Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter 74 Just Kidding

"Ah! You're crazy!" Upon seeing this, Hu Xiangzhen disregarded all pretense of civility and screamed in terror.

She didn't want Wu Hongfei to also cultivate physical techniques; if she were restrained by Fa Yuan's magical artifact, she would truly face certain death.

Fa Yuan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he said, "This humble monk said that I would spare no expense to deliver you from suffering!"

After saying this, Fa Yuan began to pound his chest repeatedly.

Seeing that Fa Yuan was clearly trying to take everyone down with him, Hu Xiangzhen was terrified and immediately shouted without thinking, "I surrender!"

While Hu Xiangzhen's words were still echoing in everyone's ears,

Fa Yuan suddenly stopped pounding his chest. Instead, he rubbed his chest, a grotesque smile spreading across his contorted face. "Heh heh, everyone heard it, this woman surrendered herself!"

As he finished speaking, Fa Yuan's bones cracked again, and he instantly reverted to his original form, the bronze mirror returning to his hand.

After putting it away, Fa Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Having lost too much vital essence, Fa Yuan was now extremely weak, his face frighteningly pale.

Seeing Fa Yuan like this, Hu Xiangzhen realized she had been tricked.

Fa Yuan hadn't intended to fight to the death at all; he was just bluffing.

"You dare lie to me?" Hu Xiangzhen shouted, both angry and anxious. She knew that once she conceded, Tianjian Mountain had already lost.

Although Fa Yuan's face was deathly pale, he was unusually excited, looking at Hu Xiangzhen and laughing, "This humble monk was just bluffing you. What can you do to me?"

Seeing Fa Yuan's smug and self-satisfied attitude, Hu Xiangzhen wanted nothing more than to strangle him.

Gritting her teeth, she completely disregarded her image as a charming woman, making strange noises from her throat due to her anger.

Lin Haoming was quite impressed with Fa Yuan this time; he could actually do something like this.

Now, Fa Yuan definitely wouldn't fight Qiao Chun anymore. This final match would be between Fa Kong and Qiao Chun to see who was stronger.

As one of the five inner disciples of the Blood Refining Sect, Qiao Chun's strength was undoubtedly formidable.

In fact, Qiao Chun had no real background. Lin Haoming estimated that his true strength was probably only below Xie Ruolan and Kong Yuanliang, and not necessarily inferior to Wu Hongfei.

At this moment, Fa Kong and Qiao Chun also came out, clearly understanding the significance of this final battle.

The top-grade spirit stone was located in the fire crocodile's lair, not far from the lava lake. Of course, the fire crocodiles had been driven away, and the top-grade spirit stone remained there, waiting to be dug up.

The final outcome would be decided between the Blood Refining Sect and the Vajra Temple, but Hu Xiangzhen did not leave.

In fact, during the fighting, disciples from various sects had been arriving, with the Heavenly Sword Mountain sect having the most, now exceeding sixty people. The Blood Refining Sect and the Vajra Temple combined only had slightly over fifty. It wasn't impossible for the Heavenly Sword Mountain sect to back out, making the situation extremely delicate.

Especially since Wu Hongfei and Fayuan were heavily weakened, while Hu Xiangzhen remained unharmed, it would be difficult to handle if Fakong and Qiao Chun were also weakened, should Hu Xiangzhen forcibly seize the prize.

Perhaps sensing this situation, Fakong and Qiao Chun didn't immediately attack. After bowing to Qiao Chun, Fakong glanced towards Tianjian Mountain before speaking, "Benefactor Qiao, our strengths are roughly equal. We'll be teleported away soon, and if our fight drags on too long before a result is achieved, it would be a waste of time!"

"Fakong, please speak your opinion!" Qiao Chun understood Fakong's true meaning and silently nodded.

Hu Xiangzhen clenched his fist beneath his sleeve as he watched their actions.

"How about this, let's have a literary contest for the last match!" Fakong suggested.

"How about a literary contest?" Qiao Chun asked.

“We’ll each inscribe three different competition scenarios onto jade slips, then put them in our storage bags. The disciples of Tianjian Mountain will then draw them; whatever they draw, that’s what we’ll compete in!” Fakong explained in detail.

Qiao Chun, hearing this, thought it was quite fair. He then considered it and asked, “Are you planning a single-elimination match, or a best-of-three?”

“Time is short, so a single-elimination match is natural!” Fakong replied.

“Alright, I agree!” Qiao Chun thought about it and, seeing no apparent trap, agreed.

After agreeing, the two didn’t hesitate. They each took out three jade slips and inscribed their three preferred competition scenarios onto them. Qiao Chun then took out an empty storage bag, tossed the three jade slips inside, and tossed it to Fakong.

Fakong caught it, then tossed his own jade slip inside, finally throwing it to a cultivator at the ninth level of the Qi Refining stage from Tianjian Mountain.

The man was caught off guard when Fakong tossed him the storage bag. He was flustered upon receiving it, looking at Hu Xiangzhen as if pleading for her instructions.

At this moment, Fakong spoke first: "You, choose one at random!"

The Tianjian Mountain cultivator hesitated, still looking at Hu Xiangzhen.

Hu Xiangzhen knew the young man was waiting for her command, so she deliberately nodded. The man then casually took out a jade slip from the bag.

Fakong glanced at it, a flicker of hesitation crossing his eyes, because the jade slip wasn't his.

Fakong was disappointed, while Qiao Chun was somewhat pleased. She looked at the man directly and said, "Tell me!"

"Compare the strength of divine sense!" the man said, his voice trembling slightly.

Although his voice trembled, everyone present understood perfectly.

Fakong pondered for a moment and asked, "How about we have a contest to see who can control their magical artifact the furthest with their divine sense?"

"That suits me perfectly! Who among you will take out a magical artifact?" Qiao Chun said to his disciples.

Lin Haoming then patted his storage bag, and an extremely ordinary flying sword flew to Qiao Chun.

Seeing that it was a magical artifact from Lin Haoming, Fakong didn't seem particularly interested. However, no one noticed that as Lin Haoming took out the flying sword, another item also appeared in his hand.

Qiao Chun glanced at it, then seemingly casually tossed the flying sword, which immediately shot off into the distance.

Everyone watched as the flying sword flew a hundred zhang, then another thirty zhang, before skimming the ground and returning to Qiao Chun.

Generally, a Qi Refining Stage Great Perfection cultivator's divine sense could only control a distance of about a hundred zhang. Qiao Chun's ability to exceed that distance by more than thirty zhang was definitely a testament to the strength of his divine sense.

Qiao Chun was quite satisfied with his performance. After the flying sword returned to his hand, he casually tossed it to Fa Kong.

Fa Kong checked the distance, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then pointed at the flying sword. Immediately, another flying sword flew off in the same direction. More fresh content from the novel *The Scoundrel of the Demonic Sect* will be available on the official WeChat platform, along with a 100% chance to win a prize! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign in the upper right corner, click "Add Friends," search for the official account "qdread," and follow it. Hurry!