Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Warning

Even the Taoist Tianming felt enlightened today, so imagine how the audience felt.

It was like a divine revelation.

They had never imagined the relationship between cultivators and spiritual treasures could be so complex. Some treated their spiritual treasures like ancestors, others like wives.

Different relationships dictated different fighting styles.

Most cultivators and spiritual treasures were like brothers and friends, sharing hardships and joys.

But these two on stage were practically committed to living and dying with their spiritual treasures.

“You dare to hit my grandfather?”

“You dare to hit my wife?”

The two spiritual treasures fought with such passion that these two cultivators, furious, rolled up their sleeves and joined the fray. For a moment, the magical powers on the field were so intense that the scene was dazzling.

“Are you afraid the spiritual treasures will get beaten, yet you let them on the field? Are they just trying to scam me?” Jiang Li was speechless.

Complaints aside, the two on stage, while somewhat comical, were genuinely powerful. They were merely ordinary Jindan-stage cultivators, but when combined with their spiritual treasures, they could unleash a power far beyond their true capabilities.

“The Wei family disciple’s spear lashed out like a dragon, flashing with cold light. Unwilling to be outdone, the Luban sect disciple teamed up with his puppet to unleash a yin-yang attack, colliding with the spear. The Wei family disciple, exhausted, was sent flying, spear and body alike!”

“The Luban sect disciple wins!”

The Wei family disciple clutched his spear and wailed, “Master Spear, I’m so sorry for you. I’ve wronged you.”

His wrenching cries brought tears to everyone who heard them and heartbroken everyone who listened.

“Next up!” Ji Zhi signaled to the officials below.

With the Wei family and Luban sect disciples throwing down the gauntlet, the Jindan stage battles became noticeably more exciting, even more spectacular than the Foundation Establishment stage.

Seeing someone feel they can’t defeat a spiritual treasure, the audience simply accepted the spiritual treasure as their master, directing the other cultivators’ battles.

Some wealthy cultivators would unleash dozens of spiritual treasures upon entering the arena, creating a battle equivalent to the attacks of dozens of Jindan cultivators, quickly defeating their opponents.

This was a loophole in the rules, and Ji Zhi quickly instituted a new rule limiting the number of spiritual treasures allowed to enter the arena. While the outcome of this match would count, the cultivator’s tactics could not be used in the next.

The audience realized that this tactic could be used in real combat, catching the opponent by surprise with remarkable effectiveness.

Jindan-stage battles also highlighted the power of spiritual treasures, and some were already considering the relationship they should maintain with them.

“Now begins the Nascent Soul group competition,”

Tianming Daoist read out the list of players. “The first battle is between Wang Meng of the Mad Blade Sect of the Wu Dynasty and the independent cultivator Bai Tu.”

“I believe everyone has heard of Wang Meng. He possesses the Mad Dragon Sword Technique and the Blood Surge Savagery Art. In his middle Jindan stage, he defeated a peak Jindan cultivator. He’s unruly and possesses a passion for swordsmanship. Even after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he’s still unarmed. Can he truly make a big splash?”

“Independent cultivator Bai Tu, I know nothing about him. I wonder what surprises this mysterious independent cultivator can bring us. Let’s wait and see.”

Several of the Tribulation-Duan stage cultivators transformed their appearances, suppressing their realms. No one present, save Jiang Li, could recognize them.

Bai Hongtu has changed his appearance, but he is still handsome and elegant, like a young and wealthy young man from a noble family, in sharp contrast to the burly Wang Meng.

Wang Meng was dissatisfied when he heard someone in the audience comparing him to the pretty boy opposite him.

“Daoist friend, I will not hold back, be careful!”

“Whatever you say.” Bai Hongtu smiled and didn’t care.

Wang Meng activated the Blood Surge and Brutality Technique, his blood boiled, his skin burned red, wisps of white gas emerged from his body, and he held a broadsword in his hand, invincible.

“Hah-“

“As you can see, white mist is generated outside Wang Meng’s body, which means that he has evaporated the water in his blood, making the blood as viscous as pulp, which is better for transporting spiritual energy. This is the unique blood flow method of the Blood Surge and Brutality Technique. Fellow cultivators, please do not imitate it.” Tianming Taoist gave a friendly reminder.

“Wang Meng’s sword strike is powerful. He is now in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but even a peak Nascent

Soul cultivator would find it difficult to withstand this sword strike.” “Logically speaking, Wang Meng is not strong enough to swing this sword. Even if the broad sword creature intends to help Wang Meng, it should not have such an effect. It seems that there is another secret on the broad sword.”

“Wait, please pay attention to the fine lines on the blade of the broad sword. This is a kind of contract.” Taoist Tianming noticed the difference in the broad sword. The audience below the stage was not as good as they could see, so they did not notice such small details, so he continued to explain.

“It should be a blood contract. The two parties who sign a blood contract live and die together. Although there are risks, it can also enhance combat effectiveness. It is a common method of taming beasts. I didn’t expect contestant Wang Meng to find a different way and use it on spiritual treasures.”

“I wonder how contestant Bai Tu, who is also in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, will respond.”

“Contestant Bai Tu made a move. He stepped on Yin and Yang, and pinched the Bagua starting posture with his hands. His clothes shook, his center of gravity was like mercury, and he was full of strength, just like a big elixir!”

“The broad sword came, and contestant Bai Tu used exquisite steps to dodge sideways, his palm raised to the sky, and knocked contestant Wang Meng’s chin down.”

“This is the Dao Sect’s four-two-pound move to achieve a great effect! It is the Dao Sect’s secret of defeating the strong with the weak! No, that’s not right. This is an improved version, more exquisite than the original!”

“It’s hard to believe a Nascent Soul cultivator could perform such a technique,” said the Taoist Tianming, overcome with emotion. “But the facts are before us, and I have to believe it! This is genius! Contestant Bai Tu is a genius!”

Wang Meng spat out a mouthful of sticky blood and smeared it on the blade. Wang Meng visibly weakened, but in return, the broadsword grew stronger.

A fierce gleam shone from the broadsword’s blade, adding an extra layer of ferocity.

He swung the blade again, slashing at Bai Tu.

“This is a blood sacrifice, and should be considered unorthodox. But since Contestant Wang Meng is using his own blood to enhance his sword intent, he is following the right path.”

“Please understand the magic path correctly. The magic path is a philosophy, not a specific cultivation technique. Don’t dismiss all blood sacrifices. Blood sacrifice, when used with good intentions, can be of great use, as Contestant Wang Meng has done.”

“Contestant Wang Meng’s strike transcends the realm of the Nascent Soul. No one at the Nascent Soul stage can stop it!” declared the Taoist Tianming.

Bai Hongtu smiled and touched a spot on the blade, and Wang Meng slashed uncontrollably elsewhere. Wang Meng refused to be outdone, swinging his sword repeatedly, a move that would have made even a Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivator sweat, and he was not sure if he could handle it.

Bai Hongtu remained calm, unleashing a series of ingenious moves, easily defeating Wang Meng.

He consistently employed the strength of a mid-Nascent Soul stage, neither more nor less, mastering it to its fullest potential.

“While Wang Meng possesses immense strength, he lacks flexibility and skill. This is a drawback of allowing the water vapor in his blood to evaporate. I hope Wang Meng will take note of this and continue to strive for improvement,” Tianming Daoist offered his usual post-match commentary. Many defeated cultivators heeded his advice and began to improve.

“Bai Tu’s performance was absolutely flawless; even I couldn’t find any fault. However, his frivolous attitude shows he’s not a grounded cultivator. I hope he can correct this flaw,” Tianming Daoist remarked condescendingly.

The Tianji Tower cultivates a technique called “Controlling the Heavenly Secrets.” Mastery of this technique allows one to foresee fortune and misfortune.

For unknown reasons, Tianming Daoist’s technique began to sound an alarm.

Unable to pinpoint the cause, he suspected a glitch in his own cultivation. He examined himself, circulating the Qi meridians, but still couldn’t pinpoint the problem.

“Strange.”

“Haha, you’re so frivolous, aren’t you?” The white map contestant sneered and jumped off the stage.

(End of this chapter)