Chapter 117: 116 Guidance! Rewards! Trial Tower!
"Let’s try the Trial Tower!"
Eager to give it a shot, Su Changqing headed straight for the array.
Although experiments could be conducted on the mountain peak, Wu Jiuling was resting, and Wu Yong was cultivating.
If there was too much commotion, it would inevitably disturb others.
But the Trial Tower was different.
It was a place exclusively set up by the Little Immortal Sect for disciples to spar, where life-and-death battles could take place without the worry of injury.
However, visiting that place required a considerable amount of Spirit Stones each time.
Su Changqing didn’t have Spirit Stones, but the remaining resources were enough for him to go multiple times.
...
In just a moment, Su Changqing arrived at the front of the array.
Wu Yong was still as he had been these past days, incessantly scribbling on the ground with a mysterious air.
His appearance was quite haggard, with bloodshot eyes, blood-stained clothes, and emotions on the verge of collapse.
The days of continuous calculations and repeated failures had driven Wu Yong to madness.
"Wrong, still wrong, it’s all wrong!"
Wu Yong lay on the ground with vacant eyes, muttering with a bitter smile, "Could this Divine Body really be impossible to cultivate?"
"Junior Brother, haven’t you comprehended it yet?"
Su Changqing approached and asked with a frown.
"Heh." Wu Yong didn’t respond, he just smiled bleakly, "Senior Brother, are you heading to the tower?"
"Let me open it for you then..."
As he finished speaking, Wu Yong casually cast a pattern to activate the array.
However, Su Changqing did not enter immediately, but instead continued to scrutinize the intricate patterns on the ground with knitted brows.
After some time, he looked at Wu Yong and said:
"Junior Brother, though I am not versed in array techniques, I have studied similar spell arts."
"The patterns you have inscribed are different from typical arrays; they use flesh and blood as a foundation to mobilize the Power of Origin within and inscribe a grand array."
"Though both are arrays, the methods differ."
Saying this, Su Changqing stepped to the extensive array patterns, pondered for a while, and then inscribed lines with blood energy encircling his fingertips.
These lines were not array patterns, but an understanding from the Nine Profound Celestial Doctor’s Needle about mobilizing the body’s origin.
He dispersed the existing patterns with these lines and rearranged them.
Though still an array, it was now fundamentally different from before.
One was a method based on Heaven and Earth, while the other was a path based on the physical body!
"Junior Brother, I don’t know if this method will work; the rest is up to you to experiment with on your own."
With a glance at the desolate and distracted Wu Yong, Su Changqing sighed, shook his head, and stepped into the array.
This time, he chose the Trial Tower, core level!
...
"All are arrays, yet the methods differ?"
Wu Yong lay sprawled on the ground, looking at the sky with vacant eyes, muttering with a bitter smile,
"Senior Brother, I am a scion of a family famed in array techniques, a genius in the art."
"How can you, an outer disciple of the Little Immortal Sect, understand my array method..."
With a sigh, Wu Yong, having rested for a moment, reinvigorated his mind, planning to simulate once more.
But as he sat up and looked at the newly inscribed array patterns on the ground, he was taken aback.
"This... is fairly well-crafted!"
Wu Yong didn’t pay much attention initially, just casually scanning them with his eyes.
But the more he looked, the more astonished he became, and the brighter his eyes shone.
After thoroughly examining them and simulating them in his mind...
"Damn!"
Wu Yong jolted to his feet, looking at the ground’s patterns as if he’d found a treasure,
"Such genius!"
"To come up with such a brilliant combination!"
"Using the roots of the physical body to mobilize the power within Heaven and Earth to construct array patterns!"
"Hahaha, I was wrong, I see now I’ve been doing it wrong all along!"
Wu Yong laughed loudly in excitement, "Constructing arrays within the body, I tried borrowing the external power of Heaven and Earth, no wonder I was coughing up blood!"
"With an array base within the body using external power, both clashed, it’s no wonder the Divine Body couldn’t be cultivated..."
Actually, Su Changqing didn’t do much, he merely pierced through the paper that had been obscuring Wu Yong’s vision.
Once the thought process was rationalized, an influx of inspiration emerged from his mind.
"Young Master..."
Looking at the frenzied Wu Yong, old Sun said worriedly:
"Perhaps it’s best not to practice it; your Senior Brother is just an outer disciple of the Little Immortal Sect, what can he know about array techniques."
"If something goes wrong, it might not just be a matter of coughing up blood."
Wu Yong didn’t dignify him with a response, instead, he immediately sat cross-legged and began inscribing the array patterns externally on his body according to Su Changqing’s modifications.
When his entire body was covered in array patterns and all was ready, Wu Yong showed a resolute look in his eyes, chanted a spell, and exclaimed,
"Activate!"
Boom!
The array patterns inscribed externally did not invoke the power of Heaven and Earth but directly rushed inside his body!
"Young Master, don’t!" Old Sun exclaimed in shock.
The power of arrays entering the body, how could any ordinary being withstand it?
But before he could intervene, Wu Yong’s body suddenly burst out with rays of light, myriad array patterns interlacing and flowing!
"This..."
Old Sun was dumbfounded upon seeing it, "It’s... successful?"
He looked at the array patterns on the ground and then at Su Changqing who had disappeared into the array, a look of confusion on his face.
An outer disciple, just casually guided with a couple of sentences, could actually help the Wu family heir master an array he’d been pondering but couldn’t understand?
"Is this senior brother of the young master... really just an outer disciple?"
...
Demon Peak, in front of the Trial Tower.
"Hahaha, Brother Mo has already won nine in a row, just one more victory to get that Earth Tier top-grade Cyan Blade, victory is certain this time!"
"Of course, Brother Mo is a Core Disciple, with a consummate Blood Fiend Divine Body, boundless in strength, who can resist that at the same level?"
"Better be cautious though, if he loses after a streak, that Cyan Blade would be a wedding dress for others."
"Hahaha, junior brother, you worry too much. Not saying Divine Body pinnacle, but at consummate stage, which of the core disciples hasn’t been beaten by Brother Mo..."
The Trial Tower of the Little Immortal Sect had established rules to encourage disciples to fight and battle.
Anyone who wins ten consecutive times at the same level can receive a prize from the Trial Tower’s offerings, which change monthly.
And Mo Xiong of Demon Peak has been quite renowned during this one month since the sect opened.
Among the core disciples, those with cultivation at one level are few, and only about a dozen have consummate Divine Bodies.
During this time, apart from those in secluded cultivation, the rest with consummate Divine Bodies were almost all forcefully defeated by Mo Xiong, securing nine consecutive wins.
The reason he hasn’t reached ten consecutive wins is not due to a lack of combat power, but because too few disciples participated in the core trials at the same level.
So much so that Mo Xiong waited for several days, until the light inside the core trial tower suddenly lit up, indicating that a disciple of the same level had started a trial.
"Hahaha!"
At this time, the burly and tall Mo Xiong looked at the lit trial tower and laughed aloud,
"After I get that Cyan Blade, I’ll invite the junior brothers for a drink!"
The Earth Tier top-grade spirit weapon was something that even the geniuses of the sect present coveted greatly.
This item can fetch a high price no matter where it is sold.
And Mo Xiong was full of confidence, having thoroughly investigated all consummate Divine Body holders among the Little Immortal Sect’s core disciples.
Absolutely no one was his match; he considered that Cyan Blade as his own already!
With a burst of laughter, Mo Xiong strode into the trial tower, disappearing in a flash of light.
The Demon Peak disciples present muttered among themselves upon seeing this.
"I bet Brother Mo comes out within a stick of incense’s time, betting ten thousand spirit stones!"
"Haha, I’ll bet against you, with Brother Mo’s strength, he doesn’t need a stick of incense’s time, a quarter of an hour is enough!"
"Hey, hey, you underestimate Brother Mo, don’t you? I bet three minutes, guaranteed victory!"
"..."
The disciples chatted and laughed, setting up their games.
Almost everyone placed their bets, but all bet on how long Mo Xiong would take to win, not on him losing.
It wasn’t due to overconfidence, but because everyone understood how terrifying the power of Mo Xiong’s Blood Fiend Divine Body was supposed to be.
...
Inside the Trial Tower.
As the light flashed, Mo Xiong appeared in the tower with a relaxed smile.
Opposite him stood a disciple whose appearance couldn’t be clearly seen.
Mo Xiong wasn’t surprised; this was a rule of the trial tower, no one knew who their opponent was.
This was to prevent threats being made in secret for rewards.
"Hahaha, kid, are you surrendering or are you going to have a go?"
Mo Xiong laughed aloud: "Have you ever heard of my Mo Xiong’s reputation?"
"Mo Xiong? Never heard of him."
Su Changqing shook his head, then looked at Mo Xiong with eyes ablaze,
"Who you are doesn’t matter, show me all your strength, let’s have a fight!"
"Ha!"
Without a word wasted, Su Changqing stomped down hard, harnessed all his power, and threw a fierce punch.
This punch had no form or technique, just pure power!
Su Changqing wanted to test what level his power was at within the core level.
The wind howled!
The powerful punch quickly reached Mo Xiong.
"Hahaha, ridiculous!"
Mo Xiong was all smiles, "Kid, go find out what the name Mo Xiong stands for?"
"Fight me in strength?"
"You really don’t value your life."
As his words fell, Mo Xiong let out a heavy shout, his blood and energy surged, and he threw a fierce punch.
Woo woo woo!
As the wind roared, the fists of both relying solely on strength suddenly clashed together!
Boom!
A clearly visible air blast exploded!
Mo Xiong’s massive body instantly flew back like a cannonball, crashing hard against the edge of the tower, making a loud bang.
The space in the tower suddenly quieted.
Su Changqing tilted his head, puzzled, looking at Mo Xiong lying on the ground, hesitantly asked:
"Are you really... a Core Disciple?"