Yang Tian followed the Palace Master into the hall and saw Lin Zhenbang and Hua Tiandu getting acquainted.

Li Min was standing behind Lin Zhenbang, her expression cold.

Perhaps sensing Yang Tian’s arrival, Li Min raised her head and glanced at Yang Tian with a somewhat icy demeanor.

"Yang Tian, you’re here?"

Hua Tiandu said boldly, "Have a seat!"

Two disciples promptly brought a chair over for Yang Tian.

When someone is overly hospitable without reason, they either have ulterior motives or are up to no good.

Yang Tian sat on the chair and used his Divine Sense to probe Li Min’s body, only to frown. He discovered that Li Min’s Divine Breath showed no fluctuations.

If he didn’t know Li Min was a martial artist, Yang Tian would definitely assume she was just an ordinary person.

"Li Min battled Chiyou and whether she survives or gets injured, yet not only is she unharmed, she has also concealed her Divine Breath?"

Yang Tian thought to himself.

"Hua brother, there are only three days left till the martial arts tournament. Today, I brought my most capable disciple here to have a match with your best disciple..."

Lin Zhenbang said straightforwardly.

"All the disciples of Yihua Palace are skilled. How about this, I’ll let Yang Tian have a sparring session with you..."

Hua Tiandu waved his hand.

Understanding the situation, Yang Tian stepped forward and bowed, "Please instruct me, Celestial Dragon Association members."

Lin Zhenbang’s expression darkened, and he said, "Hua brother, are you sending Yang Tian out to die? He is not a match for my daughter. I want your core disciple Xiao Qian!"

"Xiao Qian?" Hua Tiandu chuckled, "Brother Lin, my disciple is still in seclusion, preparing for the final martial arts tournament, so we should not disturb him."

Pa!

Lin Zhenbang slammed the chair emphatically and said discontentedly, "Hua Tiandu, every year before the martial arts tournament you request our Celestial Dragon Association’s best disciple to spar with yours, and this year, you’re deliberately reneging?"

"Brother Lin, don’t rush. Let me tell you, this Yang Tian is very formidable. His strength surpasses Xiao Qian. Your disciple could defeat Yang Tian, so defeating Xiao Qian should be straightforward."

Hua Tiandu said earnestly.

"Yang Tian is just a waste. He killed four of our Celestial Dragon Association’s Protectors all by luck!" Lin Zhenbang suddenly got furious, charging at Yang Tian with a strike, "You bring him out, I’ll kill him!"

With this strike, the air in the entire hall surged violently, forming a swirling tornado, causing everyone’s garments to flutter noisily.

The attendants were swept around chaotically.

In contrast, Hua Tiandu and the Palace Master stood firmly, and even their clothes didn’t flutter.

Even Yang Tian’s clothes were fluttering noisily, but in that instant, Yang Tian directly invoked the Nuwa Golden Body.

Pa!

Lin Zhenbang’s palm came down, but it was filtered out by Yang Tian’s Nuwa Golden Body.

The intense Divine Breath surged out, yet Yang Tian remained unharmed, standing there calmly.

"What’s going on here?"

Hua Tiandu stood up, eyes full of surprise.

The Palace Master beside him was also tense. He shook his head, saying, "Palace Master, this Yang Tian, I’ve tested him, absolutely doesn’t practice Nuwa Divine Technique. The Drunkard hasn’t taught him to cultivate."

"This isn’t Nuwa Divine Technique!"

Hua Tiandu shook his head.

Even though he became an outer disciple under Nuwa ten years ago, and learned Nuwa Divine Technique from Nuwa’s core disciple,

to be honest, up till now, he hasn’t activated the Nuwa Golden Body skill.

He simply doesn’t have this insight.

In fact, disciples of the Nuwa Celestial God are scattered throughout the Divine Realm, but ninety percent are outer disciples, with internal sect disciples accounting for eight percent. These disciples simply do not have the insight to comprehend the Nuwa Golden Body skill.

"Not Nuwa Divine Technique, then this kid with the Drunkard should have cultivated other cultivation techniques!"

The Palace Master said.

Hua Tiandu’s face turned grim, staring coldly at Yang Tian without uttering a word.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhenbang retreated after his failed strike, looked coldly at Yang Tian, and said, "Kid, you’re tougher than I thought. Fine, today I’ll let Min spar with you, preparing for the martial arts tournament in three days!"

Yang Tian, seeing neither Lin Zhenbang nor Hua Tiandu suspected his Nuwa Skills, breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, "Please, Celestial Dragon Association, instruct me!"

Lin Zhenbang turned and asked Li Min, "Min, how confident are you in defeating Yang Tian?"

"Three days ago, I was fifty percent confident; a day ago, I was eighty percent, but now I am one hundred percent confident I can kill him!"

Li Min said coldly.

Yang Tian fell silent upon hearing that.

Could it be that Li Min has been growing stronger these three days?

Li Min practiced Chiyou Demonic Technique, and indeed, has an eighty percent chance of killing Yang Tian.

But when Li Min said one hundred percent, was she indicating she has become stronger after battling Chiyou?

Chiyou infused his Divine Breath into Li Min; theoretically, she couldn’t have escaped, yet she returned safely. Did Chiyou spare her, maybe even take her as his disciple?

Yang Tian’s heart was filled with curiosity for a moment.

He made a gesture, "Sister Li Min, please!"

Li Min snorted coldly and leapt to the center of the hall, staring icily at Yang Tian, "Yang Tian, I give you one last chance—submit to our Celestial Dragon Association, and I will have my father appoint you as the top disciple, enjoying all the cultivation resources of our association. If not, I’ll kill you today!"

Yang Tian smiled coldly.

He clearly understood what Li Min was up to.

Li Min already knows Yang Tian’s secret, and if Yang Tian can’t kill Li Min today, Li Min will surely disclose his cultivation in Nuwa Divine Technique.

"Li Min, you’re already the top disciple of Celestial Dragon Association. I fear all Yihua Palace disciples aren’t your match, and you’ll surely emerge victorious in the martial arts tournament. Why insist on my submission to your association?"

Yang Tian asked coldly.

Li Min fell silent.

Just recalling how she fell under Chiyou’s Divine Breath, faintly breathing in the cave, and Yang Tian didn’t take the chance to kill her but saved her.

For this reason alone, she felt it was worth giving Yang Tian another chance.

Yet, it was evident Yang Tian wasn’t appreciative.

"Yang Tian, if you won’t agree, you must die!"

Suddenly, Li Min’s figure flashed and disappeared.

In the next second, the Divine Breath in the entire hall solidified, freezing Hua Tiandu and Lin Zhenbang in place: "This is Chiyou Divine Technique! How did she cultivate Chiyou Divine Technique?"

"Min, you were unseen for several days, how did you cultivate Chiyou Divine Technique? No, it’s even more terrifying than Chiyou Divine Technique!"

Lin Zhenbang exclaimed.

Even Yang Tian’s eyes flickered with doubt because he sensed the skill Li Min showcased wasn’t Chiyou Demonic Technique. Could it be, after battling Chiyou, Li Min learned Chiyou Divine Technique?

Did she stealthily learn it herself? Or was it taught by Chiyou?

Yang Tian’s eyes were filled with doubt for a moment.