Great Luck

Chapter 19: He Learned Sorcery

"Senior Sister Xinyu, do you think Feng Qingwu is seeking death?" Zi Dong proudly arrived at Zhou Xinyu's Cave Mansion and directly sentenced Feng Qingwu to death on behalf of the Demon Hunting Bureau.

"Are you sure you can defeat Feng Qingwu?!" Zhou Xinyu was not optimistic. "I heard that Feng Qingwu has already broken through to the sixth level of the Innate Realm."

"Even if she breaks through to the ninth level of the Innate Realm, I can still easily defeat her!" Zi Dong said arrogantly.

He still had thousands of Second Grade luck, and the East Rising Purple Qi could easily defeat cultivators in the Innate Realm. Moreover, he could quickly advance with the help of luck.

However, Zi Dong didn't dare to casually use up his luck. It was a life-saving treasure, and he didn't have time to cultivate now. He would wait until the Demon Hunting Group had taken shape.

"What makes you think you can defeat Feng Qingwu?!" Zhou Xinyu doubted. Although Zi Dong could obtain luck, his cultivation level had not yet improved.

"You'll see when the time comes!" Zi Dong said mysteriously. He couldn't reveal the existence of the East Rising Purple Qi, so he had to find an excuse.

Three days later, in the early morning, at the halfway point of Yun Tian Peak, the martial arts arena was filled with over ten thousand disciples of the Cloud Heaven Sect. The life-and-death battle between the Demon Hunting Bureau and the Demon Hunting Group began.

Although Elder Yuan Chen personally presided over the event, the use of Spirit Weapons was still not allowed. The outcome had to be decided with bare hands.

The entire Demon Hunting Bureau was present, and over a thousand people crowded around the temporary arena, resembling security guards maintaining order.

Feng Qingwu changed into a brand new red dress, appearing even more stunning in the morning light. She deliberately used a purple crystal tassel hairpin to tie up her black hair.

She looked magnificent in red and purple, and her small face was filled with pride as she provocatively stared at Zi Dong on the opposite side of the arena.

"Zi Dong, why haven't the members of your Demon Hunting Group arrived yet?!" Elder Yuan Chen, who was sitting high above the arena, impatiently asked.

Over a thousand members of the Demon Hunting Bureau had arrived, but there were only Zi Dong and Zhou Xinyu from the Demon Hunting Group.

Elder Yuan Chen knew that most of the members of the Demon Hunting Group were affiliated with other sects, so he deliberately gave them some extra time, but still no one came.

"Master, there are only two of us in the Demon Hunting Group. We can start now," Zi Dong said calmly, clasping his fists towards Elder Yuan Chen.

"There are supposed to be three matches. How can the Demon Hunting Group only have two people?!" Elder Yuan Chen immediately asked angrily.

"Master, isn't it three wins out of three matches? Xinyu and I are enough!" Zi Dong said confidently, clasping his fists towards Elder Yuan Chen again.

"Swish!" The entire martial arts arena fell silent in an instant. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Everyone was looking at Feng Qingwu.

Zi Dong was blatantly slapping the face of the Demon Hunting Bureau. The Demon Hunting Group didn't even need a third match; they could wipe out the Demon Hunting Bureau with just two matches!

"Zi Dong, come up here!" Amidst the anger of all the members of the Demon Hunting Bureau, Feng Qingwu jumped onto the arena and shouted angrily at Zi Dong below, her face redder than her dress.

She wanted to beat Zi Dong to the ground, especially that handsome face. She wanted to turn it into a pig's head!

"Master, can we start now?" Zi Dong completely ignored Feng Qingwu and clasped his fists towards Elder Yuan Chen, seeking permission.

"Begin!" Elder Yuan Chen was very angry. After the match, he must teach Zi Dong a lesson.

One could be arrogant in front of opponents, but one must always respect them. Zi Dong not only lacked respect, but also insulted the Demon Hunting Bureau.

"Please!" As soon as Elder Yuan Chen's voice fell, Zi Dong immediately leaped onto the arena, raising his right hand in a graceful gesture.

"Seeking death!" Feng Qingwu was about to explode with anger. Two words squeezed out from between her teeth as she leaped up and threw a punch directly at Zi Dong's handsome face.

However, Zi Dong took a step back, immediately forming hand seals with both hands, but it looked clumsy, like a child counting on his fingers.

Threads of Purple Qi flew out rapidly from between his ten fingers, which were forming the hand seals, directly rushing towards Feng Qingwu.

Feng Qingwu's figure suddenly froze. The True Qi of an Innate Realm cultivator can be released externally, but it is absolutely impossible for it to reach such a distance!

Moreover, Zi Dong's True Qi is actually purple. There is no way he could possess the luck of an Eighth Grade. What kind of spiritual root attribute is purple?!

Just as strands of strange purple Qi approached, Feng Qingwu swung her fists and began to attack indiscriminately.

However, those strands of purple Qi directly penetrated her fists and in the blink of an eye, tightly bound her entire body.

This time, it was truly a big spectacle!

Zhou Xinyu in the audience had already widened her eyes in astonishment. The hand seals Zi Dong was forming were the same as the ones she used to control flying swords.

But they were only similar in appearance and completely useless. Those hand seals were used to control flying swords, not True Qi.

Those hand seals were techniques used by the Immortal Venerables of the Central Continent. Zhou Xinyu found it difficult to perform them, so how could Zi Dong, a cultivator of the Innate Realm, possibly know how to use them?

However, the purple Qi produced by those hand seals truly bound Feng Qingwu tightly, suppressing both her wind and fire attribute True Qi back into her body.

The more Feng Qingwu struggled, the tighter the purple Qi bound her, as if there were countless purple threads, tightly restraining her like a spider's web.

"Master, Zi Dong is practicing demonic arts!" Feng Qingwu, filled with shame, anger, and shock, shouted loudly at Elder Yuanchen while struggling violently.

"Zi Dong, what kind of spell is this?" Elder Yuanchen, of course, knew it wasn't demonic arts. There was not a trace of seductive charm, but rather a hidden righteousness.

"Master, this is our sect's most powerful Immortal Binding Art." Zi Dong quickly stopped forming hand seals and respectfully replied to Elder Yuanchen.

"But did you learn it from the Sutra Pavilion?" Elder Yuanchen subtly furrowed his brows, then immediately led Zi Dong.

"Master, I didn't learn it from the Sutra Pavilion. I learned it from an Immortal Venerable in my dream."

Zi Dong didn't give face because it wasn't in the Sutra Pavilion, and the hand seals were formed randomly. He himself didn't understand them.

Defeating Feng Qingwu would consume less Second Grade luck, but Zi Dong didn't know how East Rising Purple Qi would defeat her.

If he accidentally injured Feng Qingwu, he would offend many people. This girl was a genius of the sect, so it would be a waste of five hundred points to directly bind her.

"Feng Qingwu, are you willing to admit defeat?" Elder Yuanchen glared at Zi Dong, finding his words ridiculous, and immediately asked Feng Qingwu, hoping to quickly end the competition.

"Master, Zi Dong is talking nonsense. He is using demonic arts!" Feng Qingwu, unwilling to admit defeat, firmly believed it was demonic arts.

She was currently unable to break free from these purple threads of True Qi. Her fire attribute True Qi was suppressed within her body, unable to resist the purple threads.

"Feng Qingwu, do you mean to say that I, as an elder of the sect, cannot distinguish between our sect's spells and demonic arts?!" Elder Yuanchen suddenly became furious.

Zi Dong was far from being a match, yet Feng Qingwu was leading him astray. How could a respected elder of the Body Integration Realm not be able to tell if it was demonic arts or not?

"Master, I admit defeat!" Feng Qingwu finally came to her senses. If she persisted, she would be opposing Elder Yuanchen.

"Zi Dong, release Feng Qingwu and proceed to the next round of the competition," Elder Yuanchen ordered with an unpleasant expression.

"Yes, Master." Zi Dong quickly agreed and pretended to form hand seals again, secretly instructing East Rising Purple Qi to return to his body.

"Zi Dong, I won't let you off!" Feng Qingwu, now free, fiercely left behind a threatening remark before leaping off the stage.

"Qingwu, it was just a competition. You can't threaten me like this." Zi Dong put on the airs of a senior disciple and lectured her.

"Zi Dong, get down!" Elder Yuanchen immediately shouted in anger. These two individuals were treating him, an elder, as if he were invisible!

(End of this chapter)