Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 178 - 177: Xiao Yi Takes the Stage

Last night, Xiao Yi was unable to hear the story from Elder Yi.

He was directly chased out by Elder Yi, even the fragrant tea and snacks were confiscated.

With no other choice, Xiao Yi could only return to the back mountain to cultivate.

Originally, in front of the Extreme Boundary Stele, he had grasped 70% of it, and the vast amount of Mist Energy allowed him to break through to the Sixth Layer of Mysterious Profundity. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Later, when he fully grasped it at 100%.

The more profound the understanding of the Extreme Boundary Stele, the greater the Mist Energy received.

His Cultivation had broken through another layer.

That is to say, his current Cultivation was the Seventh Layer of Mysterious Profundity.

In the historical four and a half months, his Cultivation had improved by two layers.

He was quite satisfied with this speed.

...

At the same time, within the Sword Hall.

The Sword Hall Elders were meditating on their mats.

Guu Changkong, however, wore a look of urgency, restless and on edge.

The Sword Hall Elder opened his eyes slightly and rebuked, "Cultivating in Martial Arts, agitation is a great taboo."

"Especially in the Sword Dao, without a pure heart, it’s hard to achieve greatness."

The rebuke from the Sword Hall Elder immediately startled Guu Changkong into alertness.

"I will keep Master’s teachings in mind," Guu Changkong quickly responded.

"Just that," Guu Changkong said with slight irritation, "that useless brat has fully grasped the Extreme Boundary Stele."

"Even if I can obtain the position of Chief Disciple of the entire sect in this competition,"

"If I cannot surpass him in understanding the Extreme Boundary Stele, I can’t become the Sword Master, let alone the Sect Leader."

Guu Changkong could never have imagined that he would only grasp half of the Extreme Boundary Stele in half a year, not even a full 10%.

Xiao Yi, the man he always looked down upon for possessing a worthless Fire Control Beast Martial Soul, had completely understood it in just four short months.

The long-cherished wish of the Sky-splitting Sword Sect, unachieved for hundreds of years, was actually fulfilled by him.

This made him envious, but even more so, filled with jealousy and hatred.

The Sword Hall Elder said softly, "Changkong, I see jealousy and hatred in your eyes."

"But I do not see the intent to kill, and this disappoints me."

"Do you still remember what kind of Sword Dao you practice?"

"I remember," Guu Changkong answered, "It’s the Fierce Sword Dao."

"But I don’t see your fierceness," the Sword Hall Elder said with a cold tone.

"When you first joined my tutelage, I saw that your Martial Soul was of the Wind Attribute, and it was the Void Wind at that."

"I asked you, which Sword Dao do you wish to cultivate?"

"At that time, you asked me back, what Sword Dao do I, your Master, cultivate?"

"I told you, I cultivate the Endless Sword Skill. Utmost tenderness, endless continuity."

"You said then that you wanted to cultivate a Sword Dao that is the opposite of mine, the Fierce Sword Dao."

"I advised you, stopped you, warned you, beat you; you wouldn’t listen and stubbornly chose the Fierce Sword Dao."

"You said, you wanted to be fierce, and if you were to inherit Master’s mantle, it would be an endless fierceness, the fiercest of all."

The Sword Hall Elder spoke word by word.

Who would have thought he would be the tender cultivator of the Endless Sword Skill?

"I agreed to you, and all these years, have been guiding you with all my might."

"Your fierce Sword Heart has grown stronger day by day, so why do you lack even a shred of killing intent today?"

"Not knowing," Guu Changkong said, shaking his head in confusion.

"Because you are afraid," the Sword Hall Elder reprimanded sharply.

"You dare not harbor killing intent; Xiao Yi is the future Sword Master, and all Elders treat him like a precious jewel. You fear that harming even a hair on him would bring upon you an irreversible doom."

"In the end, what you fear is not Xiao Yi, but your own future and the consequences."

"If you are not fierce enough to yourself, how can you be fierce to others?"

The Sword Hall Elder reprimanded continuously, but in truth, was also continuously guiding.

"If you dare to think, you will find. As long as Xiao Yi dies, although you have only understood half of the Extreme Boundary Stele, you would still be the only one in the Sword Sect."

"The Elders would not dare to touch you."

"The Sky-splitting Sword Sect has waited for hundreds of years, and would not wish to wait any longer."

"If Xiao Yi dies, it will be you who replaces him. Even if you are not as good as Xiao Yi, but in time, with deeper Cultivation, you will comprehend more."

"It is better than having no one at all."

Suddenly, a fierce light shone in Guu Changkong’s eyes, and his entire face was covered with ruthlessness.

"Master, I understand," Guu Changkong said nodding.

"Hmm," the Sword Hall Elder’s tone softened, "Tomorrow, I will arrange for you to compete with Xiao Yi."

"Although he fully grasped the 10 stages of the Extreme Boundary Stele, he still has not grown up."

"I felt it today; he only has the Seventh Layer Cultivation."

"Martial Soul, Qi Spring, Cultivation, he is inferior to you in every aspect, you will surely win this battle."

"In a competition of arms, blades and swords have no eyes, accidents happen, no one will hold you accountable."

"Yes," Guu Changkong replied, but the next second, he hesitated, "But, my brother Changfeng told me that Xiao Yi is capable of fighting beyond his level, I fear he is not simple."

"Do not worry, I have already made preparations," the Sword Hall Elder took out an item from within his robe.

This item glittered with shining light, its starlight brilliant, one could tell at a glance it was no ordinary object.

"This item will surely help you kill Xiao Yi tomorrow," the Sword Hall Elder said gravely.

"Thank you, Master," Guu Changkong took the item, his face showing no more concern.

Instead, there was a confidence of holding the winning ticket.

...

The next day, the morning was warm and the breeze gentle.

Xiao Yi went to the Outer Sect Treasury.

But he discovered that Elder Yi was not there.

Disappointed, he had no choice but to head to the Martial Arts Arena.

Today was the last round.

Aside from the 20 disciples whose rankings had yet to be determined, there were also ten Chief disciples from the Inner Hall.

A total of the top thirty were to be decided.

Now, there was one more participant, Xiao Yi.

Just as he arrived in the square, four figures swiftly approached him.

It was Lin Jin and his group.

"Xiao Yi, you finally showed up," Lin Jin said, clapping Xiao Yi on the shoulder.

"To be honest, where have you been messing around these days?" Qin Feiyang said with a mischievous smile.

"Ah," Xiao Yi laughed.

"Now that you’re back just as the initial assessment is about to end, huh." Liu Yanran said with a smile.

"I just got back in time to watch the last match, I guess."

Xiao Yi shook his head and said, "I’ve come back to participate in the assessment, the last round."

"The last round? You’ve got to be joking," Liu Yanran said incredulously, "You’re not one of the ten Inner Hall Chiefs, so you don’t have the privilege to skip the previous matches."

Xiao Yi had yet to answer.

Tie Niu had already interjected, "It must be Elder Yi’s doing, I suppose."

"The ten Inner Hall Chiefs are all direct disciples of the elders. Brother Xiao Yi is also a direct disciple of Elder Yi; it’s only right that he has some special privileges."

Xiao Yi smiled and surveyed the four of them, saying, "You all made it to the last round, didn’t you?"

In his perception, the cultivation of the four had significantly increased.

More than four months ago, they were only at the Fourth Layer of Mysterious Profundity, and now they had reached the Sixth Layer.

Xiao Yi had long known that Lin Jin and his group were far from simple.

Their talents were no less than those so-called Inner Hall Chiefs.

They were just young and needed time to grow.

"If we happen to meet in the match later, I won’t hold back," Liu Yanran said seriously.

"I’ll knock you off the stage so you won’t have the chance to face Gu Changkong."

Xiao Yi gave a wry smile, "Then I can only pray that I don’t run into you later on."

Half an hour later, thirty, no, thirty-one Martial Artists assembled on stage to draw lots.

To determine the order of matches.

At the same time, eleven figures appeared in the spectator seats.

It was the Ten Elders, as well as Elder Yi.

So Elder Yi was here; no wonder Xiao Yi couldn’t find him when he went to the Outer Sect Treasury this morning.

Today was the last round, and the Inner Hall Chiefs also needed to participate in the competition.

As their masters, the nine elders naturally had to be present; the Great Elder was just coming along for the excitement.

By the way, the Medicine Hall Elder held dual responsibilities.

Both the Medicine Hall Chief, Ye Ming, and the Fire Hall Chief were his top disciples.

Back to the main point.

After everyone had drawn their lots,

The judges began to announce.

"Number 1, Outer Disciple, Xiao Yi; Number 2, Sword Hall Chief, Gu Changkong."

"Number 3, Medicine Hall Chief, Ye Ming; Number 4, Fire Hall Chief, Miao Qianhuo."

"Number 5, Inner Sect Disciple Lin Jin; Number 6, Beast Hall Chief, Yui Rulong."

"..."

One by one, names were announced.

One by one, titles, the weakest of which was an Inner Sect Disciple.

Only Xiao Yi, with the words ’Outer Disciple’, stood out conspicuously and elicited laughter from the thousands of disciples watching.

Of course, Xiao Yi didn’t care.

He was just wondering how he had ended up facing Gu Changkong right off the bat.

The order of appearance was determined by the drawing of lots.

Numbers 1 and 2 were up first to battle.

Then, numbers 3 and 4 would go up to face off, and so on.

Whoosh, Gu Changkong’s figure flashed, performing a graceful flip in mid-air, and he landed elegantly on the Martial Arts Arena.

Xiao Yi frowned, feeling that something was off, but he couldn’t be bothered to give it much thought.

With a single momentary move, he appeared on the Martial Arts Arena.

"Xiao Yi," he greeted with a cupped fist salute.

"Gu Changkong," Gu Changkong returned the gesture.

This was the unique opening ceremony before a match.

"The first battle, Outer Disciple Xiao Yi versus Sword Hall Chief, Gu Changkong, begins."

The judge called out loudly, commencing the match.

However, as soon as his voice fell, it once again brought forth a wave of roaring laughter from the crowd.

"Hahaha, an Outer Disciple against the Sword Hall Chief."

"Will there be any surprises in this match?"

"Say, how did this Outer Disciple even get into the last round? I don’t recall ever seeing him battle before."

"Could it be that he got in through the back door?"

"Let it be, he’s bound to lose anyway, let’s just take it as a joke."

"..."

Sarcastic doubts and laughter filled the entire Martial Arts Arena.

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