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Chapter 188 Nine-Leaf Sword Heart Grass, Challenge!

"It's not too late to get to know each other now."

Yang Qiong smiled gracefully.

Seeing the goodwill shown by the other party, Li Wudao's eyes flickered, and he hesitated.

A genius from a sacred land whom no one has ever met comes up and says he's looking for him. Anyone would be suspicious and wonder if he has ulterior motives.

Damn, this handsome guy is so effeminate, could he have some kind of fetish and be lusting after his body?

Li Wudao shuddered, a chill running down his spine.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm. I just happen to be here and am simply curious about you."

Noticing his unusual behavior, Yang Qiong smiled.

Immediately, under everyone's astonished gazes, he took a deep breath and said with a burning look in his eyes, "My intuition tells me you're very strong. How about we have a fight?"

"......"

Li Wudao was stunned, a black line appearing on his forehead.

What the heck? Turns out he was just asking him to fight, making him worry for nothing.

He frowned slightly, subtly observing Yang Qiong.

With his divine sense, he could perceive that this person's cultivation had reached the peak of Martial King, his aura was calm, and his blood energy was quite vigorous, so he should also possess some kind of special physique.

At just over twenty years old, possessing such martial arts skills, his extraordinary talent goes without saying; it's likely that fighting opponents of higher levels wouldn't be difficult for him.

This is arguably the strongest opponent he has ever faced.

Although he also wanted to fight such an opponent and test the limits of his own combat power.

However, he had already revealed a lot of his strength in the previous battles. If he were to fight this handsome young man again, it would probably scare away the demons who were lurking in the imperial city.

"I'm busy and don't have time right now. You should find someone else."

After a moment's thought, Li Wudao chose to refuse.

Based on the details of the last encounter with Cheng Yuanliang, it can be inferred that the opponent's overall strength is probably unmatched below the Martial Venerable level.

This is an extremely cunning and treacherous person with many hidden cards. Since the last attempt to kill him failed, he will definitely be more cautious and will not act rashly without absolute certainty.

Therefore, before he could find out Cheng Yuanliang's whereabouts, he could only try to conceal his abilities and find a way to lure the snake out of its hole.

"Don't rush to refuse, let's hear what conditions I'm offering."

Yang Qiong wasn't annoyed. He said calmly, "I will take full responsibility for treating any injuries you sustain during our fight. If you win..."

He paused slightly, then smiled faintly, "How about I give you a mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual weapon? You can choose any type of weapon—swords, spears, halberds, or any other weapon."

After saying that, Yang Qiong waved his hand and a flash of inspiration struck him.

A row of weapons of various kinds appeared in front of him, more than ten in total. They shimmered with a faint light, floating up and down, exuding a sharp aura, which was quite astonishing.

Without exception, all of these weapons are mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but gasp.

"My goodness! A mid-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual weapon as a wager? And you can choose any one you like? That's outrageously extravagant!"

"Those are mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts! Even if you sold all the major families in the imperial city, you probably couldn't afford just one. And this young man just casually pulled out more than ten of them..."

"As expected of a prodigy from the Holy Land, this is too arrogant!"

"Why does his tone make it sound like he's talking about something as common as cabbage, not a mid-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual weapon... Damn, poverty limits my imagination!"

Many independent cultivators and members of powerful families were parched with envy.

The disciples of those sects were in no better shape, their lips bitter and their eyes filled with complex emotions.

All the Heavenly-Rank spiritual artifacts in their entire sect combined probably don't equal the number possessed by this handsome young man alone...

"Big dog owner!"

The green-haired turtle bared its teeth and couldn't help but jump up and down: "Damn it, this kid tricked me again!"

"........."

Li Wudao glanced at it sideways, somewhat speechless.

With over a dozen mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts, you can be considered a big spender. Who do you think you are?

It should be noted that his personal treasury contains over a hundred King-level treasures alone.

There are nearly ten royal-level treasures, and even two holy weapons, although one of them is damaged and can only be considered a pseudo-holy weapon.

Well, looking at it this way, it seems he's the real big spender on dogs...

However, he disliked the title and felt deeply insulted.

"I have no shortage of mid-grade Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts."

Li Wudao gently shook his head.

Seeing the boy's nonchalant refusal, Yang Qiong was stunned, his eyes flashing strangely, clearly realizing that the boy's origins were equally extraordinary.

After a moment's thought, he turned his hand and took out a silver nine-leaf clover.

This plant is quite peculiar; each leaf is straight as a sword with sharp edges, and the veins seem to emanate a sword-like energy.

A gentle breeze blew by, and faintly, the sounds of clashing swords rang out.

"Such pure sword intent..."

Li Wudao's heart skipped a beat.

He had a strange feeling, as if what he saw before him was not a blade of grass, but a sharp sword with soaring sword intent.

The sheer power of the sword intent it emitted even slightly loosened the shackles on his swordsmanship.

"This is the 'Nine-Leaf Sword Heart Grass,' a supreme treasure for sword cultivators. Refining and absorbing it can greatly accelerate the speed of condensing sword intent, and it can also be used to nurture one's natal sword..."

Yang Qiong was satisfied with his reaction and coaxed him gently, "This Sword Heart Grass is a rare and precious herb, something you can only come across once in a lifetime. Are you sure you want to miss it?"

Li Wudao weighed the options and did not rush to agree.

This made the green-haired turtle very anxious, and he urged inwardly, "Kid, what are you dawdling for? This is a good thing, hurry up and agree. It's a fool not to take advantage of a good deal."

Li Wudao ignored it and looked at Yang Qiong with interest, asking, "Can you tell me where you obtained this Sword Heart Grass?"

He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was already bursting with excitement.

His intuition told him that if he had enough of these Nine-Leaf Sword Heart Grass, his sword intent perfection could break through to a whole new level.

At that time, his strength will surely improve by leaps and bounds.

Yang Qiong was somewhat surprised, but still replied, "That was something I obtained many years ago in the ruins of an ancient secret realm battlefield..."

"What, you want more Sword Heart Grass?"

Suddenly, he understood, and said in a slightly somber tone:

"To be honest, this little thing is not easy to get. That ancient secret realm is controlled by the Tianxuan Holy Land. Only a small group of people who perform exceptionally well in the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament are qualified to enter."

"Moreover, those battlefield ruins are extremely dangerous. Even high-level Martial Kings are in danger of perishing. I myself barely survived back then and managed to pick one."

Yang Qiong still felt lingering fear when he recalled the experience.

"The Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament..."

Li Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Several months ago, he had heard the sect leader Murong Yan mention that this was a core dispute concerning the seven top sects of the Southern Region over the right to divide and use resources.

It seems I have to find a way to participate in this Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament.

Moreover, one must achieve a dazzling ranking.

"make a deal."

Li Wudao nodded, somewhat embarrassed: "However, I do have some trivial matters to attend to right now."

"No rush. I'll be in the capital for the next two days. Once you've taken care of things, you can come to the Cloud Top Inn to find me anytime."

Yang Qiong smiled, chatted for a few minutes, and then left in high spirits.

Watching Yang Qiong's figure disappear into the distance, Shen Ming quickly stepped forward, his tone tinged with worry.

"Junior Brother Li, I can't see through this person's strength at all. He's probably not far from reaching the peak of Martial King. I wonder what your chances of winning are?"

Li Wudao glanced at him and casually said, "It's probably a 50/50 chance."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and after giving some instructions to Li Nanzhi and the others, he strode away, saying, "I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Shen Ming stood there, stunned.

His face showed visibly astonishment. "That young man's aura is so powerful, yet Junior Brother Li still has a 50% chance of winning? My god, has he never lost before...?"

Watching the man and the tortoise gradually disappear into the distance, he did not hesitate for a moment.

Both Li Nanzhi and Murong Qinglan, these two peerless beauties, looked resentful and jealous, wondering if their charm had diminished.

at the same time.

Before he could get far, the green-haired turtle couldn't help but complain, "Hey Li, you're really dishonest to lie to your fellow disciples."

Li Wudao rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to it.

Unexpectedly, the green-haired turtle, with its stubborn temper, revealed everything and sneered:

"With your current Saint Body at the minor completion stage, plus your Great Perfection Sword Intent, and some trump cards that even I don't know about, you're telling me you only have a 50% chance of winning? Are you kidding me?"

It would never believe that a boy who could survive and walk out of a forbidden zone only had this many tricks up his sleeve.

"Don't believe pull it down."

Li Wudao curled his lip.

Trying to find out his hand? No way.

Not long after.

A man and a tortoise slowly walked into a dark, deserted alley.

Before long, a group of Xuantian Sect disciples dressed in plain clothes entered the alley one after another, numbering about twenty.

"Senior Brother Li, what brings you here?"

The disciples bowed respectfully.

They were naturally aware of what this senior brother Li had been doing lately, and they all admired him from the bottom of their hearts.

A slight smile appeared on Li Wudao's lips. "Accompany me on a trip to the major families. It's time for them to pay the price."