Chapter 71

After the battle with Fan Ye, Ye Xun immediately continued his cultivation.

The next day, a beam of light flashed in the sky above the new student area, shining like ten thousand stars.

All the new students were speechless, for they knew that Chu Yan had emerged from his seclusion. The most frustrating thing was that on that star, there were seven rays of starlight connected, meaning that Chu Yan's current talent had reached the Seventh Star of the Life Body.

"This freak..." Qian Dong couldn't help but curse, "When he first joined the Huatian Sect, he was only at the third level of the Dust Movement realm, with the Sixth Star of the Life Body. But now, he has reached the Seventh Star of the Life Body and the Seventh Star of the Dust Movement."

"Yes, back then, I was also at the seventh level of the Dust Movement realm. I once competed with Chu Yan, and he couldn't even beat me. But now, I'm afraid I'm no match for him," Zhao Yu sighed.

"Everyone is here?" Chu Yan walked out of his room, his face radiant. He glanced at Qian Dong and Zhao Yu, and grinned, "How about it, are you interested in a competition now?"

Zhao Yu and Qian Dong were warriors who revered martial arts. Although they knew that if they fought Chu Yan now, they might not win, they still felt a bit不服 (unwilling to admit defeat).

"Come, let's try!"

"You two, come at me together." Chu Yan looked at the two of them, which left Zhao Yu and Qian Dong speechless. But seeing that there was no trace of contempt in Chu Yan's eyes, they realized that Chu Yan was confident in himself.

"Alright, let's go together. After all, losing to him isn't embarrassing. This kid has always been the most talented among us," Qian Dong shrugged.

Zhao Yu also nodded. In the Huatian Sect, everyone knew that the top new student was Fan Ye, as he had taken first place when they entered. Chu Yan and Ye Xun, on the other hand, were at the bottom. However, the new students always knew that the most talented among them was actually Chu Yan.

Chu Yan had entered the martial path for a shorter time than them, just a few months. If given more time, they wouldn't be able to match him.

"I'll attack from the left, you from the right, don't hold me back," Qian Dong instructed, and Zhao Yu agreed. As new students, they had their own pride, so neither wanted to lose.

"Thousand Hands Technique!" Qian Dong used his strongest martial technique, a high-level Profound technique, comparable to an Earth-level technique.

"Chu Yan, be careful. This technique is the strongest set of palm techniques in my Qianshan Kingdom. It consists of a thousand punches, both real and fake, making it hard to distinguish. If you get hit by one punch, you'll be marked, and the remaining nine hundred and ninety-nine punches will hit you, with no way to avoid them."

"Alright!" Chu Yan agreed readily, watching Qian Dong's Thousand Hands Technique with great seriousness. He felt as if a wall of iron fists was pressing down on him, each punch powerful, layer upon layer. If he wasn't careful, he would be directly killed.

"This technique is very mysterious, with real and fake elements, making it hard to grasp. But my mother once said that every martial technique has its strengths and weaknesses. The strength of this technique lies in its real and fake elements, but its weakness is also there," Chu Yan thought. He focused his eyes, carefully observing each punch coming towards him. His body kept flashing, and occasionally he would punch to test the wind.

Finally, after more than a hundred punches, Chu Yan smiled, "I understand! I will break this Thousand Hands Technique now!"

"Boom!" Suddenly, Chu Yan punched, the power of that punch like a roaring dragon. In the next moment, Chu Yan directly rushed into the countless punches of the Thousand Hands Technique. At this point, a punch appeared in front of Chu Yan. He clenched his hand, grabbing that punch.

"Boom!" The other punches instantly disappeared, leaving only Qian Dong's punch, which Chu Yan tightly held.

Qian Dong's eyes widened. Although he had guessed that Chu Yan could block his Thousand Hands Technique, he hadn't expected Chu Yan to win by countering it.

"Did you see through my Thousand Hands Technique?"

Chu Yan nodded with a smile, "Your technique is indeed strong, with real and fake elements that are hard to distinguish. But I noticed that each punch seemed both real and fake. Later, I realized that all the punches came from your hand. In other words, as long as I blocked the real punch, the other shadows could be broken."

"Amazing!" Qian Dong said, "You two fight, I admit defeat."

Zhao Yu got into position and started to attack from the right side. But at that moment, a huge surge of energy like a tsunami pressed down on him.

"Boom!" Zhao Yu quickly retreated, spitting blood continuously, and bowed to Chu Yan, "I admit defeat."

After defeating the two, Chu Yan didn't react much, just smiling faintly. He now understood his current cultivation level. Although he was only at the seventh level of the Dust Movement realm, he was almost invincible in the Dust Movement realm.

However, there was no room for pride. If he faced a Dustless realm cultivator, he wouldn't be able to handle it. The Dustless realm was intangible, and once someone reached it, their energy would be formless. With his current strength, he still couldn't win.

Thinking of this, Chu Yan had a clear idea and continued his cultivation.

During this period, Ye Xun also worked hard, as did the fat guy. After Chu Yan, Ye Xun also challenged Qian Dong and Zhao Yu, defeating them both and becoming the second-best new student, just below Fan Ye.

In the following days, Fan Ye was frustrated. He was almost always busy, as Ye Xun and Chu Yan seemed to have agreed to challenge him one after another. On the first day, it was Ye Xun, and on the second day, it was Chu Yan. This continued for about ten days.

"No more, no more! Damn! Are you two ever going to stop? Using me as a punching bag?" On the twenty-eighth day after the new students joined the sect, Fan Ye sat on the challenge platform, looking at Chu Yan and Ye Xun below and cursing.

For ten days, he had been constantly challenged by the two. Although he always won, each battle was harder than the last. Yesterday, he and Ye Xun fought, and he used all three heavy strikes to knock Ye Xun off the platform. But the next second, he also spat blood and flew off the platform.

If the time of falling off the platform wasn't considered, yesterday's battle could be considered a draw. But yesterday, Ye Xun was only at the eighth level of the Dust Movement realm.

"Come on, stop talking. After the fight, the pills won't be less for you." Chu Yan jumped onto the platform, grinning. In the past few days, besides cultivating, he had been madly refining pills, which supported the high-intensity cultivation of himself, Ye Xun, and Fan Ye.

Fan Ye stood up with a bitter smile. This kind of training was also beneficial to him, as he was about to break through to the Dustless realm.

"Don't forget the Dustless Pill you promised me."

"Don't worry, after the mirror trial, I'll start refining the Dustless Pill," Chu Yan said confidently.

"Alright!" Fan Ye didn't waste words, taking out his heavy hammer again. This was his sixth battle with Chu Yan. In the first three battles, he could easily win, but in the last two, he started to feel the pressure.

"Let's go." Chu Yan moved, and a star beam rose from the ground, filled with boundless power, rushing towards Fan Ye.

"Three Heavy Strikes." Fan Ye didn't waste words, mustering all his strength, roaring, and swinging his huge hammer. The Three Heavy Strikes had a stacking effect, so the first two strikes weren't the key; the third strike was the most critical.

Unfortunately, when the second strike landed, Fan Ye was stunned. The third strike was about to land, but he saw a blur in front of him, and his body froze.

At that moment, Feng Yin had stopped just an inch in front of Fan Ye's throat. If it were a real battle, Fan Ye would already be dead, and the third strike wouldn't have a chance to land.

"Throat... rolling..." Fan Ye felt a sense of death, and the heavy hammer finally landed on the ground. He shook his head bitterly, "You win. After twenty-eight days, you finally surpassed me."

Chu Yan shook his head with a smile, "Not really. Your Three Heavy Strikes are very powerful, especially the third strike. If it lands, even a first-level Dustless realm cultivator couldn't block it. But the weakness is obvious: it's too slow. I use a sword, which is light and agile, so I had a chance to win. But in a real battle, you wouldn't start with the Three Heavy Strikes."

Fan Ye didn't deny it. In the past few days, he had been annoyed by Ye Xun and Chu Yan, so he used the Three Heavy Strikes right away. They seemed to be challenging him, but they were actually challenging the Three Heavy Strikes. If on the battlefield, Fan Ye wouldn't use such a blunt technique against a swordsman.

"But losing is losing. You are two levels below me. If we were at the same level, I might not have been able to land the second strike," Fan Ye said.

"Hehe, admitting defeat is fine. From now on, I'll take the title of the top new student, just for a couple of days," Chu Yan joked. He didn't really care about the title; he had been honing himself these past few days.

"Good for you. I don't have to be a punching bag for you two anymore," Fan Ye rolled his eyes.

"He beat you, but there's still me." Ye Xun jumped onto the platform with a smile.

"No more, no more! No matter what, I won't fight anymore! You two are bullying me!" Fan Ye sat on the ground again.

Chu Yan and Ye Xun exchanged a glance and smiled, but they didn't push further. Ye Xun didn't challenge Fan Ye again because he had a clear understanding of his own strength after yesterday's battle. The two of them would focus on becoming even stronger.

"A month has passed, and there are about two months left," Chu Yan's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

At that moment, someone walked behind the new student challenge platform. The footsteps made the new students frown.

Seeing the person, the new students' eyes turned cold. It was Mu Ye?

But at this moment, Mu Ye looked very miserable, with multiple wounds on his body, looking quite pitiful.

"What are you doing here?"