Chapter 117: Guidance! Rewards! The Trial Tower!

Chapter 117: Guidance! Rewards! The Trial Tower!

"Let's give the Trial Tower a try!"

Excited, Su Changqing rushed straight to the array formation.

While the mountain peak was also a suitable place for experiments, Wu Jiuling was in a state of rest, and Wu Yong was deep in cultivation. If he made too much noise, he would inevitably disturb them.

The Trial Tower, however, was different. It was a special place in the Lesser Immortal Sect designed for disciples to spar. Not only could they engage in life-and-death battles, but they also didn't have to worry about getting injured.

The only downside was that each visit required a significant amount of spirit stones. While Su Changqing didn't have any spirit stones, the remaining resources were enough for him to attempt the tower multiple times.

...

In no time, Su Changqing arrived at the array formation.

Wu Yong, as he had been for the past few days, was mumbling to himself while drawing intricate patterns on the ground. He looked extremely haggard, with bloodshot eyes, bloodstained clothes, and a nearly shattered spirit. The constant failures and retries had driven him to the brink of madness.

"No, it's wrong again, still wrong!"

Wu Yong lay on the ground, his eyes vacant, and he muttered bitterly, "Could it be that this divine body really can't be cultivated?"

"Brother, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Su Changqing approached, furrowing his brow as he asked.

"Hah." Wu Yong didn't answer, just smiled bitterly. "Is Big Brother going to challenge the tower?"

"I'll activate it for you."

As he spoke, Wu Yong casually drew an array pattern, activating the formation.

However, Su Changqing didn't enter immediately. Instead, he frowned and studied the complex array patterns on the ground.

After a moment, he looked at Wu Yong and said, "Brother, I don't specialize in array formations, but I have studied similar techniques."

"The array patterns you've inscribed are different from ordinary arrays. They are based on flesh and blood, using the body's innate power to carve the grand array."

"Although they are both arrays, the methods are different."

With that, Su Changqing approached the array patterns on the ground. After a moment of contemplation, he circled his fingertips with a flow of blood energy and etched several lines. These lines weren't array patterns but rather a method from the Nine Profound Heavenly Medical Needle for harnessing the body's innate power. He used these lines to disperse the existing array patterns and rearrange them.

Though they were still arrays, they were now vastly different. One was based on the elements of heaven and earth, while the other was rooted in the physical body.

"Brother, I'm not sure if this will work, but you'll need to experiment further on your own."

Looking at the dejected Wu Yong, Su Changqing sighed and stepped into the array formation. This time, he chose the core level of the Trial Tower.

...

"Arrays are the same, but the methods are different?"

Wu Yong lay on the ground, gazing at the sky with lifeless eyes, muttering bitterly, "Big Brother, I am the direct descendant of an array formation family and a world-class prodigy in array formations."

"How could a mere outer disciple of the Lesser Immortal Sect understand my array formations?"

With a sigh, Wu Yong rested for a moment and then tried to gather his spirit to continue his calculations. However, when he sat up and saw the newly arranged array patterns on the ground, he was taken aback.

"These patterns actually look proper?"

Wu Yong hadn't paid much attention at first, just scanning them out of habit. But the more he looked, the more his face grew with surprise, and his eyes lit up.

When he finished examining them and ran through the calculations in his mind, he exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Wu Yong sprang up, looking at the array patterns on the ground with a feverish intensity, "What a genius!"

"How could he come up with such a brilliant combination?"

"Using the body's bones and flesh as the foundation to harness the power of heaven and earth to construct the array patterns!"

"Ha-ha-ha, I was wrong all along!"

Wu Yong laughed excitedly, "I was trying to build the array within my body while relying on external forces. No wonder I was spitting blood!"

"Using an external force to reinforce an internal array base, no wonder the divine body couldn't be cultivated."

In reality, Su Changqing hadn't done much. He had simply helped Wu Yong see through the veil that had been blinding him. Once the idea was clear, a flood of inspiration surged in his mind.

"Master."

Seeing Wu Yong's manic state, Old Sun worriedly said, "You should stop practicing. Your big brother is just an outer disciple of the Lesser Immortal Sect; he doesn't understand array formations."

"If something goes wrong, it won't be as simple as spitting blood."

Wu Yong ignored him, immediately sitting cross-legged and following the array patterns Su Changqing had modified to inscribe them on his body. Once his entire body was covered in array patterns and everything was ready, a fierce look appeared in his eyes. He made a hand seal and shouted, "Activate!"

Boom!

The array patterns inscribed on his body didn't draw on external forces but instead surged directly into his body!

"Master, no!" Old Sun was horrified.

The power of the array formation entering the body—how could an ordinary person withstand it?

Before he could even react, a burst of light erupted from Wu Yong's body, and countless array patterns intertwined and flowed!

"This—"

Old Sun was stunned, "It—it's done?"

He glanced at the array patterns on the ground, then at Su Changqing, who had vanished into the array, his face filled with confusion.

Was it possible that a mere outer disciple, with just a few casual words of guidance, could help the Wu family's direct descendant master a complex array that he had always struggled to understand?

"Is this young master's senior brother really just an outer disciple?"

...

At the Demon Peak, in front of the Trial Tower.

"Ha! Senior Brother Mo has already won nine consecutive battles. Just one more victory, and he will obtain the Upper Rank Earth-Class Qingfeng Sword. This time, he’s bound to win!"

"That’s for sure. Senior Brother Mo is a core disciple with a fully developed Blood Fiend Body, possessing immense power. Who at the same level can withstand him?"

"Still, it’s best to be cautious. If he loses his winning streak, the Qingfeng Sword will end up in someone else’s hands."

"Ha ha ha! Junior Brother, you’re overthinking it. At the peak of the Divine Body, I can’t say for sure, but among core disciples with a fully developed Divine Body, who hasn’t been beaten by Senior Brother Mo?"

The Little Immortal Sect's Trial Tower was established to encourage disciples to engage in combat. A rule was set that any disciple who achieved ten consecutive victories against opponents of the same level would receive the reward listed on the tower for that month, which changed every month.

Mo Xiong, from the Demon Peak, had gained considerable fame within the sect in just one month.

Among core disciples, very few reached the first realm, and only a dozen or so had fully developed Divine Bodies.

During this time, almost all core disciples with fully developed Divine Bodies, except those in seclusion, had been decisively defeated by Mo Xiong, earning him nine consecutive victories.

The reason he hadn’t achieved ten victories wasn’t due to a lack of combat strength, but rather the scarcity of core disciples at the same level participating in the trials.

Mo Xiong had waited for several days, and finally, the light in the core trial tower flickered, indicating that a disciple of the same level had initiated a trial.

"Ha ha ha!"

The burly and tall Mo Xiong looked at the glowing trial tower and laughed heartily, "I’ll claim that Qingfeng Sword and treat my junior brothers to a drink!"

Even the sect's prodigies were envious of the Upper Rank Earth-Class spirit weapon. It could fetch a significant price anywhere.

Mo Xiong was confident. He had thoroughly investigated the fully developed Divine Body core disciples in the Little Immortal Sect, and he was certain that none of them could match him. The Qingfeng Sword was already as good as his!

With a hearty laugh, Mo Xiong strode into the trial tower, disappearing in a flash of light.

The Demon Peak disciples present began to chatter and place bets.

"I bet Senior Brother Mo will come out in the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, and I’ll wager ten thousand spirit stones!"

"Ha ha, I’ll take that bet. Senior Brother Mo’s strength doesn’t need a stick of incense; a quarter of an hour is more than enough!"

"Hey, hey, aren’t you underestimating Senior Brother Mo? I bet he’ll win in three minutes, for sure!"

"..."

The disciples laughed and joked, setting up betting pools.

Almost everyone placed bets, but all of them wagered on how long it would take Mo Xiong to win, not a single bet on him losing.

It wasn’t just their confidence; everyone understood the terrifying power of Mo Xiong’s Blood Fiend Body.

...

Inside the trial tower.

As the light faded, Mo Xiong appeared with a relaxed smile.

Across from him stood a disciple whose face was obscured.

Mo Xiong didn’t find this strange; it was a rule of the trial tower that no one knew who their opponent was, to prevent any threats for the reward.

"Ha ha ha! Kid, are you going to surrender or fight?"

Mo Xiong laughed, "Have you heard of Mo Xiong’s name?"

"Mo Xiong? Don’t know him."

Su Changqing shook his head, then his eyes blazed with intense light as he looked at Mo Xiong.

"Who you are doesn’t matter. Bring out your full strength and fight me!"

"Roar!"

Without a word, Su Changqing stomped his foot, channeling all his strength into a fierce punch.

The punch had no form or technique, only pure, raw power!

Su Changqing wanted to test the extent of his strength against a core disciple.

The wind howled!

In an instant, the powerful punch reached Mo Xiong.

"Ha ha ha! How amusing!"

Mo Xiong laughed brightly, "Kid, go back and ask around about what the name Mo Xiong means."

"Fighting me with strength?"

"Truly, you have no sense of self-preservation."

As he spoke, Mo Xiong roared, his entire body’s qi and blood erupting as he delivered a powerful punch.

Whistling winds filled the air as the two fists, powered solely by raw strength, collided!

Boom!

A visible shockwave exploded outward!

Mo Xiong’s massive body was instantly sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the edge of the tower with a loud thud.

The space inside the tower fell silent.

Su Changqing tilted his head, looking at the fallen Mo Xiong with confusion, hesitantly asking:

"Are you really a core disciple?"

(End of Chapter)

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