CHAPTER 256: CHAPTER 207: HAVING MIXED IN TILL TODAY, I FINALLY HAVE SOME STATUS!

"Outwardly, they attack me with the ’Sunrise Saber,’ trying to confuse me."

"Inwardly, it’s one slash after another, but they are infused with foreign internal energy, invading my body as our blades clash!"

Yan Chuan circulated a breath of ’Purple Mist Inner Power’ throughout his body, and he sensed that his originally pure ’Purple Mist Inner Power’ had somehow been infiltrated by threads of foreign internal energy.

The threads were distinct and varied.

Counting carefully, there were as many as thirteen types—

"Fiery, masculine, feminine, icy, ..."

Thirteen types!

All different!

But they all shared a common trait: they couldn’t be expelled, dissolved, subdued, or suppressed, like maggots gnawing at one’s bones, persistent and relentless.

At this moment, these thirteen types of foreign internal energy were steadily eroding Yan Chuan’s pure energy, attempting to bolster themselves.

"What a vicious skill!"

Yan Chuan raised an eyebrow.

He continued to use his sword to suppress Wang Ge but turned his head to look at Yu Jinpeng and the others.

Across from him, Wang Ge saw through Yan Chuan’s actions, realizing that his own hidden techniques had been detected by Yan Chuan, and he also noticed Yan Chuan’s concern. He immediately said, "Palace Master Yan, rest assured, in a martial arts competition, I would never harm anyone’s life. Their four bodies are perfectly fine, with nothing unusual. As for Palace Master Yan, once this match is over, I will definitely help you resolve it."

Clang clang clang!

Wang Ge’s big saber clanged, his face serious: "This skill may be vicious, but I harbor no intention to harm anyone!"

Listening to this, the murderous intent in Yan Chuan’s swordplay slightly receded.

It’s not that he couldn’t handle it!

It’s just that Wang Ge’s skill is too vicious, with thirteen different types of foreign internal energy silently infiltrating the body. If it were Yu Jinpeng, Su Ye, or even a limit-breaking expert entangled and consumed by this, they’d ultimately face certain death. Even with good luck, they’d lose all their inner power and strength just to survive.

Either die!

Or be crippled!

If it’s not vicious, what is?

Fortunately, Wang Ge showed restraint and didn’t harm Yu Jinpeng and others; otherwise, Yan Chuan might have had to get serious for once.

As for himself—

"No need, Brother Wang."

"But this vicious skill is for martial arts practice, not to harm lives. Use it with caution, Brother Wang!"

Yan Chuan declined Wang Ge’s offer of help. He felt the thirteen types of foreign internal energy within him, and with a thought, activated the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill,’ and the surging postnatal first layer’s inner power swept over, making his swordplay even sharper. During this process, the foreign internal energy quickly dissipated like spring rain.

Purple Mist Divine Skill!

This is the Huashan Sect’s top inner strength. Initially, when Linghu Chong was infiltrated by the Seven or Eight types of alien True Qi from the Six Immortals of Peach Valley and Bujie Monk, it was nearly impossible to resolve.

Yue Buqun once said: Had Chong’er practiced even a little, he could have healed himself.

Which shows the remarkable ability of the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ to dissolve foreign True Qi.

Yan Chuan found that circulating the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ was indeed effective, as the thirteen types of foreign internal energy were easily refined away.

"Foreign internal energy?"

"No need for the ’Yijinjing,’ the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ alone is enough to resolve it effortlessly."

Yan Chuan smiled to himself.

He possessed both the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ and the ’Yijinjing,’ with the latter’s ability to resolve foreign internal energy far surpassing the former. With these two divine skills, Wang Ge’s trump card, potent enough to secure victory against other limit-breakers, was no match for Yan Chuan—like a mouse encountering a cat.

"The technique may be strange, but the cultivation technique he practiced at most did not exceed Earth Level, not beyond Xin Level!"

Purple Mist Divine Skill!

Xin Level Five Stars!

This is already the peak divine skill among Earth-level secret scriptures.

Even with opportunities that granted this bizarre internal energy, Wang Ge still couldn’t stand up against Yan Chuan.

"Dissolve! Dissolve! Dissolve!"

Seeing Yan Chuan’s face suffused with purple energy, the thirteen types of foreign internal power within his body were easily refined away.

"Hmm?"

Wang Ge had originally intended to withdraw several times, but Yan Chuan, filled with fighting spirit, had no intention of stopping, causing Wang Ge to frown: "Palace Master Yan, don’t force it. The more foreign internal energy accumulates within, the harder it will be to resolve. Even if I can help resolve it, I’m afraid Palace Master Yan will inevitably lose some power."

Wang Ge only wanted to win, not to offend Yan Chuan.

It’s said that Yan Chuan and the innate master Jiang Bianliu are lifelong friends, and Jiang Bianliu even broke through to the innate level by practicing ’Xingyi Boxing.’ A figure like that, whether considering Yan Chuan’s potential or his connections, Wang Ge did not wish to and dared not offend.

Walking on thin ice!

Being cautious!

That’s Wang Ge!

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"No problem!"

"Continue!"

Yan Chuan noticed Wang Ge’s amicability and responded with a smile, signaling to Wang Ge not to worry: "I have Mysterious Skill, you just fight without concerns."

Yan Chuan also wished to be amicable with others.

On the martial arts stage, he often talked incessantly, which made many opponents dislike him from the bottom of their hearts. The closer their strength was to his, the more they disliked him, the more discomfort they felt.

For instance, last year’s Martial Arts Competition in Guangling City, Yan Chuan offended quite a few.

Fortunately, as times changed, after months of effort and struggle, Yan Chuan had finally achieved a little success. Most opponents, even those like Wang Ge, a young blood who broke the limit under thirty, now faced his ’pointing and nudging’ with warmth and respect, not daring to retaliate, not daring to make a fatal move, even finding it admirable.

Yan Chuan felt a surge of emotion: "To have muddled through to this point, at least I have some status now."

A man’s reputation precedes him!

Now, he commands respect without anger, his fame far-reaching, his strength and martial arts accomplishments widely known and convincing. Opponents like Wang Ge, who have broken blood limits and are extremely powerful, pride of the heavens, face his incessant talking yet remain courteous.

Efforts are eventually rewarded!

Yan Chuan felt pleased!

"This person!"

"Backed by the innate!"

"Can’t afford to offend! Better to endure!"

Wang Ge didn’t know what Yan Chuan was thinking. His thoughts were simple; he just didn’t want to offend Yan Chuan, so he tolerated the chatter.

Younger days, only seeing the glamorous world, led astray by pleasures.

Upon waking from a dream, it seemed just like yesterday when he reflected on the past, surfacing and sinking, time fleeting like a song.

After experiencing early success only to be knocked into the dust by Tu Tiannan and Meng Nan, Wang Ge suddenly realized this, knowing his shame and striving with renewed courage.

Since then, he no longer acted arrogantly, abandoning youthful recklessness.

Wang Ge, steady!

Since Yan Chuan said it was nothing, they continued fighting. Since Yan Chuan loved to preach, he’d let him preach.

Out of respect for Jiang Bianliu, Wang Ge respectfully accompanied him in the match.

Seeing how cooperative Wang Ge was, Yan Chuan was naturally delighted.

Thus.

Everyone was happy!

Like this, they fought for a full four hours, and in the end, Yan Chuan’s sword light blossomed like ten thousand flowers, appearing as the high-level swordsmanship ’Ten Thousand Flowers Swordsmanship’ from the Heng Mountain Swordsmanship—

One sword births ten thousand flowers!

The movement was smooth and continuous!

Completely sealing off Wang Ge’s paths from all directions with a sharp sword edge, forcing Wang Ge to retreat continuously.

Retreat, retreat, retreat!

Until Wang Ge was almost out of the martial arts stage boundary—

Swish!

Yan Chuan suddenly withdrew his sword and loudly declared, "I concede!"

Tai Liu Team!

Lost another round!

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"Yan Chuan!"

"This person is strange!"

In the observation seats, sitting at the front, two people with a northern accent seriously spectated the match and closely observed Yan Chuan. The more they watched, the more puzzled they became; they couldn’t understand him at all!

It’s not that they couldn’t understand why Yan Chuan conceded.

That they understood—

"Yan Chuan conceded to enter the losers’ bracket, to fight two more matches in the revival match."

Ge Ju frowned. He knew Yan Chuan conceded during the main event to fight two more matches, but he couldn’t comprehend: "Does he really have such an addiction to preaching? The ’Jianzhou Grand Competition’ is about qualifying for the ’Cang Mountain Sword Discussion,’ and just for two more matches, two more opportunities to preach, did he deliberately lose the main event for that?"

Ge Ju couldn’t understand, he was greatly shocked, he thought Yan Chuan was insane.

Zou Hong could somewhat understand: "Geniuses often have quirks, perhaps his quirk is ’loving to preach,’ or maybe he just loves to show off."

He laughed to Ge Ju: "If you try to analyze or understand such people with normal thinking, then you’ve lost. Don’t bother thinking about that stuff; observing and evaluating their strength and potential is our real task."

"Indeed!"

Ge Ju laughed, remembering many geniuses he had encountered, while some were normal, quite a few had eccentric personalities.

Yan Chuan’s love for teaching is just another kind of ’eccentricity.’

No big deal.

Ge Ju was simply curious and didn’t probe further, quickly joining Zou Hong to assess Yan Chuan’s strength: "In terms of hard power, Yan Chuan isn’t strong—"

Ge Ju looked down at a compass in his right hand, his left hand calculating, "But his improvement is really fast. In just ten days, this progress is absurd!"

In the Jianzhou Grand Competition so far, Yan Chuan never showed his full strength, mostly sweeping through, even against Wang Zhengyi, showcasing the finesse and mystery of ’Tai Chi Boxing.’ As for his own basic cultivation—

Which grade breaking limit?

Which level postnatal?

It was indiscernible, seldom known by anyone.

But Ge Ju and Zou Hong knew very well—

In the past ten days, using the compass, they’d been monitoring and tracking the strength changes in many Jianzhou prodigies, including Yan Chuan. In terms of progress, Yan Chuan ranked third. Although he was far from the first and second places in terms of progress, he formed a distinct gap with the fourth.

Fast progress.

But ultimately—

"Postnatal First Level."

"Inner Strength Third Level."

"Third Stage of Qi Blood."

"Slightly stronger than an ordinary first-grade breaking limit, but still within the realm of first-grade breaking limit."

"Hard power can only be considered average."

Ge Ju evaluated based on data.

Zou Hong added: "With his progress rate, after the ’Jianzhou Grand Competition,’ and before the ’Cang Mountain Sword Discussion,’ he might reach third-grade breaking limit, postnatal third level."

"In terms of basic strength, third grade, third level can only be considered mid-lower tier."

Ge Ju shook his head.

"But Yan Chuan’s true strength far surpasses his basic strength." Zou Hong felt a headache as he listed Yan Chuan’s martial arts accomplishments shown before and after this ’Jianzhou Grand Competition’: "Five Fists and Five Skills! First Base Sword series with six sword techniques! Second Base Sword series with four sword techniques! Now adding the Third Base Sword, already accumulating two sets: ’Third Base Sword’ and ’Ten Thousand Flowers Swordsmanship’! How many is that? Just a random count, and it’s already five fist techniques, twelve sword techniques."

Zou Hong smiled wryly: "The rating and classification of fist techniques and sword techniques, and Yan Chuan’s accomplishments in these, our observation and evaluation speed completely can’t keep up with the speed at which he showcases and creates them. ’Five Fists and Five Skills’ still hasn’t been graded, and in the ’First Base Sword’ series, we just sorted out the fourth ’Yangwu Swordsmanship,’ but this kid is almost done with the ’Third Base Sword’ series."

Can’t keep up!

Really can’t keep up!

Yan Chuan’s speed in creating and showcasing martial arts was too fast, leaving them overwhelmed. Even seasoned hands like Zou Hong and Ge Ju were exhausted!

Yan Chuan sprinted ahead while they chased behind.

Exhausting, truly exhausting!

"Why not find some other groups of walkers to discuss and plan together?" Zou Hong looked at Ge Ju.

Ge Ju was tempted but hesitated: "If the higher-ups find out, won’t that be bad?"

"What’s the big deal about that!"

"The emperor is far away! Can those people far in Ci State see Jian Province?"

Zou Hong encouraged, "The other fourteen groups must also be having headaches over Yan Chuan! We don’t have to find all of them, just two or three groups, working together, and when we return to Ci State, we’ll all hand in an excellent report and comfortably sit at the top spots, wouldn’t it be wonderful?"

Ge Ju was persuaded: "Brother Zou has wide connections, I’ll follow your lead, Brother Zou!"

The two made a plan.

Looking again at the field, seeing Yan Chuan, they felt a love-hate relationship!

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