Chapter 362: A Once-in-a-Hundred-Thousand-Years Genius - Part 3
The green-dressed girl instinctively recoiled at the oppressive might washing over her. Though the sensation made her uncomfortable, she wasted no time countering with a burst of her own power. Her immortal force surged forth as the Eight-Blossom Immortal Seal lit up on her forehead, radiant and dazzling.
Among cultivators, the Nine-Blossom Immortal Seal was exceedingly rare. Even achieving eight blossoms was already enough to place her among the elite. Furthermore, she was a True Immortal, and still had the potential to add a ninth blossom.
“If I were facing him, I might concede defeat—but you? You’re still far from worthy, you jinx of a calamity clan. Hah!”
Her eyes were filled with disdain as she unleashed her extreme realm. Behind her, her Primordial Spirit shimmered, laced with dense golden veins that radiated an extraordinary pressure.
Hearing the provocation, Yuexi’s killing intent surged. Her voice turned icy.
“You don’t deserve to fight my junior brother. You’d only sully his hands!”
As she spoke, she transformed into a streak of pitch-black light and shot forward.
The green-dressed girl responded by calling upon her bloodline power, engaging Yuexi in a fierce clash.
Though her clan was one of the Hundred Clans of the True Realm—ranked in the seventies—it still stood far above the Calamity Clan, which had long been banished beyond the recognized ranks.
As the two clashed upon the Imperial Platform, immortal arts thundered again and again. The battle was ferocious.
Yuexi wielded the power of Calamity, gradually devouring her opponent’s spells. With every exchange, her techniques grew more refined. The Calamity Ancestor Witch Dharma Image seemed to grant her innate comprehension of various calamity arts, as if she were learning mid-battle under silent tutelage.
Soon, Yuexi grew even stronger and began to suppress the green-dressed girl completely.
“You—!”
The girl cried out in alarm and fury. Her opponent’s strength had surpassed even the last bout.
Yuexi said nothing. Her attacks only intensified. The corrosive nature of calamity peeled flesh from bone; in an instant, her opponent’s body began to fester as though rotting from a plague.
The terrifying scene sent chills through the onlookers—many were reminded of the Calamity Clan’s fearsome reputation.
Yuexi knew there was no concealing this. If people feared her appearance, the fault lay not with her, but with the world.
Imperial power and cultivation were steeped in bloodshed. Yet people revered them instead of reviling them.
Her path was clear—not to hide her fangs and edge, but to let the world know: Calamity Clan power is terrifying—so what? Fear will turn to awe. And awe will silence all scorn.
Under her unrelenting assault, the green-dressed girl was soon defeated.
This time, Yuexi showed no mercy. After rotting her opponent’s flesh, she extended her corruption to the girl’s Primordial Spirit as well.
Sensing murderous intent, the girl shrieked, pleading for mercy and declaring surrender.
The Celestial Guard Commander intervened just in time, halting Yuexi’s killing blow.
With the battle declared over, the green-dressed girl was spared. She cast Yuexi a look full of resentment before gritting her teeth and departing the platform.
Yuexi paid her no mind. The Calamity Clan had long been vilified. Countless enemies bore them hatred—what difference did one more make?
Upon her return to the sect, Li Hao watched his senior sister with a wry smile. Though her soul-age far exceeded his—perhaps tenfold—years of focused cultivation had given her a naive air, as if unversed in worldly affairs.
Yet in this battle, she had unmistakably shielded him as one would a younger brother.
“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Li Hao said with a warm smile.
Yuexi paused, slightly startled. Seeing the sunshine in his expression, she felt a strange stirring in her heart.
“It’s nothing. I just can’t stand people like her,” she said softly.
Li Hao simply smiled again, saying no more.
As the subsequent rounds continued, Li Hao observed other key contenders—Jianxin and Mingyue—take to the stage. Their duels were strikingly simple. Each ended in a single move.
But what those single moves contained made every spectator tremble inwardly.
Likewise, Di Linchen was defeated in one blow. It was just as effortless.
Shen Wuji, of the God Clan, faced an opponent from the Taikun Clan—the same one who had previously shared a platform with Li Hao in the Top Hundred match. That cultivator had even voiced a desire to meet Li Hao again in the Top Ten.
But after a fierce battle, he fell to Shen Wuji, barely escaping with his life.
Gu Yan appeared in the second-to-last group, facing a reincarnated royal—a chaotic lifeform, just like Boyaxuejian, though not from the Chaos Snow Spirit Clan.
Despite the intensity of the clash, Gu Yan was at a disadvantage. Though he had awakened the Sword Immortal True Intent, his grasp of it was still new. He hadn’t yet fused his sword path into this newfound insight. His strength had grown tremendously, but it wasn’t enough. He lost.
Gu Yan hadn’t expected to be the first among their trio to fall.
But he felt no shame. Yuexi’s performance had long earned his respect.
Before long, the Top 25 matches concluded.
Within the Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect, both Li Hao and Yuexi had advanced—drawing much attention.
Among all the sects and royal clans of Yan Chu, only five had progressed: the two of them, two members of the imperial clan, and one disciple of the Starry Hall.
Other major sects—Myriad Mountains Sword Tower, Tideflow Sect, and the like—were completely wiped out.
The contrast made those sects look worse than if they’d never competed. At first, they’d hoped just to sneak a disciple into the Top Hundred. That alone would’ve been a victory.
But seeing the success of the Great Dream Nine Abysses… they could not help but feel bitter.
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