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Under the complex gazes of the entire audience, a mixture of disdain, jealousy, anger, and a hint of awe, Zhang Chulan walked off the stage in a daze.
At this moment, the title of "shameless" was completely welded to him, and could not be pried off.
On the viewing platform, Lu Jin spat out a mouthful of tea. He pointed at the arena, both angry and amused.
"This... what kind of incredible luck did Zhang Huaiyi's grandson have..."
The old master Zhang Zhiwei remained as calm and composed as ever.
But her half-open eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhang Yunyuan, who remained calm throughout, in the corner, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
The first semi-final ended abruptly in a way that no one expected.
The second match that followed brought the atmosphere to another climax.
Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion is facing off against Wang Bing of the Wang family, one of the four great families.
Many people present, especially the younger generation who had participated in previous competitions, did not have a good impression of Wang Bing.
This person, relying on being the great-grandson of Wang Ai, the Ten Elders, acted arrogantly and domineeringly. His brutal defeat of Feng Xingtong made him a target of public criticism and a source of indignation.
Everyone hoped that someone could teach this arrogant guy a lesson.
Zhang Lingyu is undoubtedly the best candidate.
Wang Bing looked at Zhang Lingyu, who was dressed in white and had a cold and aloof demeanor, and revealed the same contemptuous smile on his face as when he faced Feng Xingtong.
"Oh, isn't this the Old Celestial Master's most prized last disciple?"
He said sarcastically, "Unfortunately, you'll never have a chance to obtain the Heavenly Scroll!"
Zhang Lingyu remained silent.
He just stared at him quietly, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a dead man.
"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"
Wang Bing was annoyed by his gaze, snorted coldly, and took the initiative to attack.
He pushed his Spirit Control technique to its limit, and a ferocious evil spirit roared and emerged from behind him, accompanied by a chilling wind, rushing straight at Zhang Lingyu.
However, Zhang Lingyu did not even move an inch.
He simply raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers spread.
A low shout came from his mouth.
"Yin Wu Lei."
Streaks of jet-black lightning, like countless venomous snakes ready to devour their prey, erupted from his palm!
The lightning was not as dazzling and domineering as Yang Wu Lei, but it carried a chilling and terrifying aura that seemed to freeze the soul!
The menacing evil spirit, upon contact with the black lightning, let out an extremely shrill scream. Its massive body was instantly corroded and melted, turning into a wisp of green smoke, as if it had been thrown into a block of concentrated acid and ice!
"what?!"
Wang Bing's smile froze instantly, turning into incredulous horror.
His proud evil spirit was so easily killed in an instant.
Before he could react, Zhang Lingyu's figure had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.
That aloof face still held that calm, unchanging expression.
He raised his hand, and the palm wrapped in black lightning magnified in Wang Bing's fear-distorted pupils.
Wang Bing's body was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and he flew backward like a broken sack, drawing a messy arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.
He struggled to get up, but the chilling, thunderous energy had already penetrated his limbs and bones, leaving him numb and unable to move.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have come to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony..."
"If I want the Heavenly Scroll..."
"I should have told Grandfather to go directly to Lu Jin and ask for it!"
Wang Bing lay on the ground, still roaring angrily.
Zhang Lingyu stepped forward slowly, looking down at him. Her voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable chill.
"I used to think that Zhang Chulan was the most shameless person I had ever met."
"I'm only now realizing that you're even more disgusting than him."
"Both shameless and incompetent!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand again.
The sky was filled with black lightning, like a grand dance of death, which completely engulfed Wang Bing.
"what--!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the entire training ground.
At this moment, everyone who had previously harbored resentment towards Wang Bing felt a surge of heartfelt and exhilarating relief.
Finally, when the lightning dissipated, Wang Bing was already charred black and unrecognizable, and had completely lost consciousness.
The two most outstanding young geniuses of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu, are finally going to face off on the highest stage of the Luotian Grand Ceremony.
Chapter 176 On the Eve of the Finals, the Celestial Master's Sigh
On the eve of the final, the moonlight was as white as frost.
In Zhang Zhiwei's room on the back mountain of the Celestial Master's Mansion, the lights were on, but there was no sound.
A single candle flame flickered gently in the wind, casting long shadows of two people on the wall.
Zhang Lingyu sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, meditating peacefully.
Dressed in white, he appeared even more aloof under the lamplight, like a statue carved from millennia-old jade, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
His aura flowed smoothly and steadily, as if he had merged with the quiet night.
However, beneath that calm exterior lurked a sharp edge about to erupt.
The black arcs of Yin Wu Lei's electricity occasionally flashed across his body, emitting an extremely faint "sizzling" sound, like a lurking venomous snake flicking its tongue.
He was like a peerless weapon about to be unsheathed, its sharpness concealed, yet carrying a chilling aura that made people's hearts tremble.
Tomorrow, he will face off against Zhang Chulan, the "junior brother" who evokes such complex feelings in him.
This name, like a tiny thorn, gently pierced his heart.
He admitted that Zhang Chulan possessed a quality he couldn't quite understand, and Lei Fa also had a rather masculine and upright demeanor.
But so what.
For the glory of his sect, and to prove that he is the strongest among the younger generation of Longhu Mountain, he must win this battle, and he must win it beautifully.
Zhang Zhiwei sat to the side, quietly watching his most prized disciple.
He looked at his aloof and proud profile, his straight spine like a pine tree, and his innate, untainted purity.
He looked at his pale skin, which was made up of years of practicing Yin Five Thunder. Under the lamplight, his skin was almost transparent, as if one could see the cold, yin energy flowing beneath it.
For the first time, a complex and indescribable emotion flashed in those usually calm and still eyes.
But more than anything, it was a deep sense of reluctance and guilt.
He raised this child single-handedly.
From a delicate and beautiful child to a world-renowned young master.
He saw his talent, his hard work, and his persistence.
This unpolished gem is his greatest pride in life.
Normally, he would never want anyone to use any dishonest means to tarnish this precious gem that he cherishes most.
Zhang Zhiwei's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the window.
Outside the window, the night was deep and the outlines of rolling mountains stretched out before me.
He could almost see the young figure leisurely sipping tea in another guest room, seemingly oblivious to everything.
The thought of that name sent a long sigh through Zhang Zhiwei's heart.
That sigh was so heavy it seemed capable of crushing the millennia-old foundation of Longhu Mountain.
Finally, he slowly stood up, his movements as slow as a real, dying old man.
He walked to the corner of the room.
There stood an old-fashioned medicine cabinet, covered with a thin layer of dust, exuding a musty, aged herbal scent.
He reached out his wrinkled hand and rummaged around in the deepest part of the medicine cabinet for a moment.
He took out a small white jade medicine bottle that had been prepared beforehand.
The medicine bottle was icy cold to the touch, as if it reflected his current mood.
He opened the bottle and poured some of the colorless and odorless powder into the teapot that had been prepared for Zhang Lingyu.
His hands trembled slightly at that moment.
The powder dissolved instantly in water, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed.
After doing all this, he gently placed the teapot beside Zhang Lingyu, his voice as gentle as ever, showing no sign of anything amiss.
"Lingyu, have some tea to soothe your throat, don't be so tense."
"Yes, Master."
Zhang Lingyu slowly opened her eyes, her clear, cold eyes shining brightly in the candlelight.
He bowed to Zhang Zhiwei with perfect posture and meticulous attention to detail.
He then picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
He didn't notice anything unusual, only that the tea was clear and sweet, with a faint orchid fragrance.
The tea, as it entered his throat, felt like a clear spring, gently easing the tension in his mind caused by intense concentration.
He closed his eyes again and quickly entered a deeper state of meditation.