The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1068

Chapter 1068: Chapter 1065: Opening Ceremony Chapter 1068: Chapter 1065: Opening Ceremony “`

“The Pure Yang Sword Technique is only the foundation for sword wielding; the methods of nurturing and polishing the sword are also indispensable. To bring out the stronger combat power of the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, one must employ the most suitable Pure Yang Sword Forms,” Chen Shi Yuan said, seeing a subtle change in Shen Luo's expression and continued with a smile.

“I want to know why you didn't send disciples from Little Straw Mountain in?” Shen Luo cut to the chase.

“You might not believe it, but among the current generation of disciples from Little Straw Mountain, apart from the few direct disciples of Ancestor Master Elders, there is not a single Great Mahayana Stage Cultivator. And that guy from Shouyang Mountain has already reached the Middle Mahayana Stage and is cultivating the peculiar Blood Burning Technique…” Chen Shi Yuan said with an awkward expression.

“If the direct disciples of Little Straw Mountain are all like this, it is no wonder that they are being suppressed by Shouyang Mountain,” Shen Luo said with a cold laugh upon hearing this.

To put it bluntly, the lives of the direct disciples of Little Straw Mountain were too precious to risk in a hard fight, while his, Shen Luo, was just a life of little value, so of course, he was not afraid to bet and lose.

“Of course, the main reason is that we value Friend Shen's profound cultivation and sufficient experience in dealing with enemies,” Chen Shi Yuan added.

“What about the consequences? How can you ensure I won't be retaliated against by Shouyang Mountain?” Shen Luo asked.

“You can rest assured on that point. Participants in the Three Realms Martial Arts Conference are responsible for their own life and death. No one is allowed to pursue the matter afterward, neither openly nor secretly, or they will face the joint sanctions of Humans, Immortals, Demons, Monsters, and other races,” Chen Shi Yuan replied.

“I will consider it,” Shen Luo said after pondering for a long time.

“Shen… all right then,” Chen Shi Yuan originally wanted to persuade him further, but hesitated for a moment and gave up.

Shen Luo didn't say anything more; he got up, ready to take his leave.

“Friend Shen, in order to show our sincerity, and also as an apology, please accept this Pure Yang Burning Sword,” Chen Shi Yuan hurriedly raised his hand, took out an item, and handed it over to Shen Luo.

Pure Yang Sword Forms?

“Then, I thank you,” Shen Luo's heart stirred slightly, and without refusal, he took it.

Several days later, in Chang'an City, the streets were deserted as the square in front of the Tang Imperial Palace was packed with people.

To prepare for this Three Realms Martial Arts Conference, the Great Tang Dynasty demolished a large number of buildings outside the western gate of the Imperial Palace, expanding the original Vermilion Bird Square tenfold to accommodate a huge assembly hall capable of hosting a hundred thousand spectators at once.

At the center of the assembly hall, a three-foot-high martial arts stage was built, with an area of thirty-three zhang square. Behind it, near the City Gate, stood a nine-foot-high platform with a row of empty seats placed on it.

Outside the martial arts stage, an area is fan-shaped, with the front reserved for some watching sects, and the rear left for the general populace to watch.

As the morning bell rang, enthusiastic cheers erupted around the assembly hall. On the divided roads, a stream of cultivators arrived and took their seats in the front area.

Shen Luo also followed the crowd to the martial arts stage, but stood below it instead of immediately going up.

Many others like him stopped below the stage.

Shen Luo looked along the side of the platform and saw nine other human cultivators lined up beside him, each displaying different expressions, clearly feeling different emotions.

Next to him was a white-haired old man who appeared to be in his seventies. His breath's strength was temporarily concealed. Upon noticing Shen Luo's evaluating glance, he showed a touch of kindly smile, which smoothed many of the deep wrinkles on his face.

Shen Luo responded with a simple smile, looked beyond him, and glanced at the position two people away from the old man. There stood a tall youth in a dark black long robe, his right arm equipped with a leather vambrace.

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His features were solemn, his eyebrows sloped upward like a pair of flying wings, and he stood with arms folded across his chest. His eyelids were lightly closed as if in meditation. Yet his body seemed to sway gently with the wind like a willow, shifting subtly back and forth.

“This Huang Yi seems to know some breathing techniques. He practices them whenever he stops, and you can tell at a glance he's the diligent and hardworking sort,” Shen Luo noted, slightly amazed in his heart.

Such people often have a steady character and rich Mana, making them difficult to deal with.

After observing for a while, Shen Luo's gaze shifted slightly and met the eyes of another person standing beside Huang Yi.

It was a round-faced youth dressed in fine clothes and wearing a jade crown. His eyes were unusually large, giving him a somewhat childish appearance. However, the way his eyes flickered as he sized up Shen Luo carried an underlying hint of malice.

This person was none other than Zhao Tong, the direct disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall Elder of Shouyang Mountain.

Shen Luo's heart stirred slightly. Could it be that this guy had already received news and knew that Little Straw Mountain had assigned him to deal with Zhao Tong?

If that was the case, what was supposed to be a low-risk surprise attack now turned into a well-prepared siege. Shen Luo hadn't planned to go all out from the start, and now he was even considering whether to give up on it altogether.

As for the Pure Yang Burning Sword he received, Chen Shi Yuan himself said it was a gesture of sincerity and apology, not a down payment. So whether I do it or not is up to me.

While Shen Luo was pondering these things, he suddenly noticed someone's gaze upon him. Turning his head, he saw a towering tiger-headed monster waving at him from directly opposite the Martial Arts Stage.

“Fu Donglai…”

Shen Luo immediately remembered the name of the tiger-headed monster and responded by clasping his fists in greeting.

“Why is he participating in this Three Realms Martial Arts Conference?” wondered Shen Luo. After all, Lu Huaming had mentioned that, compared to fighting and killing, this guy preferred clerical work.

As his gaze moved, scanning across, he noticed that standing beside Fu Donglai were other members of the Demon Clan, all males with imposing statures radiating fierce aura.

Setting aside the prejudice of 'strangers from a different race with different hearts,' Shen Luo's impression of the Demon Clan was not particularly favorable. After watching them for a while, he redirected his gaze to the Immortal Clan on the other side.

There were quite a few women among the Immortals, making up more than half. One of them, with her hair styled in a Flying Immortal Bun and dressed in a Colorful Palace Outfit, radiated a glow resembling the rosy clouds. A five-colored tail fluttered behind her, and her looks and demeanor were so ethereal she seemed like a Moon Palace Fairy.

Even among the host of Immortal disciples, all with extraordinary auras and appearances, she could capture everyone's attention at a glance.

The woman, sensing Shen Luo's probing gaze, did not show any annoyance but instead offered a gentle smile, making Shen Luo feel somewhat embarrassed.

Opposite the Immortals stood a group of Monster Clan members, among whom nine out of ten were men. The one female had fine fur visible on her face and a fluffy long tail trailing behind her, resembling a calico cat monster.

This woman's gaze was intently fixed on a tall and handsome man beside her. He was clad in light blue armor and wore a jade high crown, with neatly combed purple-blue hair, a few strands of white near his temples, and two pointed long ears standing erect. His gaze was indifferent, fixed on the void in front of him, not giving the woman beside him a single glance.

“These seem to be the ones from each race tasked with the mission of winning the championship,” Shen Luo mused to himself.

Lu Huaming and Bai Xiaotian had also provided him with plenty of inside information through various channels, so Shen Luo could identify the names of these celebrated talents from the different races.

Among them, the Immortal in the colorful outfit was named “Ji Yao,” hailing from the Heavenly Palace. The man from the Demon Clan clad in light armor was born in the Demon King Fort and had a name as menacing as his appearance, “Seven Kills.”

And the calico cat monster, who had eyes only for Seven Kills, was named “Flower Fence.”

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