Volume One: A Youth's Entry into the World Chapter 114: Stirring Trouble

Looking down at Yin Tu on the stage, Fang Tian’s eyes revealed not a trace of emotion.

Since Yin Tu chose to harm Xie Qing, Fang Tian would never let it slide.

Though their acquaintance was brief, Fang Tian already regarded Xie Qing as a friend.

Seeing his friend injured, Fang Tian could not remain indifferent. Even if it meant inviting greater trouble, he had to seek justice for Xie Qing.

Moreover, he knew Yin Tu had done this deliberately. If he didn’t teach him a lesson now, who knew if he would continue to harm the people of Qingxi Sect later.

In short, Fang Tian would show no mercy. Whatever wounds Xie Qing had suffered, Fang Tian would return them in full. Regardless of others’ opinions, even if it meant revealing his strength, he must act.

Sheathing his long sword, Fang Tian waited for another challenger. After all, once on the stage, stepping down without a fight would be against the rules.

He was determined to claim the Heavenly-grade Spirit Weapon. He wanted to see what made such a weapon so coveted by many.

A divine weapon—truly tempting.

Fang Tian waited a long while, but no one dared to challenge him. Probably because he won as a sixth-layer cultivator over an eighth-layer one, which was too shocking for others; fear held them back.

Fang Tian was not surprised. From an outsider’s perspective, his all-out attack in that moment was unreasonable.

On the tower above, the official announcer watched the scene with concern. If this continued, the stage where Fang Tian stood would lose all interest.

This was not the original intention of the Spirit Weapon contest.

He glanced back at the elders of the three sects and quietly asked, “Elders, what shall we do? That one called Fang Tian—no one dares challenge him now. If this goes on, I fear...”

The elders exchanged glances.

Then the elder of the Chiyang Sect let out a light chuckle. “Li Wei, what do you suggest?”

What to do? Just let it be!

Who asked you to cause trouble first? Li Wei silently mocked the Chiyang elder in his mind.

“How should I know? If no one dares to challenge him, just give him the Spirit Weapon.”

That old fellow! Impossible! I have to think of a way!

The Chiyang elder lightly patted his chair. “I didn’t expect your Qingxi Sect disciples to be such hidden talents—quite a few geniuses. How about we send a talented young lady up next? Then the Heavenly-grade Spirit Weapon would all be yours, Yunwu Sect!”

“Not convinced? If you’re not, send someone up. Why waste words here?” Li Wei glanced at him.

He took the bait!

The Chiyang elder chuckled softly. “Since you say I can send someone, then I’ll have my own disciple step forward. You don’t mind, do you?”

No objection! Hmm? Wait.

Li Wei suddenly realized and shouted, “Old man, what do you mean by this?”

“Nothing but the literal meaning.” The Chiyang elder stood and walked to the side, then called to the crowd below, “Pu Mu! Come up! Take this brat down for me!”

Hearing this, Li Wei grew anxious, thinking how shameless this old man was—coming up with such a method.

“Gong Bin, if Fang Tian can’t defeat him, you step up!” Li Wei turned to say.

Gong Bin bowed slightly, seemingly displeased with Chiyang Sect’s shamelessness. “Disciple understands. Since Chiyang Sect is so devious, I will show them a lesson.”

Li Wei nodded slightly.

Meanwhile, Pu Mu, hearing this, became excited. He hadn’t expected to get a chance to strike here—what great news.

He had been itching for a fight, and now with the elder’s approval, he could finally show his true strength.

It was time to let the locals of this remote place see how formidable disciples of great sects truly were.

With a cold smile and clasped fists, he looked at Yin Tu and said, “Junior Brother Yin Tu, I’ll avenge you!”

Yin Tu slowly opened his eyes. Though severely injured, he was not unconscious. Struggling to speak, he warned, “Senior Brother, be careful. That guy isn’t ordinary!”

What a waste! Always raising morale of others while shattering his own prestige—being ambushed by a mere youngster was truly disgraceful.

Pu Mu thought to himself but said nothing.

He believed Yin Tu’s defeat was due only to carelessness.

If he stayed fully focused, he was confident he could defeat that kid, even cripple him.

Then Fang Tian noticed Pu Mu approaching and frowned.

He had heard the earlier conversation but hadn’t expected a grand sect to break the rules by sending their own disciple to this contest. Though fearless inside, such tactics were somewhat low.

At this moment, Fu Xin and the others also felt some worry. They knew that disciples of great sects were far stronger than the cultivators from the Northern Sand Archipelago.

“Fang Tian, are you alright?” Fu Xin asked with concern.

Fang Tian chuckled lightly and waved dismissively.

Though Pu Mu was a ninth-layer cultivator, Fang Tian was not someone to be taken lightly.

After a while, Pu Mu ascended the stage.

Fang Tian gathered his energy and focused. He could tell Pu Mu’s strength was different from those he had fought before. His aura was even more overwhelming than the elder from earlier, comparable to the late Huo Chen.

If that were true, Pu Mu would be equivalent to a first layer Spirit Seed cultivator. As for his strength...

Fang Tian dared not guess recklessly. Only after fighting would he truly know, as this opponent was still largely unknown to him.

Seeing Fang Tian ready and alert, Pu Mu sneered. He thought the boy looked unimpressive. Winning as a sixth-layer over an eighth-layer was just Yin Tu’s underestimation, nothing real.

He was a ninth-layer cultivator—not an ordinary one! Even against Spirit Seed experts, he dared to compete without losing ground, and even defeating them was possible.

He couldn’t imagine Fang Tian surpassing him, as Fang Tian did not even exist in his memory.

Watching Pu Mu’s arrogant expression, Fang Tian’s face remained calm. Since the fight was unavoidable, he would give it his all.

“A disciple from a great sect actually chooses to fight someone like me—a nobody. How generous of you!” Fang Tian mocked lightly.

Pu Mu snorted coldly, thinking this kid was pretty composed. “You’re not bad either. But since I strike first, you won’t get a chance.”

“Is that so? We’ll see.” Fang Tian smiled calmly.

“Hmph, you’re incredibly arrogant!”

“So-so.”

Exchanging glances, their auras flared, stirring a gust of energy.

The two forces collided, neither yielding.

After a moment, the duel began. Fang Tian drew the Cold Feather Sword and charged at Pu Mu.

Pu Mu also activated his spiritual power, engaging Fang Tian.

Sword clashed against palm, sparks flying with tremendous force.

The arena echoed with thunderous sounds as they exchanged blows, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Stepping back, Fang Tian raised his sword and struck a Flying Frost attack at Pu Mu’s palm.

Frost spread over Pu Mu’s hand. Sensing danger, he countered with a shockwave, shattering the ice.

Seeing his attack futile, Fang Tian pressed the offense, probing Pu Mu’s defenses.

Pu Mu sneered and struck the sword with his palm.

The impact surged forth. Fang Tian took the opportunity to retreat, then shifted position with a phantom step.

Pu Mu’s gaze sharpened as he sought a pattern, then struck at the perfect moment.

His strike hit empty air—it connected only with Fang Tian’s afterimage!

Furious, Pu Mu cursed, “Bastard, is running all you know?”

Fang Tian smiled lightly, continuing to shift positions, unwilling to engage directly.

In the next moment, Fang Tian appeared behind Pu Mu, thrusting his sword—an attack certain to land.

Pu Mu’s face remained calm, already anticipating it.

He turned and grabbed Fang Tian’s sword firmly, saying, “Let’s see how you run now!”

Then he slammed his palm into Fang Tian’s chest.

Feeling pain, Fang Tian staggered back repeatedly, blood faintly visible at the corner of his mouth. He braced the sword behind him, planting it firmly into the stage’s stone slab to steady himself.

Sliding to the stage’s edge, he barely stopped in time.

Rising and moving his body, Fang Tian found he was not seriously injured.

He estimated the force was on par with Huo Chen’s strike.

Drawing his sword, Fang Tian gathered his spiritual energy, radiating an unprecedented aura as he charged at Pu Mu.

Pu Mu was shocked inside. He didn’t understand why his palm strike had no effect—he should have crippled Fang Tian.

No time to ponder; Fang Tian’s attack was upon him.

Pu Mu raised his palm, exclaiming sharply, meeting Fang Tian’s sword.

A cracking sound echoed—stone slabs beneath cracked, soon shattering completely!

The collision of their spiritual energies sent debris flying in all directions, forcing the audience below to dodge.

Pu Mu tried to withdraw, but Fang Tian’s strength was so pure and relentless that if he retreated directly, he might be hurt by the residual force.

“Kid, why don’t we stop fighting for a moment? This endless spiritual power clash is dull.”

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