Mortal: I am the young sect master of the Thousand Illusions Sect

Chapter 31 The Fate of the Nascent Soul Stage

"Not good!" Su Han exclaimed inwardly, and suddenly made a hand seal.

In the blink of an eye, the black flying sword rapidly circled back and fiercely stabbed at the black threads, attempting to sever the sinister black threads.

However, the black silk was incredibly tough, and the black flying sword only left shallow marks, unable to break free from its entanglement with the blue-patterned shield.

Taking advantage of Su Han's distraction, the black-clad cultivator's attack suddenly became more ferocious, and just now, he had already put away the black mist shield.

Clearly, having gained the upper hand, he had completely abandoned his defense.

The next instant, the green flying fork struck the blue-patterned shield, which was now shrouded in black threads and its spiritual light had dimmed.

The force of the recoil actually caused Su Han to stagger backward.

Before Su Han could regain her footing, the black-clad cultivator's lips curled into a ruthless smile. He muttered an obscure incantation and suddenly opened his mouth, unleashing a blood-red gust of wind that summoned a hideous, blood-red ghost.

This blood demon was entirely crimson, with exposed fangs and an overwhelming aura of malevolence. Judging from its aura, it had clearly reached the late Foundation Establishment stage.

As soon as the blood demon appeared, it pounced on Su Han with ghostly speed.

With her magical artifacts restrained and her defenses weakened, Su Han had no time to dodge the blood demon's sudden attack.

At that time, she could only forcefully activate her remaining spiritual power and throw out several low-level to mid-level Vajra talismans to barely form a golden light shield to defend herself.

However, this ferocious blood demon could not be resisted by the Vajra Talisman.

In the blink of an eye, the defensive shield formed by the Vajra Talisman was completely destroyed.

"Ah!" A piercing scream echoed through the arena as Su Han's entire left arm was bitten off by the blood demon, and blood gushed out instantly, staining her white robe with blue patterns.

The excruciating pain swept over his mind, disrupting his spiritual energy circulation. Several magical artifacts fell to the ground, and his combat power was reduced by more than half, leaving him completely powerless to fight any longer.

Seeing this, the black-clad cultivator sneered and activated the Yin Soul Fork again, sending Yin Soul threads wrapping around Su Han's body, clearly intending to kill him completely.

Su Han endured the excruciating pain of her severed arm, her face deathly pale. Knowing that the situation was hopeless and that her life was in danger if she didn't retreat soon, she could only grit her teeth and say in a low voice, "I...I surrender!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she endured the pain, staggered backward off the stage, leaving a pool of blood behind her.

The audience gasped in shock at the sight, never expecting the competition to be so brutal.

Wang Chan sat at the table, a smug smirk playing on his lips, his gaze toward Su Mixin filled with utter provocation.

Su Mixin's face turned ashen. Her usual calm and composed demeanor collapsed instantly, and her eyes bulged with barely suppressed anger.

Having thoroughly studied the original text, he immediately grasped the crux of the matter and naturally understood Wang Chan's despicable nature.

Not to mention that the late-stage Foundation Establishment Blood Demon is not something that an ordinary mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator can cultivate and control.

Even if this black-clad Yinjiu cultivator is one of the best Foundation Establishment disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect, how could a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator be able to cross realms and subdue a ferocious blood ghost with a higher cultivation level than him? This is simply too illogical.

And that green flying fork magic weapon—wasn't it the same magic weapon that Wang Chan used when Han Laomo escaped from Yanling Fort and was being chased by him?

Those black threads were the very Yin Spirit Silk that Wang Chan had been so proud of and boasted about during the pursuit of Old Demon Han, but which ultimately surprised him because it hadn't been able to achieve its intended purpose!

Su Mixin abruptly turned her head, unwilling to look at Wang Chan's arrogant and smug face any longer.

He led a group of Thousand Illusions Sect disciples toward Su Han, who had already staggered off the stage.

As soon as Su Hanfang saw Su Mixin standing in front of her, the grievances and resentment she had been holding back instantly burst forth. Her eyes turned bloodshot, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried her best not to lose her composure, even as she was about to shed tears.

Su Mixin turned around and gave a wink to a disciple behind her, signaling him to go up on stage immediately and retrieve Su Han's severed arm.

Whether it was because Wang Chan still had a sliver of room for maneuver, or because the black-clad cultivator was wary of the Thousand Illusions Sect's power and dared not go too far, he actually held back at the crucial moment and did not allow the Blood Demon to destroy the severed arm.

This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Su Mi knew perfectly well that whether or not the severed arm was preserved made a world of difference.

As long as the severed arm remains, with the Thousand Illusions Sect's resources and methods, reattaching the arm is not a difficult task.

However, if the severed arm is destroyed, the cost of regenerating an arm for Su Han would be completely different.

Even worse, if he were left with a disability, Su Han's chances of breaking through to the Core Formation Realm would almost certainly become a pipe dream.

Destroying someone's cultivation path is tantamount to forging an irreconcilable enmity. He will definitely take action personally and make that black-clad cultivator pay a heavy price.

"Grand Uncle, I have disappointed you, I..."

Su Han's voice choked with sobs, filled with deep self-reproach. Before she could finish speaking, Su Mixin raised her hand to interrupt her.

Su Mixin comforted her, "It has nothing to do with you. It was my carelessness. I didn't expect them to use such underhanded methods."

"Wang Chan had been plotting this all along, using such treacherous schemes..."

"What? Young Master Su lost the competition, so you're planning to deny it? First you accused me of using underhanded tricks, are you trying to pin a label on me to shut everyone up?" Su Mixin's words were interrupted by a mocking voice.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Wang Chan leading a group of Ghost Spirit Sect disciples forward quickly, his face full of undisguised mockery and his eyes full of smugness.

Clearly, his consciousness had been focused on Su Mixin from beginning to end, and Su Mixin's every move and word had not escaped his notice.

Upon hearing this, Su Mixin's lips curled into a cold smile.

He flipped his wrist and slapped his storage bag at his waist, and an umbrella-shaped defensive talisman appeared in his hand.

Su Mixin unleashed a surge of powerful spiritual energy from her fingertips, enveloping the talisman. With a flick of her finger, the talisman flew straight toward Wang Chan. Her voice was as cold as ice: "A bet is a bet. Here, take the stakes."

Just then, an hour had passed, and the red-robed Core Formation abbot of the Ghost Spirit Sect flew into the air, his voice amplified by his divine sense, spreading throughout the entire area.

"The time for the duel is up. The young cultivators who remain on the three arenas will be the final victors."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene erupted in uproar, with discussions rising and falling, and many people's eyes turned to the three arenas.

These three young cultivators who ultimately won included, of course, the black-clad cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect who remained on the arena at this time.

Su Mixin ignored the surrounding noise, staring at Wang Chan with a cold smile, and said, word by word, "How interesting, your Ghost Spirit Sect disciple has finally obtained the position of the ultimate victor."

"However, this is a combat competition personally announced by your Ghost Spirit Sect's Vice Sect Master, who has also offered three Soul Tempering Pills as a reward."

"The Ghost Spirit Sect, one of the six major sects of the demonic path, has solemnly stipulated that it is forbidden to use powerful consumable treasures."

"Wouldn't they be reluctant to part with the Soul Tempering Pill and secretly collude to obtain it? That late-stage Foundation Establishment Blood Demon and the green flying fork magic weapon that ultimately secured the victory for the black-clad cultivator—wouldn't they appear on your person again, Young Master Wang?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chan's face instantly darkened, and a hint of panic and anger flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he understood that Su Mixin had seen through his private dealings during the competition.

How could he not understand Su Mixin's implied meaning? Not only had she seen through his dirty dealings, but Su Mixin's words at this moment clearly implicated him and the Ghost Spirit Sect.

If the blood demon and the green flying fork were later taken back from the black-clad cultivator, but ended up in Wang Chan's hands and seen by others...

Isn't this blatantly telling the world that the Ghost Spirit Sect can't even afford to give away a Soul Tempering Pill as a proper reward, and that the so-called fair competition is just a facade, with the young sect leader pulling strings behind the scenes to forcefully seize the position for himself?

It should be noted that at this moment, countless eyes were focused on Wang Chan and Su Mixin, some out of curiosity, some to watch the show, and some with a hint of inquiry.

The sharp exchange just now had already drawn everyone's attention.

"snort!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out, carrying an undeniable anger.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and powerful divine pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down, swept straight towards Su Mixin!

At that moment, Su Mixin's face turned pale, her expression changed drastically, and she felt an invisible force crushing down on her. Her blood surged in her chest, her breathing became labored, and she was almost forced to bend over by this terrifying pressure.

The next instant. At this critical moment, a figure flashed in and steadily blocked Su Mixin's path.

The suffocating pressure of divine consciousness receded like a tide, vanishing instantly.

Su Mixin felt relieved and caught her breath. She looked closely and saw that it was indeed her senior brother, Qi Danyan.

Qi Danyan stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the breeze. A faint, aloof smile graced his face as his gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Wang Tiangu, the vice sect leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Vice Sect Leader Wang," he said, his voice not loud, but carrying a power that pierced through the noise, clearly reaching the entire area.

"It is common for the juniors of my Thousand Illusions Sect to compete with the disciples of your sect. The juniors are just playing around and having some fun."

"Why is it that when it comes to you, you resort to using your divine sense to suppress a mere Foundation Establishment junior? This bullying of the weak is utterly shameless!"

"If word gets out, it might damage your reputation as a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Wang Tiangu remained calm. "I was just teaching the younger generation of your Thousand Illusion Sect the rules, and you dare to make sarcastic remarks about me? A Nascent Soul cultivator is not someone he can argue with in public."

Upon hearing this, Qi Danyan's smile remained unchanged, but his tone became even more sarcastic: "Teaching rules? Vice Sect Master Wang must be mistaken. The juniors of my Thousand Illusions Sect will be taught by my sect. It is not your place to overstep your bounds."

As Qi Danyan was speaking, an old man with white hair, dressed in a loose white Taoist robe, flashed to his side. It was none other than the Myriad Transformations Old Demon.

As soon as Qi Danyan finished speaking, the Myriad Transformations Old Demon looked at Wang Tiangu with a mocking smile and said, "What? You, Wang Tiangu, think that my Junior Brother Mi Luo can't teach his son well, so you want to overstep your bounds and take matters into your own hands?"

Upon hearing the words "Junior Brother Mi Luo," Wang Tiangu's expression finally changed, turning ugly.