Chapter 515: Chapter 515

"You didn’t do anything out of line last night, did you?"

Lin Fan saw Qin Yang looking cheerful and radiant, something felt off. He hastily asked.

Playing is fine. Joking around is fine. But you can’t actually cross the line.

Qin Yang, puzzled, replied: "Out of line? Do I look like the type of person who would do something out of line?"

Lin Fan felt this place was not suitable for lingering too long. The temptation was too strong—he was genuinely afraid Qin Yang might lose his composure and end up doing something... too enjoyable.

"Friend Qin, are you here?"

At this moment, a pleasant and melodious voice came from outside the door.

"Miss Mu Yu, please come in." Qin Yang’s face was brimming with a smile, even flaunting a hint of pride. Among the three of them, he was the only one who had such a good rapport with a girl.

Mu Yu pushed open the door, noticed others were present, smiled and nodded, then approached Qin Yang’s side. "Today, a powerful force has come to our sect; it seems there’s even a competition. Would you like to watch?"

Qin Yang chuckled and said, "If Miss Mu Yu invites me, then naturally I must go."

Mu Yu blushed slightly.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Fan felt a thousand thundering hooves trampling through his mind. He carefully scrutinized Qin Yang—this guy didn’t look like a decent person at all, yet somehow women liked him so much.

But upon hearing about a major force, Lin Fan became interested.

"Miss Mu Yu, where is this powerful force from?" Lin Fan asked.

Mu Yu replied: "A clan, a very ancient family. In Nanling, they are an exceptionally powerful force. I didn’t expect them to visit our sect—our Sect Master even personally welcomed them."

"Right now, they’re at the Yama Field, and the competition should be starting soon."

Xiang Fei whispered, "Brother Lin, our reputation may be unknown to the ordinary, but some major forces might have heard of us. We must act cautiously."

"Hmm," Lin Fan nodded.

Qin Yang and Mu Yu were nestled together, and from an outsider’s view, it seemed evident that Mu Yu had fallen completely for Qin Yang. Even though Qin Yang appeared to be flirting, he still maintained some distance.

A large number of disciples had already gathered there, though none really knew what was happening. Naturally, the sect wouldn’t relay these matters to them. For them, this was perceived as a friendly sparring match between two factions.

The Sect Master and the Clan Leader of the ancient family sat side by side.

The Sect Master’s expression was solemn; few could guess his thoughts. However, his furrowed brows told everyone: "I am troubled, do not bother me."

An elder gazed sternly at the disciples gathered before him. For more chapters visit n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

"Remember, this battle is a must-win—losing is not an option. You are all direct disciples of the sect, cultivated for less than three centuries. If you win even one round, you can gain access to a Divine Skill—a solitary copy of techniques previously taken from the Yama Sect, many of which are lost to us."

The elders felt helpless.

If they’d been allowed to fight, they would have risked their very lives to seize the Divine Skills back.

They were deemed too old, dismissed due to their age, prohibited from participating. Truly disrespectful behavior.

"Understood, Elder. Don’t worry. No matter what, we will win." The disciples declared, clenching their fists. Despite facing a powerful force, they showed no fear—they had resolved to reclaim their sect’s lost skills at any cost.

Lin Fan and the others stood amidst the crowd, observing the scene in the distance. Lin Fan then glanced toward the Sect Master, sensing his cultivation was decent but doubting his capability to uphold a significant force. Without Immortal Emperor Realm strength, he’d easily fall victim to others.

Beside the Sect Master sat an elder whose cultivation was identical—a mere Immortal King Realm.

The clan elder handed a Jade Scroll to the Yama Sect Master. "Here’s the sequence of disciples from our clan for the match, along with the Divine Skills for each bout. Yama Sect Master, please review it and select your disciples accordingly."

The Yama Sect Master accepted the Jade Scroll and began examining it.

"Five Demons Sky Flipping Palm."

"Ten Halls Yama Skill."

Every Divine Skill listed had once belonged to the Yama Sect, later lost during the turmoil that swallowed the sect. Each one now boasted remarkably high grades, even surpassing the current resources available to the Yama Sect.

The final technique, particularly, made the Yama Sect Master’s heart race.

"Yama Heart Scripture."

It was the Emperor Scripture—a cultivation method exclusive to the sect’s legendary Immortal Emperor figures. Currently, the Yama Sect held only its first half.

Ever since the sect’s near annihilation, only a few elders had survived. As elders, they were granted limited access to the scripture—the first half. The latter half, however, remained solely in the domain of the Sect Master.

Thus, when the Yama Heart Scripture was lost, no one could recover its full contents.

"Yama Sect Master, you’ve seen for yourself. Our clan holds little interest in your Divine Skills—but some techniques do intrigue us."

"Now, given the favor extended by the Buddhist Temple, our clan has offered such an opportunity. Whether you can reclaim these techniques, well, that’s up to your own capabilities." The clan elder spoke in a calm tone, his confidence exuding from every word—a trust rooted in his clan’s excellence. Despite providing Yama Sect such a rare chance, he firmly believed that recovering these techniques would be extraordinarily difficult—akin to reaching for the heavens.

The first match began.

The clan sent forth a young man, his lips adorned with a perpetual smile. He floated onto the stage effortlessly, hands clasped behind his back, standing silently, indifferent to the Yama Sect’s presence.

"Fellow friends and seniors, I am Shi Wutian. I hope the contender who steps onto the stage will show mercy." He spoke with a smile, yet his eyes displayed blatant contempt.

His cultivation: thirty-five years, and already Supreme Immortal Realm.

An achievement that naturally warranted arrogance.

Of course, he was slightly inferior to Zuo Xian, who had reached Supreme Immortal Realm within just thirty years.

The Yama Sect Master’s expression changed drastically upon witnessing this youth. His gaze darted to the clan elder in disbelief—not because of the contender’s weakness, but because the youth’s prowess was terrifyingly excessive.

"Yama Sect Master, your move," the clan elder said with a smile.

Meanwhile, the elder in charge of selecting disciples scrutinized the youth but couldn’t discern his cultivation level.

The young man’s cultivation was meticulously restrained, his Laws concealed within his body.

"No matter what, the first match must be won."

"Chen Qingyun, step forward." Chen Qingyun had cultivated for over two centuries. His rank as Golden Immortal made him the sect’s strongest disciple.

The elder was well aware of the first Divine Skill—a Tao Level Divine Power. For the Yama Sect, it was of great significance. No matter what, they needed to secure it.

"Yes, Elder." Chen Qingyun acknowledged.

He stepped onto the stage, his eyes filled with caution as he looked at Shi Wutian. Inclining his fists politely, he greeted his opponent.

"Friend, do you believe that one sneeze from me could send you off the stage?" Shi Wutian said, smiling.

Chen Qingyun froze in shock, failing to comprehend his opponent’s intent. His talent was average; he had earned his cultivation through relentless effort, day and night. Now, tasked with reclaiming lost Divine Skills for his sect, he was determined to tread carefully.

Shi Wutian chuckled, "Let’s say, something ..."

In the blink of an eye.

Shi Wutian tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and let out a thunderous sneeze. Instantly, the sneeze surged forth, infused with Supreme Immortal Laws, tearing through the space.

Chen Qingyun perceived the looming threat, his face paling. The power arrived with blinding speed and insurmountable might, overwhelming him as Supreme Immortal Laws shook his frame. Blood spurted from his mouth as he was flung backward violently.

"No... I cannot lose." Chen Qingyun gnashed his teeth, roared, forcibly circulated his mana, and recovered his stance as gravity pulled him heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ticklish," Shi Wutian remarked, rubbing his nose before expressing surprise: "Wow, I didn’t expect you to be this strong. I thought you’d already be off the stage. But I suggest you step off willingly—you’ll avoid a lot of suffering that way."

Gasping for breath, Chen Qingyun remained silent.

He would not retreat.

No matter how frightening his opponent’s strength, he would persevere.

The disciples below the stage were initially thrilled to see their senior brother face off against the opponent. Some had even started cheering, only for their excitement to dissolve as the unfolding scene left them dumbfounded.

In the span of mere moments.

Faster than they could react.

Utterly unbelievable.

Reality betrayed their expectations.

The Yama Sect Master’s complexion turned pale and stern.

It dawned on him that this was mistaken optimism.

The clan harbored no intention of returning the Divine Skills.

"Yama Sect Master, it’s evident you intend to relinquish the first Divine Skill by sending forth a rather weak contender." The clan elder stroked his beard with a smile.

He saw through the Yama Sect Master’s emotions.

Even if the Buddhist Temple wished to lend their support, they’d first need to assess the Yama Sect’s competency.

The clan’s prodigy dominated the stage. From beginning to end—who could rise to the occasion?

A grim spectacle unfolded.

Shi Wutian unleashed Divine Skills—specifically, the "Five Demons Sky Flipping Palm." Five towering, ethereal Demon Gods materialized, encircling Chen Qingyun, each extending titanic hands that slammed down forcefully.

Chen Qingyun was battered back and forth like a mere ping pong ball by the colossal palms.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The clan elder said, "This is the ’Five Demons Sky Flipping Palm.’ Our clan’s young talent has a fondness for this Skill. Yama Sect Master, kindly take a closer look—what are your thoughts?"

The Yama Sect Master’s expression darkened.

He recognized this Tao Level Divine Power but lacked the ability to wield it. Seeing the clan actively training in the skill now felt like a knife to his heart.

"Tian’er, stop at this point—spare his life," the clan elder advised.

Shi Wutian curled his lips, and one of the Demon Gods’ shadowy hands descended, gripping Chen Qingyun within its grasp, then mercilessly tossing him off the platform.

He didn’t even require Shi Wutian to exert effort.

It was like bullying a child.

Mid-air, Chen Qingyun’s lifeless eyes widened. Having been utterly devastated, he suddenly bellowed, his body flipping midair, landing on his knees on the platform, and declared:

"I haven’t lost yet..."

Shi Wutian frowned, annoyed. With a casual wave of his hand, a Demon God’s shadowy palm swept across—a thunderous sound echoed as Chen Qingyun was pressed against the farthest wall.

"Futile resistance—courting death."

"I indulged you, and you dared to take me seriously."