Chapter 59

The sword technique of simultaneous attacks from three directions is not uncommon. Gu Xuyao had long anticipated the order in which the opponent would wield his blade, so he blocked them in sequence and, with the immense power of his magical long spear, shook off the weapon of the Bingshan Sect cultivator, piercing through his chest directly.

Another talisman token floated into Gu Xuyao's body, and at the same time, one of the bubbles on the large black screen in the Blood Arena decreased.

"This Gu Xuyao is quite impressive," the Blue Supervisor Pavilion Master said after listening to the report from Qiming Zhenren, and began to pay attention to Gu Xuyao.

Qiming Zhenren, seeing this, quickly smiled and said, "Indeed, this Gu Xuyao is said to be a new disciple of Taiheng Sect. Although he comes from the Mortal Zone, he has always cultivated with the utmost effort to reach his current Root Birth Realm level."

As if seeking credit, Qiming Zhenren's demeanor was detested by everyone, but the three other confidants of the Blue Supervisor Pavilion Master behind him had nothing to say, for Gu Xuyao was a lead that Qiming Zhenren had found on his own.

"Taiheng Sect, Heavenly Evil Pearl, Gu Xuyao, hmm, hmm, hmm, truly interesting, truly interesting. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to satisfy my appetite. That Heavenly Evil Pearl is probably just a half-broken magical treasure. If it were a rare treasure, the cultivators in Qianwang Ridge wouldn't be enough to kill it. As for this Gu Xuyao," the Blue Supervisor Pavilion Master said, shaking his head with a smile. "He's still too young."

Outside, it was calm, but inside the ancient wet forest, the sky and earth were overturned, and cries of agony began to spread through the forest.

"It seems this is the first batch of forces entering the wet forest to hunt cultivators. Who could they be..." According to the records on the hexagonal stone, the possible hunting forces could be cultivators or fierce beasts, but of course, everything was created by the Blood Arena. The only common point was that they were all very powerful.

Now was not the time to think about this. Gu Xuyao held the long sword of the Bingshan Sect cultivator in his hand, with a flying sword at his waist and a somewhat damaged long spear on his back, moving in the opposite direction from where the explosion had come.

The entire third round of the competition lasted ten days, and in the ancient wet forest, there was no distinction between day and night. Cultivators could only determine the days based on the arrival of the hunting forces.

There would be three waves of hunting forces in total, with one entering every three days. In the first three days, cultivators were generally very cautious, as internal strife at this time would make the following days difficult. However, once the hunting forces brought the atmosphere of slaughter, the ancient wet forest truly became a hell of asuras.

Not to mention cultivators, some extremely powerful fierce beasts, such as the Root Birth Realm Level 1 plant-born wild boar, which was three zhang long, was cut into two pieces without hesitation. This technique could not have been caused by a cultivator.

"If the hunting forces can easily dismember a Root Birth Realm Level 1 plant-born wild boar, then they must be at least at the peak of Root Birth Realm Level 2..."

Gu Xuyao looked at the corpse at his feet, estimating the strength of the opponent, but the more he estimated, the more uncertain he became.

"Even with this long spear..." Gu Xuyao had already experienced the power of the long spear. His knowledge was shallow, and he could not fully understand the true power of the long spear, but based on his estimation, the long spear could only withstand one of the opponent's fatal attacks.

Thinking of this, Gu Xuyao decided to find more wet forest magical treasures, as the flying swords and long swords he had looted from other cultivators were not enough against the hunting forces.

But just as he took a step, Gu Xuyao felt something was wrong.

"It's him!" Gu Xuyao's pupils dilated, and he turned around sharply!

There was no sound, and everything seemed normal when he looked around.

"What a profound hiding technique, this person is definitely not simple..."

Gu Xuyao knew that this was not just about concealing one's yuan energy; it was also a survival skill in the forest.

Although the concept of mind can help cultivators detect things around them, frequent use of the mind is extremely draining. Therefore, at this level of cultivation, cultivators generally do not extend their mind too far, usually only within a one-mile radius around themselves. Beyond that, the consumption would be too great.

Moreover, cultivators can blend their mind into the surrounding environment, changing the appearance they present when other cultivators scan them with their mind. This is why the Bingshan Sect cultivator's mind did not find Gu Xuyao earlier.

However, there is a prerequisite for this: a feeling or a situation that makes one sense danger. Otherwise, cultivators would not extend their mind to the maximum range.

Now, Gu Xuyao again felt the prickling sensation on his back, but when he extended his mind, he found nothing.

"I am in the open, and the enemy is in the dark. I cannot sit and wait to die." Gu Xuyao knew that he was already being targeted, and he could not find the enemy, so he thought of a way to shake off the person in the dark.

Move, move quickly!

Regardless of the noise he made, he moved as fast as he could!

Sure enough, as Gu Xuyao's figure became a blur, the uncomfortable feeling on his body completely disappeared, but even so, he had expended a great deal of energy.

"Very clever, knowing I would fully extend my mind, he didn't chase me..." Gu Xuyao had not only wanted to shake off the person but also to lure him out and kill him!

Thinking of this, Gu Xuyao suddenly smelled a very strong, pungent odor. Instinctively, Gu Xuyao quickly leaped onto a tree and carefully identified the source of the smell.

"This smell, I've smelled it before..." His nose was uncomfortable, and his hand also felt pain.

Poison Sand Sect!

Gu Xuyao had once been poisoned, but after recuperation and breaking through to a higher realm, he had recovered. However, he could not forget what the Poison Sand Sect had done to other disciples of Taiheng Sect!

Quickly leaping through the trees, following the smell, Gu Xuyao soon found the source.

A large pot, filled with a blackish-yellow liquid, emitting a foul odor.

"Senior Brother, do you think this thing will work?" Two cultivators were talking while taking various herbs from their treasure gourds and adding them to the pot.

"Of course, this is the master's most precious treasure. Do you know that the things created by the Blood Arena are actually spiritual bodies formed by condensed yuan energy, not physical entities? And we are constantly monitored after entering the ancient wet forest, with the monitoring eyes coming from the Blood Arena's formation. But this poison gas is the natural nemesis of spiritual bodies. As long as we are within a one-mile radius of this poison gas, the spiritual bodies cannot harm us. That's why you had to take the fake death pill before we started the pot."

"But, Senior Brother, even so, when we go out, they will count our heads, but we were clearly dead. Why is that?"

"Sigh, don't worry about it. The Blood Arena is not perfect. As long as we are alive, and they made a mistake, what does it matter to us?"

Gu Xuyao heard the conversation below clearly. The two cultivators had not noticed him at all. With the pot protecting them, they felt more secure and did not extend their minds.

"But, Senior Brother, what if other cultivators come? This smell is too strong."

"Can't you use your brain? This smell is so foul, who would come near? That would be suicide. Besides, do you think this poison gas only affects spiritual bodies?" As he spoke, the cultivator called Senior Brother took out a dark green bamboo stick from his pocket, which looked exactly like a chopstick from a small restaurant.

"See this? This is given to me by the master. Have you heard of condensing water into a person or turning beans into soldiers?"

"Yes, but isn't that a very advanced spell?"

"Of course, we can't do it, but turning this poison water into people to attack is possible, as long as we have this stick."

Hearing this, Gu Xuyao frowned. If there were only the two of them below, Gu Xuyao could try to lure one away and defeat them one by one, as he now had the long spear, which gave him some confidence. But since this poison water was a treasure of the Poison Sand Sect, the things it could condense would not be simple, and Gu Xuyao did not want to experience the poison again.

As the conversation continued below, Gu Xuyao thought, and suddenly, a noise came from a distance.

The conversation stopped immediately.

"Senior Brother, what's that sound..."

"Don't panic! Go and check it out!"

"But, Senior Brother..."

"Stop talking nonsense, go!"

The younger cultivator, unable to resist his senior brother, nervously stood up and followed the sound.

Seeing this, Gu Xuyao knew it was an opportunity. He made a quick decision, cut a large leaf, and, using his yuan energy, threw it far away.

The large leaf immediately caught the attention of the Poison Sand Sect cultivator below. He looked around and extended his mind but found no one.

At that moment, Gu Xuyao had already left the area, heading towards the younger cultivator.

"Haha, Senior Brother was right. This treasure of the master is too powerful. It seems that the rare fourth-grade magical treasure is very tempting!" The cultivator was laughing and looking at a puppet covered in ancient armor in front of him.

The puppet was about ten feet tall, holding a giant hammer, with armor that had no luster, completely covering its body, and no face was visible.

However, despite only one cultivator being near it, the puppet did not move, indicating that the poison gas was indeed effective.

But what Gu Xuyao was concerned about was not whether the poison gas was effective, but the foolish behavior of the cultivator, which gave him a perfect opportunity.

"That line seems to be the edge of the poison gas..." Time was of the essence, and without hesitation, Gu Xuyao suddenly burst into action, letting out a deafening roar that startled the cultivator, who was lost in his joy. By the time he reacted, Gu Xuyao was already in front of him, along with his lightning!