Chapter 83

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The world seemed to fall into an endless silence, with no one daring to breathe loudly.

"Silently resolving such overwhelming forces so easily, such cultivation, such realm, truly... powerful."

The light in his eyes flashed, and a murmur echoed in Ye Wuxue's heart, making his will even more resolute.

Zhou Liexiang was not feeling well at the moment. He bent slightly, facing down, his hands clasped in front of him, looking up at Wei Xiong in the sky. His old face was creased with wrinkles, and a layer of fine sweat covered his forehead. In his fierce eyes, there was a deep sense of fear.

Because Zhou Liexiang felt an overwhelming pressure from the sharp gaze of the figure in the sky, as if he were falling into a deep abyss, as if he were in hell. He felt like a lamb, trembling in the icy cold wind, helpless and desperate.

Although Qi Shilong's actions were the same as Zhou Liexiang's, he was completely relaxed, his eyes sweeping over Zhou Liexiang, who was struggling to endure, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Let this matter end here."

Withdrawing his gaze from Zhou Liexiang, Wei Xiong's words rang out, his tone leaving no room for doubt, echoing in everyone's ears. With these words, everyone felt a sense of relief, the oppressive and stagnant atmosphere dissipating.

Zhou Liexiang let out a long sigh of relief, knowing he had made the right bet.

In the Hundred Cities Battle, as long as one does not die, any means are acceptable.

These were words spoken by Wei Xiong himself. Zhou Liexiang knew that Wei Xiong always kept his word, being impartial and fair. As long as one was not dead, there was always room for negotiation.

As for having his cultivation nullified and his tendons severed?

If one's skills are inferior, it is only right!

"Alright, we've wasted some time. Those who have passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities Battle, follow me."

"Hum"

The storage ring Ye Wuxue had given to Wei Xiong was returned to him by a force, and the Blood Fierce Blade was once again placed inside the storage ring.

"Rumble"

With a wave of Wei Xiong's right hand, the white light gate in the sky suddenly shone with a brilliant white light, and a mysterious aura spread out, completely enveloping the dozens of young cultivators who had passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities Battle.

As Zhou Liexiang looked at the tall figure in the sky, enveloped in white light, a faint voice suddenly sounded in his ear, with a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Cruel and bloodthirsty, without any底线, after Zhou Hu recovers, send him to the Prison City."

Zhou Liexiang's old face turned pale.

...

"Hum..."

Two separate elemental light circles were being pulled through the air by a force.

The sound of elemental energy echoed in their ears. In one of the elemental light circles, Ye Wuxue, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao, and the Mo sisters stood side by side.

"Xiao Baiou, is the wound on your face okay?"

Ye Wuxue touched Mo Baiou's small head, asking with concern.

"It's fine, Big Brother Ye. It will be better in a few days, and you have already avenged me!"

Mo Baiou's big eyes curved like a crescent moon, and she smiled.

Mo Honglian, hugging Mo Baiou's shoulders affectionately, said, "I never thought Zhou Liexiang would try to kill you by twisting the facts and ignoring right and wrong."

"This time, if it weren't for City Lord Qi's timely help, you would have been in danger, Wuxue."

Sima Ao also looked fearful.

"It seems we need to be wary of the City Lord of Purple Fire City in the future."

Nodding lightly, a hint of light passed through Lin Yingluo's cold eyes.

"Hehe, don't worry. With City Lord Qi around, Zhou Liexiang won't dare to openly set traps for me, but it's still good to be cautious."

Seeing everyone worried about his safety, Ye Wuxue felt warmth in his heart and smiled in response.

His gaze then fell on Nalan Yan, who was standing in the other elemental light circle.

His expression changed, and he walked up to Nalan Yan, stopping in front of her, bowing and smiling, "Thank you, Miss Nalan, for your help just now."

Nalan Yan's beautiful eyes, like the light of the full moon, shimmered with a hint of moisture, seemingly not surprised by Ye Wuxue's approach.

She was tall, wearing a white and green fitted martial dress, with round shoulders and a high chest. The fitted dress hugged her slender waist, forming a stunning curve, and her legs were straight and beautiful, standing gracefully and elegantly.

"Mr. Ye, you are too polite. If you hadn't arrived in time in the Yuan Yang Hall, I might not be standing here speaking. So, if we are talking about saving, you saved me first."

Nalan Yan, usually known for her heroic and intelligent demeanor, had a unique charm that attracted many young talents in Tianfeng Main City, who rarely saw her display a feminine side.

Now, Ye Wuxue had the fortune to witness it. His bright eyes looked into her moist eyes, and he smiled, "Miss Nalan, you are too modest. Regardless, I will repay you for your help in a few days."

After a few more exchanges, Ye Wuxue returned to the women, sitting down to meditate.

Nalan Yan's gaze occasionally swept over Ye Wuxue, who was meditating with his eyes closed, her expression unfathomable.

"Ha ha, Nalan, staring at Ye Wuxue like that, are you interested in him? Tsk tsk, the young talents in our Tianfeng Main City will be heartbroken."

One of the two other cultivators from Tianfeng Main City, who was more lively, suddenly laughed, his tone teasing.

Nalan Yan's gaze returned, and she sat down, not responding, but her lips curved into a seductive smile.

This scene was noticed by the women.

Mo Baiou pouted, Mo Honglian seemed to be thinking about something, Mo Qingye and Ye Wuxue were immersed in their meditation, while Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed with a hint of thoughtfulness.

"Hum hum..."

The elemental light circle trembled in the air, and in a moment, it had flown for half an hour.

"Hmm? The speed is slowing down."

Mo Honglian, the first to wake up from meditation, noticed the state of the elemental light circle.

"It seems we have arrived at our destination."

Ye Wuxue's eyes opened, a flash of light in his gaze, and he stood up, standing side by side with the others, waiting quietly.

"Hum..."

The brilliant white light gradually dissipated, revealing a towering figure. Behind him, dozens of young faces followed.

Wei Xiong, turning around, stood with his hands behind his back, addressing the dozens of young cultivators, "In the next three days, you will rest and adjust your state here. After three days, someone will come to take you."

"Whoosh"

After saying this, Wei Xiong rose into the air, transforming into a streak of light and speeding away into the distance.

"Look! That is...?"

Someone suddenly called out, their voice filled with excitement.

"Whew! Am I seeing this right!"

"Could that be... the First Main City?"

"It must be!"

...

The dozens of cultivators burst into exclamations, their voices filled with surprise and excitement, as if they had seen something extraordinary!

Ye Wuxue's eyes also flashed with a sense of awe and excitement. At the end of his gaze, in the direction where Wei Xiong's streak of light was speeding, a massive golden city stood majestically in the distance!

Despite the immense distance, Ye Wuxue could still feel the overwhelming aura emanating from the golden city!

If the Yuan Yang Hall gave the impression of being vast and ancient, like a relic waiting for a worthy person to open it,

then this golden city was ancient and domineering!

It lay there, as if seated in time, unshakable and indestructible, ancient and powerful, domineering and majestic. The weathered years seemed inadequate to describe it, only two other words could: eternal.

"The First Main City... truly a place that captures the heart and imagination!"

Ye Wuxue lowered his head, his eyes burning with enthusiasm, and he clenched his fists. Then he was the first to walk towards the cluster of buildings ten zhang away, which were separated but connected.

"These small buildings look very ancient too!"

Looking at the ancient and elegant small buildings, Mo Baiou exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, this place should be where the participants in the Hundred Cities Battle rest temporarily."

Following Mo Baiou's words, Mo Honglian's eyes showed a hint of reflection.

The other dozens of cultivators also recovered from their initial excitement at seeing the First Main City, dispersing to choose their own small buildings.

"Ching"

A faint sword hum sounded, Feng Caichen, carrying a long sword, his bright eyes flashing with excitement, as if he had thought of something upon seeing these small buildings.

Ye Wuxue noticed that most of the young strong individuals he had noticed on the white stone platform were still present, but there were also some new, mysterious and powerful faces.

In the southeast, there were three people, the leader wearing a black martial robe, with a unique aura, standing out like a crane among chickens, his aura deep and vast, emitting a coldness like a thousand-year-old ice.

In the southwest, there were three people, each dressed differently, but their auras were surprisingly consistent, standing together in perfect harmony, yet giving off an extremely dangerous feeling.

On the east side, there were three large, fat people, each like a mountain of flesh, weighing at least three hundred pounds, smiling innocently, seemingly harmless.

On the west side, there were three pale-faced women, their paleness seemingly innate, not due to a lack of blood, their auras like floating, their breathing shallow, but their bodies extremely alluring.

...

Surveying the area, Ye Wuxue felt increasingly curious. He glanced at Feng Caichen, who was carrying a long sword, and then nodded to the others, choosing a small building at random and dashing towards it.

Sima Ao followed closely behind Ye Wuxue, choosing a small building to the left, adjacent to another.

The remaining four women also chose connected small buildings, so they could support each other and quickly respond to any incidents.

There were many empty small buildings, over a hundred, enough for everyone to stay temporarily.

The interior of the small buildings was extremely simple, with a round table, two chairs, and a wooden bed, nothing more.

Ye Wuxue sat on the wooden bed, first activating his Holy Dao Battle Qi to enter a state of meditation. After two hours of quiet practice, he opened his eyes.

The storage ring on his right hand flashed, and a scroll appeared in his right hand, the one he had taken from Zhou Hu in the Yuan Yang Hall, still glowing faintly.

"Yellow-grade lower-class ultimate technique, Red Cover Four Yang Technique."

The storage ring flashed again, and another item was taken out by Ye Wuxue, held in his left hand, which was also a scroll.

"Yellow-grade lower-class ultimate technique, Moon Deficiency Treasure Mirror."

Taking a deep breath, holding a scroll in each hand, Ye Wuxue suppressed his excitement, recalling the last words Ji Yuanyang had said to him by the elemental crystal stream.