Ling Han nodded and raised his hand, leaving the stalk of Crimson Red Chilling Ice Grass on the table.
Zhu Xuan’er hurriedly stored the Spirit Grass into her Spatial Ring and, looking overjoyed, said, “Many thanks, Grandmaster Ling!”
Ling Han flicked his hand in response and said, “You may go.”
Zhu Xuan’er’s face could not help but twitch. How displeased was he to see her that he would actually attempt to chase her off? Yet, of all things, that apathetic attitude did not seem faked, which made her even more depressed.
…Women were really weird. Just now, she had misunderstood that Ling Han bore a fondness for her and was worried that Ling Han would do something to her, and now that Ling Han paid absolutely no regard for her, she was depressed.
Ai!
She was a bit irritated internally and asked, “Grandmaster Ling is probably getting ready to become the ideal son-in-law of the Jiang Clan, right?” Otherwise, Ling Han would not have changed his condition and easily handed the Crimson Red Chilling Ice Grass to her.
Ling Han laughed and countered, “So what if I am? Jealous?”
In your dreams!
Zhu Xuan’er merely humphed lightly and said, “In the Marriage Tournament the Jiang Clan is holding this time, not only will the top ten members of the Prodigy Roll participate, even the elites from the last few Prodigy Rolls would appear. Though they all have yet to break through to the Flower Blossom Tier, their ability is still outstanding. Perhaps some might even have reached the level of having half a foot into the Flower Blossom Tier.”
Ling Han merely smiled. His current ability probably reached the level of having half a foot into the Flower Blossom Tier, and in future, he would possibly get endlessly nearer the Flower Blossom Tier. So what if there appeared some cultivators at this level, he’d still thrash them as per usual!
Zhu Xuan’er’s beautiful eyes turned. She suddenly asked, “Does Grandmaster Ling want to see Xuan’er’s real appearance?”
What the hell was that?
Ling Han looked at her in surprise, but Zhu Xuan’er merely smiled slightly, stood up and left, saying, “Whenever Xuan’er is in a better mood, who knows, I may allow Grandmaster Ling a glimpse at my true face.”
After saying so, she left with a twist of her slender waist, incredibly graceful in her movements.
Little demon!
Even if Ling Han had his whole heart and soul focused on martial arts, when he saw her captivating rear view, powerful desire rose within him. He felt an impulse to rush out and push her down onto the ground, then ***, and ***.
He hurriedly restrained his mind. Who said that a quiet, elegant woman did not know the art of seduction? On the contrary, when one who normally assumed a serious, refined manner, then suddenly showed a flirtatious expression, that would only be even more alluring.
Indeed, every beauty was transformed from a vixen, and it only depended on whether she wanted to use her seductive charms or not.
Another day passed, and the Marriage Tournament of the Jiang Clan had officially begun.
Ling Han brought Liu Yu Tong and the others to watch the excitement. Anyways, the tournament would be held for three days, so there was no need for him to participate right at this very moment. It would not be too late even if he waited until the third day. Furthermore, he would be taking part as “Han Lin”, and would run the moment he got the key. As for the Jiang Clan, he would have compensation for them in future.
“Is there still any need to compete? It would definitely be the first place of the Prodigy Roll, Yang Jun Hao. He has defeated all the young elites of the north region.”
“Hehe, the tournament is a tournament, but now, there is no restriction on using any kind of Spirit Tool, so every person’s battle prowess would be greatly different. Furthermore, before ascending the tournament stage, there is a need to first sign a life or death agreement. That would be a battle to the death. A battle to the death is completely different from mere sparring.”
“In addition, the young male elites who have matured may also participate. Should Yang Jun Hao want to carry off the beautiful maiden as he hoped, it would be difficult!”
“That’s right. This Marriage Tournament would definitely be even more exciting than the Prodigy Tournament.”
The Jiang Clan rented a site on the Great Arena for the Marriage Tournament, and the Spirit Treasures Pavilion also took advantage of the opportunity to earn additional profit. Whether one entered the site as a spectator or as a participant, they would need to pay a single Origin Crystal.
Ling Han paid the entrance fee and entered to watch the tournament.
There was indeed nothing much notable about the battles on the first day. Most of the participants were those that had not managed to make it onto the Prodigy Roll and were here to show off some of their skill to make their presence known. And it was precisely because of this that the Jiang Clan and the Spirit Treasures Pavilion worked together to change the rules of the tournament stage.
Chapter 442
Chapter 442: Ascending the Stage and Participating in Battle
Translator: _Dark_Angel_ Editor: Kurisu
The rules changed.
To come up onto the tournament stage, one had to first pay ten thousand Origin Crystals. If one could attain ten consecutive wins, then the Origin Crystals would be refunded, and he would also qualify to take part in the next round. In addition, if one could manage to stand for a whole hour on the stage, that could also be considered equivalent to ten consecutive wins.
This was the qualification battle; it would continue for three days, and the semi-finals would take place three days later. All martial artists that obtained ten consecutive wins would engage in a knockout battle, and the final victor would be the ideal son-in-law of the Jiang Clan.
When he heard that piece of news, Ling Han could not stop his facial muscles from twitching madly as he thought that the Spirit Treasures Pavilion was indeed very well-versed in earning money. They managed to come up with so many tricks for even a Marriage Tournament. First would be the preliminary rounds, followed by the semi-finals. They had practically organized it like it was a second Prodigy Tournament.
However, he had to admit that this was much more attractive than before, and the battles were even fiercer now. Furthermore, both the Jiang Clan and the Spirit Treasures Pavilion could earn a great profit—entrance fees as well as the participation fees would be enough to ensure they made a lot of money.
Those who were short of skill would naturally no longer choose to step up onto the tournament stage. If they did, they’d have to pay ten thousand Origin Crystals, and who would have so much money to splurge? In addition, the preliminary round would only last for three days, so those who had the mind to would naturally not wait until the third day to join the tournament. What if they didn’t have enough time?
Powerful cultivators emerged one after another. Yang Jun Hao, Lu Yang, and Yu Kun Lun all made a move. They possessed absolute battle prowess and no one dared to step up to challenge them, which allowed them to successfully qualify for the semi-finals after only standing there for a whole hour.
Ling Han had no intention to act today, because he had yet to change his appearance; he decided to simply watch the excitement.
The first day came to an end. Those with high ranks on the Prodigy Roll all qualified for the next round, and there was a considerable number of well-known characters who also easily passed to the next round. In comparison, these people that had towered on the Prodigy Roll some years ago were even stronger. They had, after all, cultivated a few more years.
Beneath the Flower Blossom Tier, one could not discount the gap of several years.
On the second day, Ling Han changed his appearance to look like Han Lin, then separated from Liu Yu Tong and the others and entered the Great Arena alone. He paid a single Origin Crystal, and enterd the Arena.
“Grandmaster Ling!” A delicate, feminine voice was suddenly heard from behind him.
Ling Han turned around. Pretending to be surprised, he said, “Are you calling me?”
A surprised expression immediately appeared on Ying Hong’s beautiful face; this person was actually not Ling Han! She smiled faintly and said, “Apologies, I thought you were someone else.” She immediately mumbled, “How could they look so much alike?”
Ling Han sighed. He had only changed his facial appearance and did nothing to his build. Those familiar with him would very easily think that he was Ling Han if they merely looked at his rear view.
It was like that with Ao Feng, and Ying Hong now was the same.
Ling Han arrived at the registration area, drew out ten thousand Origin Crystals, and recited his personal data. “Han Lin, twenty years old. I came from Return Cloud Mountains.”
He received a challenger’s tag, which showed that he had made the payment. When he stepped up to battle later on, he needed only hand over this tag. In addition, if he won ten consecutive battles, he would also need this challenger’s tag to get his refund of ten thousand Origin Crystals. If one lost it, then very sorry, one could only think of it as very bad luck.
He was naturally unreserved—it just so happened that a pair of fighters had just finished their battle on the tournament stage. Thus, he immediately leaped up onto the tournament stage.
“Challenger’s tag?” The referee instantly stretched out a hand towards him.
Ling Han tossed his challenger’s tag over, and the referee grabbed it. After checking it once, the latter nodded, then said, “Let’s begin.”
“Brat, you can’t possibly be my rival. You had better obediently step down on your own, which would also save me some energy.” The opponent was a sturdy man who looked to be in his thirties. He was tall and well-built, and was at least two heads taller than a typical man.
Those who dared step onto the tournament stage to fight were definitely people with at least some skill. This man had broken through to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, and though he was only in the first layer, he could be considered elite among those below forty years old.
He had cultivated ten-plus years more than Ling Han—this was a huge advantage, so, of course, he was very confident in himself.
Ling Han smiled calmly, and asked, “Why could it not be you that has to step down?”
“Ignorant brat!” The man humphed, and said, “Forget it, I’ll be able to kill you with a single punch anyways, so it’s fine! Since you are disobedient, I will kill you!”
He raised his fist and shot it heavily towards Ling Han.
Killing intent flashed through Ling Han’s eyes. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to be merciful, either. He casually threw a punch. Hong , a terrifying Origin Power appeared, broad and mighty, with multiple patterns on display, shining brilliantly.
Peng!
“What!? Impossible!” That man’s fist was crushed the moment Ling Han touched it. A bloody mist burst out, and Ling Han’s fist also crashed onto the front of his body. The terrifying Origin Power created a shock wave that directly blasted him into a shower of blood.
Hiss!
There was dead silence over the spectators’ stands. An elite cultivator of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier actually exploded with a single blow; that was too much, wasn’t it? But after a mere instant, excited cheers arose from all around. The reason why they were seated here was so that they could see such a ferocious, bloody, and violent scene, wasn’t it?
“Han Lin, one win!” The referee announced loudly after glancing at the name on the challenger’s tag.
“Han Lin?”
“Who’s Han Lin? With such power, it would be enough for him to enter into the top twenty on the Prodigy Roll, but we obviously hadn’t seen him before!”
“I know him. This person is a newly accepted disciple of the Winter Moon Sect, who defeated all the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan the moment he joined!”
“What? Even the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan could not stand against him? No wonder he’s so awesome and managed to crush his opponent of the first layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier in a single punch.”
“That’s odd. Why didn’t he participate in the Prodigy Tournament?”
“Perhaps it’s because the Winter Moon Sect doesn’t want him to overshadow the glory of the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan and did not allow him to take part.”
“That’s right. The patriarch of the Ao Clan is a powerful cultivator of the Spiritual Infant Tier of the Winter Moon Sect. If he spoke up, then no matter how much of a genius Han Lin was, he could only swallow his resentment.”
When they saw how the spectators were all engaged in fierce debates, the expressions on the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan all turned ugly. They had not imagined that Ling Han would actually appear here. They had all had their teeth completely beaten out of their mouths by Ling Han, and though their teeth had regrown by now, how could they forget the pain he had brought by smacking them in the face? Moreover, the latter had even killed their younger sister!
Father had not yet killed off this brat?
The seven of them were all filled with confusion. With the ability of the Flower Blossom Tier, not only was he unable to kill off a brat in the Spiritual Ocean Tier, the latter was even allowed to break through to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier. Furthermore, merely how much time had passed? Yet this person had already broken through to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier. This speed was really much too astonishing.
Ling Han stood somberly and waited to be challenged by another.
However, the power of his punch previously was too shockingly mighty, and for the moment, no one dared to step forth to challenge him. Even if there some who were certain that they were in no way inferior to Ling Han, they had no plans to engage in a fierce battle with Ling Han at this moment. After all, the tournament rules had changed, so it was not necessary that they fight over this place to qualify for the next round.
Right until when the hour was almost up—a man jumped onto the tournament stage. This was a middle-aged man who had a fair, unbearded face. His hair was ash gray as if he was already in his twilight years, but from the way his skin was smooth and compact, he did not look at all like one who had experienced a fair number of years.
“Yi, Quick Sword Yang Qi!” someone exclaimed in surprise when they looked at the stage.
“It really is him!”
“I heard that this person has no aspiration for empty fame. He obviously has the ability worthy of the Prodigy Roll, yet has never taken part in the Prodigy Tournament. However, his quick sword is universally shocking, and it’s said that there is no one on the same cultivation level that can defend against his quick sword. Though that’s a bit of an exaggeration, it is proof of his ability.”
“This would be a good show. Quick Sword Yang Qi has already broken through to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier five years ago, and with his talent, no matter what, he should be at least in the fourth or fifth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, shouldn’t he?”
“Hehe, looks like this Han Lin is going to be in trouble.”
Chapter 443
Chapter 443: An Easy Victory
Translator: DarkAngel_ Editor: Kurisu
The spectators were all not very optimistic about Ling Han. Although he had ferocious power behind each single punch, the person he had killed was only in the first layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier and was not someone like Quick Sword Yang Qi who had a well-established reputation. Who knew how many Spiritual Pedestal Tier cultivators had been slashed by his blade?
“Yang Qi, kill him!”
“Don’t disappoint us!”
Some particularly fierce people among the spectators had already begun to call out wildly. The reason why they had spent a single Origin Crystal was precisely because they wanted to see a bloody battle.
Yang Qi was unmoved, and merely stared fixedly at Ling Han. He said, “You’re very strong. You’re qualified to make me battle with my full ability.”
“Oh, then are you qualified to make
me attack at my full ability?” Ling Han asked, smiling. He truly hoped that there was someone in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier that could force him to the fullest of his ability; he currently felt a loneliness from standing at the very top and a solitude like snow.
“Watch my sword!” Yang Qi moved. Shua , at some moment, a sword had suddenly appeared in his hand. The blade was as thin as a cicada’s wing, and with a move of his wrist, the tip of the blade had appeared at Ling Han’s left shoulder. It was indeed shockingly fast.
“It’s too fast. He really deserves the name of Quick Sword Yang Qi!”
“It’s finished. Han Lin is going to be defeated by a single strike.”
The spectators called out in excitement. However, the fact that Yang Qi aimed for the Ling Han’s left shoulder rather than his heart made a large number disappointed. It would have been a greater spectacle if his stab killed him.
Ling Han smiled lightly, and with a grab of his right hand, his opponent’s thin sword had appeared in his hand.
Yang Qi’s expression changed drastically. His sword was already as fast as this, how had his opponent managed to grab it? He quickly drew back his sword, confident that the sharpness of his Snowy Wing Sword would be enough to inflict a serious injury to Ling Han’s hand.
Yet he immediately realized that it was as if Snowy Wing Sword had sprouted roots in Ling Han’s hand, and he couldn’t move it even the slightest bit.
Ling Han slowly raised his left fist.
Yang Qi was very clear that if he abandoned his sword and stepped back now, he could dodge this punch. But as a swordsman, he would live and die with his sword.
He did not abandon his sword, and merely continued to draw it back as hard as he could.
Unfortunately, even though he was in the sixth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, his strength was not as powerful as Ling Han’s, and no matter what he tried, he could not draw his sword out of the latter’s grasp. His eyes froze, and he decided to simply push the sword forward to pierce directly through Ling Han’s left shoulder.
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