"Chu Chu won't join your Immortal Sect. I said so." Lin Yu stepped before Chu Chu, glaring at Jiang Xuan.
"Hehe, who are you to decide? Do you know how many want to join our Profound Heaven Immortal Sect?" Jiang Xuan's arrogance grew, as if their sect's name could achieve anything. It seemed all warriors longed to join.
"What Third Uncle says is what I say!" Chu Chu huffed, disdaining Jiang Xuan.
"Unbelievable—someone dares to look down on our Profound Heaven Immortal Sect. Little girl, I must show you the difference between an immortal sect disciple and a mundane warrior, or others will think we're no better!" Jiang Xuan sneered, challenging Chu Chu. "Dare you fight me?"
"Don't agree, Chu Chu! He's a Purple Mansion warrior—you can't defeat him!" Seventh Princess stopped her before she could respond. A Xiantian warrior, no matter how talented, couldn't cross realms to defeat a Purple Mansion expert.
"A Purple Mansion expert challenging a Xiantian warrior and acting certain to win—ridiculous!"
"Of course—defeating a Xiantian warrior is only natural for Purple Mansion. Losing would be a miracle!"
"Seems reclusive sect disciples only bully the weak."
Warriors and ministers shook their heads, scornful of Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan turned铁青 (livid). "I'll suppress my cultivation to your level. Dare you still fight?"
"Fine, let's fight!" Chu Chu stood. If she refused after he "suppressed" his修为, she'd be mocked.
"Fight with confidence—you can win." Lin Yu encouraged her with a smile.
"Obviously! Watch me win, Third Uncle!" Chu Chu grinned, feeling safe with Lin Yu nearby.
"Excellent! Today, Jiang Xuan of the Profound Heaven Immortal Sect will spar with Lin Chuchu of Sky Dominance Sect. May both hold back!" The Zhou Emperor laughed, removing a jade thumb ring. "This ring has protected me for years, blocking attacks from warriors below Purple Mansion Third Grade. The winner takes it!"
All eyed the ring enviously.
Jiang Xuan stood in the garden, hands behind his back, looking down at Chu Chu. "You're weaker—attack first."
Chu Chu nodded, unsheathing her sword. A chill emanated from her, frosting the grass at her feet. Freezing qi spread, making everyone shiver.
"Good! Truly a Profound Yin Physique!" Jiang Xuan smiled, satisfied with her talent as she channeled spiritual energy.
"Take this!" Chu Chu's eyes frosted as she dashed toward Jiang Xuan, her sword swinging. Where she passed, frost trailed, and icy qi condensed into a sword intent like a northern iceberg.
Jiang Xuan's expression changed—her strength exceeded expectations. With only Xiantian Fifth Grade cultivation, he couldn't block this strike. His eyes hardened; he冷哼 (snorted coldly), releasing Purple Mansion Third Grade aura. Pressure like a mountain crashed into the iceberg sword intent.
Bang!
The icy sword intent collapsed, turning to frost that fell across the garden. Since he'd broken his promise, Jiang Xuan decided to defeat Chu Chu quickly to silence critics. His eyes flashed, and he flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
Vast spiritual energy surged, forming a thunderous sword light that shot at Chu Chu—too fierce for any Xiantian warrior to block.
"Eh! He said he'd use Xiantian Fifth Grade! Why is he using Purple Mansion power?"
"Obviously—he can't win at Xiantian!"
"Profound Heaven Immortal Sect disciples are so shameless!"
Disdain filled the garden. Jiang Xuan had both proposed the Xiantian match and broken his word—this was beyond shameless.
"This is bad!" Lin Yu's face changed. Chu Chu couldn't block this!
He was about to act when he saw the small wooden sword at Chu Chu's waist and relaxed. As long as she wore it, even a Myriad Manifestations warrior couldn't harm her.
"Chu Chu, danger..." Seventh Princess cried out, drawing her sword to intercept, but a dazzling cyan light burst from the wooden sword, blinding the garden.
"Not good!" The green-robed elder's face paled. He leaped toward Jiang Xuan as the wooden sword shattered, and the cyan light formed a sword that shot at Jiang Xuan, carving a deep gully in the ground.
"Sword intent! Wind sword intent!" someone exclaimed.
Locked by the wind sword intent, Jiang Xuan felt icy fear. He tried to draw his sword but couldn't move—the attack left him defenseless.
As the wind intent struck, the green-robed elder yanked Jiang Xuan behind him and pointed like a sword, meeting the intent with raging crimson flames that turned the garden into a volcano. Flowers wilted instantly under the inferno.
Blazing flames shot from his指尖 like a dragon toward the wind sword intent.