu area, No. 1 martial arts arena, the winner is Danchen Sect, Feng Butong."

Feng Butong nodded slightly to the defeated swordsman, then gracefully flew off into the martial arts arena. His gaze swept across the area and he happened to see Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu arriving. A gentle smile appeared on his face, and he flew over to them.

"Senior Brother Feng." Chen Fei bowed to Cao Feiyu.

"Junior Brother Chen, Junior Sister Cao."

Feng Butong returned the greeting with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, lingering particularly on Chen Fei, a hint of barely perceptible approval flashing in his eyes. He then asked with concern, "How did your competition go? Did it go smoothly?"

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother," Chen Fei replied. "I was lucky to win two matches."

Cao Feiyu also said softly, "Feiyu also had two matches, but the wins were quite difficult."

"Two wins? Not bad, not bad."

Feng Butong chuckled, his tone gratified, "Junior Sister Cao has a solid foundation and a pure swordsmanship. Her hard-won victory is also a valuable experience. Junior Brother Chen..."

He looked at Chen Fei, his smile deepening. "Your method of expanding your Dao Domain is quite ingenious, and its power is also considerable. However, in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition, the opponents become stronger and have more trump cards as the competition progresses. A steady and methodical approach is the right way."

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother. I will keep it in mind," Chen Fei replied with a smile.

"Well, you can observe the battle yourselves and pay close attention, especially to those half-step Heavenly Monarchs. Their methods are often beyond imagination." Feng Butong offered a few more words of encouragement before turning and leaving.

Watching Feng Butong's departing figure, Cao Feiyu felt a pang of emotion.

This Senior Brother Feng is gentle and kind, broad-minded, and possesses the formidable strength of a half-step Heavenly Monarch. No wonder he enjoys such prestige among the true disciples of the Dan Chen Sect.

In the following time, Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu watched the competitions of several other disciples of the Danchen Sect.

However, the results were not optimistic.

A senior female disciple skilled in water-based Taoist magic encountered a male cultivator from the Xuan Yin Sect.

The opponent's technique was strange and cold, specifically effective against water-based attacks, and he had even mastered a Soul-Eating Yin Lightning technique. Although this senior sister fought hard to resist, she was ultimately invaded by the Yin Lightning, severely injured and defeated. When she was carried away, her face was as pale as paper.

Another senior brother, renowned for his body tempering and fist techniques, encountered an opponent from the Divine Speed ​​Sect. The opponent moved with lightning speed and was also proficient in assassination.

This senior brother possessed immense strength, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes. Instead, he was repeatedly attacked and left with numerous wounds. In the end, his energy was exhausted, and he was knocked out of the arena.

The most tragic case involved a senior brother renowned for his ability to trap enemies using formations. He had extremely bad luck and encountered a disciple from a reclusive ancient clan in the second round. This disciple turned out to be a true half-step Heavenly Monarch.

Although he has only recently entered this realm, he is already far beyond the peak of the Tai Cang Realm.

The ancient clan disciple merely unleashed his Dao Domain, imbued with a primal aura, and easily tore apart the carefully laid array of his senior brother, then unleashed a punch.

Containing terrifying bloodline power, it directly shattered the senior brother's sternum, displaced his internal organs, and sent him flying off the martial arts field, his fate unknown.

"They are from the ancient barbarian tribe. What ruthless methods they have."

"That senior brother from Danchen Sect... his Dao foundation has probably been damaged..."

"The Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects is this cruel. If your skills are inferior, your life or death is in the hands of fate."

The onlookers discussed the matter animatedly, some gloating, some sighing with regret, but most expressing a clear understanding of the cruel nature of the path of spiritual practice.

As Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu watched their fellow disciples suffer defeat after defeat, especially the tragic state of the formation master, Cao Feiyu gripped Chen Fei's hand tightly, while Chen Fei gently patted the back of her hand.

This is the Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects, which gathers countless geniuses and the competition is fierce.

Without the ability, let alone achieving a ranking, even escaping unscathed is a pipe dream.

Nine members of the Danchen Sect have participated in the battle, and after only two rounds, three have already been eliminated due to serious injuries. How far can the remaining members—including these two, Feng Butong, Xu Ziqian, and two other disciples—go?

Just as Chen Fei and his companion were about to leave the area, another martial arts arena not far away suddenly erupted with shouts far more intense than any of the previous ones.

"what happened?"

"What a terrifying aura! Who's fighting over there?"

The crowd surged toward the training ground like a tidal wave.

Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu exchanged a glance, unable to suppress their curiosity, and flew over. They saw that the martial arts arena, numbered Jiawu Zone 1, was one of the main central arenas, and it was now completely surrounded.

The two landed at the edge of the viewing platform and looked inside.

Inside the arena, the battle had just ended, or rather, a one-sided crushing victory had just been achieved.

A young man dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold trim, with a handsome face that exuded a chilling and domineering aura, slowly withdrew his right hand.

There was no blood on his right hand, but a dark red flame, burning the very soul, flickered around his fingertips.

Not far from his feet lay a figure collapsed.

It was a cultivator wearing an ice-blue robe, which was now torn, revealing a gaping hole in his abdomen from front to back, from which blood was gushing out, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Even more horrifying was that the ice cultivator's head was twisted at a bizarre angle, with one cheek deeply sunken and covered with spiderweb-like cracks, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe blow.

Only then did Bingxiu use his last bit of strength to weakly utter the word "surrender."

"It is Yu Jinsheng, ranked third on the Great Dao Ranking, Yu Jinsheng of Burning Heaven Valley."

"What just happened? I think I saw Leng Han from the Ice Soul Sect unleash Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Seal right from the start, then get punched through the stomach, and then his head was smashed into the ground..."

"It's too fast, we can't even see it clearly, Leng Han didn't even have a chance to admit defeat."

“Yu Jinsheng, he must have done it on purpose. He could have easily defeated Leng Han, but he chose to use such a heavy hand.”

"Is this the universally acknowledged favorite to win? That's ruthless."

The sounds of discussion, exclamations, and cheers mingled together.

Yu Jinsheng seemed not to hear. He slowly raised his head and looked around. His long, cold eyes swept across the viewing platform. Everyone who was touched by his gaze felt a chill down their spine and subconsciously looked away or lowered their heads.

A satisfied smile curved his lips; he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, a feeling that was both terrifying and overwhelming.

Only after he left did the deacon in charge of his treatment quickly enter the scene.

“Yu Jinsheng is ruthless and cruel, and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Within Burning Heaven Valley, he is known as Little Yama.” A gentle voice sounded beside Chen Fei.

Chen Fei turned his head and saw that Feng Butong had quietly come to their side at some point, his gaze fixed on the direction Yu Jinsheng had left, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Senior Brother Feng." Chen Fei bowed to Cao Feiyu.

Feng Butong waved his hand, looked at Chen Fei, and said in a serious tone:

“Junior Brother Chen, you saw what happened just now. Although the Ten Thousand Sects Competition stipulates that intentional killing is prohibited, it is difficult to investigate the serious injury to Yu Jinsheng, which even crippled his Dao foundation.”

This person's strength is unfathomable. He has truly mastered the Heaven-Burning Annihilation Technique and is ruthless. If we encounter him in the subsequent competitions..."

He paused, looked into Chen Fei's eyes, and said, word by word, "Remember, if something is impossible, admit defeat as soon as possible. Don't gamble your path or even your life for the sake of victory or defeat."

Chen Fei looked at the solemnity in Feng Butong's eyes and nodded: "I will keep your teachings in mind, Senior Brother. If I really encounter such a situation, I will act according to my ability."

"Yes, it's good that you understand." Feng Butong's expression softened slightly, and he looked at Cao Feiyu again, "Junior Sister Cao, please don't be reckless."

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother," Cao Feiyu replied softly.

Feng Butong gave a few more instructions before going to check on the seriously injured senior brother specializing in formations.

After Feng Butong left, Chen Fei turned around and looked at Cao Feiyu beside her:

"Senior Sister, you heard what Senior Brother Feng said just now. If you encounter an opponent like Yu Jinsheng, whose strength far surpasses yours, you must not be reckless, understand?"

Cao Feiyu looked up and met Chen Fei's eyes, a faint smile blooming on her face: "Don't worry, I won't be stubborn."

When Chen Fei's guidance for the third duel arrived, Chen Fei was protecting Cao Feiyu, helping her to regulate her breathing and recover.

Cao Feiyu's third battle was scheduled a little earlier and has just ended. Although she ultimately won, the process was not easy and she was quite exhausted.

"Be careful," Cao Feiyu said softly as she opened her eyes.

Chen Fei nodded, his figure disappearing under the golden light, and the next moment he appeared in the Yichou area, Martial Arts Arena No. 17.

In the arena, his opponents were already waiting.

She was a woman wearing a long emerald green dress, her long hair casually tied up with vines.

She had a beautiful and ethereal appearance, surrounded by a rich and refreshing aura of vegetation. On the hard, golden ground beneath her feet, tiny green shoots stubbornly sprouted, blooming with unknown wildflowers.

She held no weapon, but simply twirled a vibrant green leaf between her fingers.

"Wanhua Valley, Ye Zhiqiu." The woman's voice was gentle, like a clear mountain spring. She looked at Chen Fei with curiosity, quite interested in this cultivator who had recently become somewhat famous.

"Danchen Sect, Chen Fei." Chen Fei cupped his hands in greeting.

Wanhua Valley is a sect within the Yanyang Immortal Dynasty renowned for its wood-based cultivation techniques and the nurturing of spiritual plants. It is somewhat similar to Lingxiu Peak of the Danchen Sect, but its lineage is longer and its methods are more diverse.

Ye Zhi Qiu gave him a feeling that was quite similar to Qing He from the inner sect competition, but his aura was more profound and restrained, and his control over the wood element was obviously superior.

"please!"

"please!"

Unlike her previous opponents, Ye Zhi Qiu did not launch a preemptive attack; she simply blew the green leaf in her hand forward gently.

"call!"

As the green leaf left his hand, it grew taller in the wind, instantly transforming into a vast expanse of emerald-colored leaves that blotted out the sky, slowly drifting down toward Chen Fei.

Above the leaf shadows, the veins are clearly visible, each vein flowing with pure life force, and there are also glistening dewdrops rolling on the leaf surface, emitting a strange fragrance that calms the mind.

As the leaf shadow fell, the wood elemental energy throughout the entire training ground frantically converged towards it, turning the enormous leaf into a bottomless pit.

Furthermore, a flexible yet resilient binding force field spread out from Ye Ying's center, attempting to restrict Chen Fei's movements and weaken his Yuan energy circulation.

The realm of Manyo, where life continues endlessly!

Ye Zhi Qiu murmured to himself, his hands forming a seal. Beneath the enormous jade leaf shadow, countless shimmering green runes appeared out of thin air, connecting with each other to instantly form a green domain covering hundreds of miles.

Within the domain, thick vines, like giant pythons, burst forth from the ground, frantically coiling and strangling. Sharp, knife-like blades of grass transformed into a green storm, sweeping and cutting, while countless colorful, intoxicatingly fragrant, and poisonous flowers and herbs rapidly grew and bloomed.

This is similar to Qinghe's wood industry, but the changes are more complex, and the vitality and binding force contained within are also stronger.

Ye Zhi Qiu was clearly following the path of controlling, exhausting, and trapping the enemy, attempting to slowly wear down his opponent with the ever-renewing power of his domain.

If it were Chen Fei three months ago, facing such a vast and extremely resilient wood element domain, he might have had to put in a lot more effort, and might even have been dragged into a war of attrition.

But now...

A silver-gray light flashed in Chen Fei's eyes, and the familiar chaotic-colored Dao Domain unfolded once again with him at its center.

This time, the range did not expand, remaining at around ten miles. A faint hissing sound emanated from the edge of the Dao Domain where it met the green wood element domain.

"Ok?"

Ye Zhi Qiu frowned slightly. She could feel that the attacks in her Myriad Leaves Domain were like natural enemies the moment they came into contact with the opponent's Dao Domain.

The vibrant wood elemental energy was rapidly extracted and annihilated, leaving the wood withered, fragile, and devoid of its spirit.

That domain was like a greedy maw of despair, frantically devouring and assimilating her power, even temporarily severing her connection with parts of the domain, causing her control to falter.

"It truly lives up to its reputation."

Without further hesitation, Ye Zhi Qiu waved her jade hand repeatedly, and countless emerald green seeds flew out from her sleeves, fell into the domain, and instantly took root and sprouted, transforming into ancient war trees that were dozens of miles tall.

The ancient tree brandished its enormous branches, carrying the force of destruction, and lashed out fiercely at Chen Fei's Dao Domain.

At the same time, the huge jade leaf shadow shone brightly, and countless dewdrops fell like a torrential rain. Each dewdrop contained the pure essence of Yi wood and a powerful purifying and corrosive force.

It landed on Chen Fei's Dao Domain, attempting to cleanse and penetrate this strange defense.

In an instant, Chen Fei's Dao Domain was subjected to a ferocious attack from all directions. (End of Chapter)