Volume One: A Youth Enters the World Chapter One Hundred Thirteen: Celestial-Grade Spirit Artifact

After lying down for a while, Fang Tian sat up and called out to Elder Tian.

“Elder Tian, why did the Spirit Stone Stele test today no longer show each person’s realm?”

“Xiao Tian, that Spirit Stone Stele tests comprehensive potential. The higher the number, the greater the height one can achieve in the future.”

“Uh, but mine is much lower than theirs?”

“You are different from ordinary people, and you started cultivating quite late, so your potential appears somewhat low. However, because you possess a spiritual body, that Spirit Stone Stele test isn’t reliable for you.”

“Oh, I see. Maybe it’s precisely because I’m a spiritual body that I could freely alter the numbers.”

“Yes, that’s why I told you to circulate your spiritual energy back then,” Elder Tian replied.

Fang Tian asked a few simple questions, then sat on the bed and began to cultivate. He still wasn’t clear about what was to be done tomorrow. When he returned, he sought out Sect Leader Fuxin for details, but even the latter was unaware of what tomorrow’s agenda entailed.

Helpless, Fang Tian decided to wait until tomorrow to find out.

Time passed quietly. The next day, only those who had passed the qualifications gathered downstairs. Those who failed were told by Fuxin to stay in their rooms and wait patiently. After the Hundred Islands Assembly concluded, they would return to Qingmu Island with the newly appointed sect leader.

Though unwilling, the unqualified had no choice but to obey and remain at the inn.

The group proceeded to the testing ground from the previous day. Many had already arrived, but the number had sharply declined, leaving the venue somewhat empty. Although a crowd watched, it was nothing compared to yesterday.

Atop the tower, the elders of the three sect factions had taken their places. The official in charge of announcements looked down at the crowd and said, “First of all, congratulations! Those of you who passed the test now qualify to enter the sect for cultivation.”

“Today’s selection will not continue. To reward you for passing, the elders have decided that each will contribute a Heavenly-grade spiritual artifact to celebrate your joining the sect.”

“Of course, these Heavenly-grade artifacts are not simply gifted. You must compete to win them. Strength will determine the recipient. Now, I will explain the competition rules.”

“The matches are held on the arena stages. Anyone who wins three consecutive rounds may choose to rest or continue fighting. Anyone who endures to the end will receive a Heavenly-grade spiritual artifact.”

“I believe you’ve noticed the three circular platforms before you. The ultimate victor on each platform will be awarded a Heavenly-grade spiritual artifact. Those confident in their strength, please step forward.”

The moment the announcement ended, the crowd erupted. They did not expect such an arrangement today—it was truly a pleasant surprise.

At that moment, Xie Qing beside Fang Tian’s side had wide eyes. He couldn’t believe it and said, “Brother, did you hear that? Heavenly-grade spiritual artifacts!”

Fang Tian glanced at him calmly. “Xie Qing, don’t get excited.”

“How can I not be excited? I’ve never seen one before!” Xie Qing exclaimed.

“Alright, it’s still uncertain if you can even hold your ground on the arena. Don’t be so eager.”

Xie Qing’s excitement somewhat subsided, as if understanding something. “Right, my strength might not quite be enough.”

“Good that you understand. Let’s just watch for now,” Fang Tian said with a light smile.

After a while, some people had already stepped onto the arena, staring fiercely at those below, as if daring anyone to come up.

Some considered it and decided they should at least give it a try.

Shortly, three more people climbed onto the platform and faced each other, waiting for the signal to start.

The announcer atop the tower looked down and loudly declared, “Arena battle, begin!”

At once, those on the stage launched attacks—striking, dodging, and countering in a lively, heated fight.

The spectators below cheered in excitement, their eyes glued to the arena, unwilling to look away for fear of missing any thrilling moment.

After an indeterminate time, winners emerged from the matches; those remaining on stage awaited further challenges. Winning three matches granted a chance to rest.

Beside Fang Tian, Xie Qing was itching to try. He turned to Fang Tian and said, “Brother, this rare opportunity to spar—do you want to give it a shot?”

Fang Tian shook his head, unwilling to participate.

Although the prize was tempting, he was not very concerned. His goal had already been achieved, making the arena meaningless for him.

Seeing Fang Tian’s refusal, Xie Qing went up alone, eager to try.

Fang Tian was somewhat surprised and thought that Xie Qing’s obsession with Heavenly-grade spiritual artifacts was too intense.

Ever since Fang Tian helped Xie Qing purchase a spiritual artifact, he noticed an inexplicable fixation on such rare treasures, as if Xie Qing wanted to possess all the good things. This was something Fang Tian hadn’t realized before, but he still supported Xie Qing’s decision to compete. After all, striving for something good is understandable.

On the arena, Xie Qing bowed to his opponent and said, “Please teach me!”

The opponent nodded and replied, “Bring it on.”

Both shouted, circulating spiritual energy, and immediately engaged in combat.

Fang Tian watched attentively. He thought Xie Qing would probably win this round, but the challenges ahead would likely become tougher. Perhaps...

His gaze shifted to a distance where he saw Yin Tu, the person who had clashed with them before. Yin Tu seemed to be watching Xie Qing, and one of his companions stood beside him, apparently talking.

Not long after, Xie Qing won his match and smiled joyfully at Fang Tian.

Fang Tian smiled slightly in return, then looked back toward Yin Tu. The latter spoke briefly with his companion before stepping onto the arena.

Surprisingly, Yin Tu went to the same arena where Xie Qing stood.

With a grave expression, Fang Tian approached the arena’s edge and warned Xie Qing, “Be careful of that one. He’s here with ill intent.”

Xie Qing nodded, understanding. After all, they had previously clashed with Yin Tu’s juniors, so this might be a deliberate provocation.

Fang Tian stepped back and noticed a few people nearby exchanging meaningful smiles. They seemed to have noticed something and turned to Fang Tian with cold, mocking looks brimming with provocation.

“Looks like it’s true,” Fang Tian mused silently, fixing his gaze on the arena.

Yin Tu climbed onto the platform, expressionless, seemingly weighing his options.

After returning yesterday, Pu Mu had found him.

They briefly spoke, and Pu Mu disclosed today’s arena battle, instructing Yin Tu to unleash his full strength against anyone from the Qingxi Sect and to be ruthless, citing orders from the elders.

Yin Tu originally wished to avoid trouble, but orders were orders. As a disciple of the subsidiary sect of Chiyang Sect, he dared not disobey the elders. Moreover, Pu Mu seemed eager for him to teach the Qingxi Sect members a harsh lesson.

Taking a deep breath, Yin Tu cleared his mind. At the signal to begin, he surged his spiritual energy and swung a punch with full force at Xie Qing.

From the sidelines, Fang Tian sensed danger and shouted, “Xie Qing, watch out!”

But it was too late. Yin Tu’s speed was too fast. Xie Qing failed to react in time and was struck directly in the chest by the punch.

The force spread through his body. Xie Qing’s throat burned, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out as he flew backward.

Fang Tian’s spirit stirred, and he vanished from his spot.

Just as Xie Qing was about to hit the ground, Fang Tian stretched out both hands and caught him.

Fuxin and the others rushed over, their eyes filled with concern upon seeing Xie Qing injured.

Atop the tower, Li Wei frowned, his gaze meeting the calm eyes of the Chiyang Sect elder, stirring some anger within.

Fang Tian’s eyes turned cold as he looked at Yin Tu on the arena and said sternly, “It was just a spar, yet you struck so hard?”

Yin Tu’s expression remained unchanged as he replied indifferently, “An accidental slip. I didn’t expect him to be so weak.”

Clenching his fists, Fang Tian’s anger flared. He handed the unconscious Xie Qing to Fuxin.

Those around, drawn by the sudden turn of events, fixed their attention on the scene, guessing and wondering what had happened.

Then, they saw a figure, only at the sixth level of spirit gathering, step onto the arena.

“That kid plans to face an eighth-level opponent with just the sixth level?”

“I think he’s suicidal. Even if he wants to show off, it shouldn’t be him going up.”

“Yeah, better to send that genius girl instead.”

“Exactly.”

On Bingling Island, those watching saw Fang Tian ready to act and felt anticipation rising. They knew this seemingly sixth-level cultivator had caused them significant trouble before.

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