Chapter Eleven: Presenting a Magical Treasure

“Hiss—!”

After three seconds of absolute silence, a chorus of gasps filled the air, many people collapsing to the ground in shock.

“One... one strike to kill a Golden Core master?” The elder of the Xiao family, Xiao Zhen, trembled as his face turned deathly pale.

Such power was beyond anything he had ever imagined!

“What cultivation level does this white-clad cultivator possess to wield such strength?” The second elder slammed his teacup down with a crash, oblivious to the noise, his eyes locked fiercely on Ye Chentian’s back.

“Could it be a Nascent Soul stage old monster!” A well-informed guest of the Xiao family whispered with reverence, his voice tinged with awe.

Liu Ningxia’s face instantly drained of color, her earlier pride completely shattered, replaced by sheer panic.

“Se... senior!” Liu Ningxia’s voice quivered, lacking even the courage to lift her head.

Ye Chentian didn’t spare her a glance, turning instead to Xiao Yi and asking, “Disciple, how do you wish to proceed?”

“Liu Ningxia, didn’t you look down on me?” Xiao Yi said angrily.

“You despised me as a waste, claimed I wasn’t worthy of being a direct disciple of the Biluozong Sect, and saw the marriage contract arranged by your father as a disgrace, didn’t you?”

Hearing this, Liu Ningxia’s heart jolted violently, her fingers clutching her skirt tighter.

She had never spoken these words publicly, but the disdain in her eyes and the scorn when she discarded the storage ring had already revealed her true feelings.

“You thought that bringing a Golden Core elder to break the engagement, relying on the name of Biluozong Sect, could crush the Xiao family.”

“You even threw in a hundred high-grade spirit stones, expecting me to scavenge your charity like a dog?”

“You want to break the engagement? Fine!”

“In three months, at the Biluozong Sect’s martial arena, we will have a duel. If I lose, the contract is void. But if I win—”

His voice was icy and piercing: “You will kneel in the Xiao family ancestral hall and kowtow a thousand times before my father’s spirit tablet to apologize!”

“Madness! A Qi Refining stage challenging a Foundation Establishment stage level four?” Xiao Lin screamed in disbelief. “Does he think beating Xiao Yun will make him a god?”

“Didn’t you see how Elder Wang died?” Someone nearby retorted, eyes gleaming. “With such a mysterious master, maybe miracles can happen!”

Liu Ningxia trembled all over, but the fury in Xiao Yi’s eyes scared her into submission, forcing her to raise her head.

She wanted to retort “arrogant,” but was intimidated by Ye Chentian’s overwhelming presence.

“I... I accept! See you at Biluozong in three months!” Liu Ningxia replied weakly.

If she did not agree, this powerful figure might have killed her on the spot.

Ye Chentian waved his sleeve, his tone indifferent: “Scram.”

“Within ten breaths, if I see anyone from Biluozong again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

The people of Biluozong felt as if pardoned, hastily helping the limp Liu Ningxia escape in disarray.

The grand procession, once led by a spiritual crane and shining carriage, now fled more miserably than wounded dogs.

Xiao Yi watched the carriage disappear, his anger gradually subsiding.

He turned and bowed deeply to Ye Chentian, his voice resolute: “Master, I want to grow stronger.”

Ye Chentian helped him up, his gaze deep as the starry sky: “Good. Three months. I will transform you completely.”

“Su Wan, you should come back with us as well.”

“Yes!” Su Wan stepped forward obediently, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Xiao Yi.

Ye Chentian led them back toward the Xuanyuan Sect.

[Ding! Disciple Xiao Yi has crushed Foundation Establishment level three Xiao Yun with Qi Refining stage nine, completing the “Outclassed Counterkill” achievement!]

[Reward: Lower-grade Earth-rank “Mystic Iron Spirit Shield.” Active effect: Consumes spiritual power to form a “Mystic Iron Spirit Shield” capable of withstanding three full-strength attacks from Golden Core stage cultivators. Sect points +5000.]

[Sect points can be exchanged in the system shop for cultivation techniques, pills, formation plates, and other resources.]

[Ding! Disciple Xiao Yi stood firm against the Golden Core pressure without retreating, demonstrating the Xuanyuan Sect’s unyielding spirit, completing the “Pride and Indomitability” achievement!]

[Reward: Lower-grade Earth-rank “Swift Wind Battle Boots.” Active effect: Engraved with “Swift Travel Formation” on the soles, doubling the wearer’s movement speed. Sect points +5000.]

[Current sect points: 10,000.]

“The rewards aren’t bad!” Ye Chentian felt pleased; Xiao Yi’s flamboyance had earned him a bountiful harvest.

Returning to Xuanyuan Sect, Su Wan couldn’t help but let out a soft exclamation as she stepped through the mountain gate.

A majestic spiritual mist swirled around the grand sect hall, the black-and-gold plaque etched with “Xuanyuan Sect” radiating an imposing, mind-soothing majesty.

Behind the hall, visible spiritual energy coiled like a wandering dragon.

“This... this is the Xuanyuan Sect?” Su Wan clutched her clothes, her wide eyes full of wonder, stepping lightly as if afraid to disturb this paradise.

Ye Chentian smiled and beckoned to her, “From now on, this will be your home.”

He then turned to Xiao Yi, focusing his fingertips, and the Mystic Iron Spirit Shield appeared in his palm, transforming instantly into a streak of light that landed in Xiao Yi’s hand.

“Xiao Yi, take this Mystic Iron Spirit Shield. It can withstand three full attacks from Golden Core cultivators. When you go out for experience, it will give you an extra layer of protection.”

Xiao Yi accepted the shield with both hands, immediately sensing the power of this treasure.

He looked down at the dark gray shield in his palm, then back up at Ye Chentian, his eyes brimming with excitement.

“Master! This shield... is even stronger than our Xiao family’s ancestral defensive artifact!”

“To withstand three full attacks from Golden Core stage cultivators…”

“With this, next time I face an old Golden Core freak like Wang Qing, I’ll at least have a chance to fight back!”

Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

[Ding! Host gifted disciple the Mystic Iron Spirit Shield, triggering fiftyfold return! Congratulations on obtaining the lower-grade Celestial-rank “Purple-Gold Mystic Armor.” Active effect: Can defend against attacks below the Transformation stage, with a “reflect” effect that bounces back 50% of the damage to the attacker!]

Ye Chentian’s heart stirred sharply—defense against below Transformation stage? 50% damage reflection? This armor’s strength far exceeded expectations!

If his disciple ever faced a cultivator at the early Transformation stage, this armor alone would make him invincible, and the reflect effect would deter opponents from recklessly attacking.

This return was truly worth it!

Ye Chentian then took out the Swift Wind Battle Boots: “These boots are yours as well. The “Swift Travel Formation” inscribed on the soles doubles your speed, and their passive concealment of your aura helps you avoid unnecessary trouble.”

As soon as Xiao Yi received the boots, they automatically adjusted to fit perfectly.

He injected a trace of spiritual power into the soles and suddenly shot forward several dozen feet with a “whoosh.”

“This speed!” Xiao Yi was both amazed and delighted, trying again instinctively.

His figure darted between the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion and the main hall, the wind he stirred as light as a feather falling.

“With these boots, even if I encounter stronger opponents, I can easily escape if I can’t win!”