RNP Page 19
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No wonder it wasn't on the tray.
Hope was ignited in the eyes of many martial arts practitioners.
For ordinary people like them, there's absolutely no chance of winning either the Silver Heavenly Secret Token or the Gold Heavenly Secret Token.
I'm just here to join in the fun.
But the Bronze Heavenly Secret Token is different.
The Heavenly Secret Tokens are found all over the world; whoever obtains one depends entirely on luck.
Most importantly, as long as you take the Bronze Heavenly Secret Token to seek divination, you don't need to spend anything at all.
Recently, everyone has figured out the rules for divination.
To request a divination, one needs not only a Heavenly Secret Token but also to pay a corresponding price.
The cost varies from person to person, and it also varies depending on the questions asked. Simply put, the deeper the questions, the greater the cost.
If you can't afford the price, even with the Heavenly Secret Token, you won't get the desired result.
In this respect, the Bronze Heavenly Secret Token is simply invincible.
There's absolutely no need to worry about the cost.
It can be said that the Bronze Heavenly Secret Token is an opportunity given to all people by the Heavenly Secret Immortal, and everyone has the chance to obtain it.
Well, to be honest, while the Bronze Heavenly Secret Token is the most precious, it is also the most difficult to obtain.
At present, the Heavenly Secrets Tokens for silver and gold are more reliable.
Ye Ruoyi didn't waste any more time and continued:
"Let's decide who gets the Silver Heavenly Secret Token first, and which hero is willing to come and fight in the arena?"
The group of江湖人士 (jianghu figures) present looked at each other, none of them wanting to be the first to stick their necks out.
After all, the first one to act will definitely be attacked by everyone, which is not worth it.
The Marquis of the Underworld was the first to step forward, tucking the Silver Heavenly Secret Token into his robes.
If he can hold out for half an hour, the token will be his.
As Minghou thought this, his evil aura intensified, and a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes.
Yue Ji stood silently beside Ming Hou.
These two have worked together for many years, and just by standing there together, they give people a feeling of perfect harmony.
“Amitabha, this humble monk is Xuan Nan of the Shaolin School of the Great Song Dynasty. Please, both benefactors, lay down your weapons.”
Xuan Nan walked up with a compassionate expression, looking like a highly enlightened monk.
"Without further ado!"
Minghou didn't waste any more words with him and directly swung his greatsword at Xuan Nan.
Xuan Nan immediately unleashed his ultimate technique, "Universe in Sleeves," his sleeves billowing towards Ming Hou like a whirlwind.
Shaolin Kung Fu was extremely powerful, and for a moment it was no less than the heavy sword of the Underworld Marquis.
Seeing that the two were evenly matched, Tsukihime did not hesitate any longer and leaped forward to help.
Xuan Nan's strength was originally on par with Ming Hou's, but with Yue Ji's help, he suddenly faced immense pressure.
Before long, Minghou spotted an opening and tore Xuan Nan's sleeves to shreds.
"Amitabha, the two benefactors are highly skilled in martial arts, this humble monk concedes defeat."
Xuan Nan didn't try to hold on; he simply admitted defeat and left.
Murong Fu, watching all this, thought to himself, "The Marquis of the Underworld and the Moon Princess are ganging up on us. If I bring more people, I can definitely defeat them."
Thinking of this, Murong Fu stepped forward and said loudly:
"This young master and his four retainers have always been of one mind."
"Since the Underworld Lord and Moon Princess are attacking together, don't blame us for ganging up on the few."
The Marquis of the Underworld sneered, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why all this nonsense?"
At this point, Murong Fu no longer cared about saving face. He grabbed his sword and charged forward with his four retainers.
But he clearly overestimated his abilities.
Both Minghou and Yueji have survived countless trials and tribulations. Although their cultivation levels are not top-tier, their practical combat experience is extremely rich.
Before long, Murong Fu and his four retainers were defeated and forced to retreat.
Although Wang Yuyan wanted to help, she had never seen the methods of the Underworld Lord and the Moon Princess before, so she didn't know where to start and could only watch helplessly as Murong Fu and his four retainers were defeated.
Northwest corner of the hall.
Abbess Miejue, holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, sneered:
"I heard that the two great talents of the Song Dynasty, Murong and Qiao Feng, are nothing but empty names."
"The fact that the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty actually regards such a person as a hero shows that it has already declined."
She didn't lower her voice intentionally, and everyone heard her.
Murong Fu and his four retainers immediately felt humiliated and quickly retreated to the side.
Even a group of martial arts figures from the Song Dynasty felt ashamed. How could the esteemed Southern Murong, one of the two prodigies of the Song Dynasty, be so incompetent?
"Who dares to mock the martial arts world of the Great Song Dynasty?"
Just then, a cold and imposing voice rang out.
That single sound carried terrifying power, sending Abbess Miejue flying.
"Master (Master)..."
The Emei disciples panicked and rushed over to help Abbess Miejue, while looking out the window in terror.
A dark shadow loomed over the sixteenth floor-to-ceiling window of the Ascending Heaven Pavilion, completely obscuring the window.
The next moment, everyone saw the true face of the shadowy figure—it turned out to be a large eagle.
At the same time, an old man dressed in a black robe and with a weathered face jumped down from the back of the giant eagle and walked into the hall step by step.
Abbess Miejue barely managed to stand up, gritting her teeth as she asked, "May I ask your esteemed name?"
The old man in black had an arrogant look in his eyes, an imposing aura, and spoke calmly:
"I am Dugu Qiubai."
Upon hearing the old man in black introduce himself, everyone in the hall gasped in shock.
This is a true terrestrial deity!
Moreover, he was a peerless master who had reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal sixty years ago.
As the reputation of the Celestial Immortal spread far and wide, people all over the world already knew the name of this legendary figure.
No one expected that such a legendary hermit would personally come to Snowmoon City and to the Ascending Heaven Pavilion.
Abbess Miejue was both shocked and frightened.
I never expected that a casual remark I made would attract the attention of a terrestrial immortal from the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty.
Even though she usually acts arrogantly in the martial arts world, she doesn't dare to say a word when faced with Dugu Qiubai's terrifying pressure that goes straight to the soul.
Dugu Qiubai originally only wanted to teach Abbess Miejue a lesson, but when his gaze swept over the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand, he was slightly taken aback.
The next moment, the Heaven Sword in Abbess Miejue's hand was snatched away by Dugu Qiubai.
"Where did you get this sword?"
Dugu Qiubai asked in a hoarse voice.
Abbess Miejue dared not be angry and replied in a low voice, "This was passed down from Guo Xiang, the founder of my Emei Sect. It is the most precious treasure of our Emei Sect."
Murong Fu, being extremely astute, immediately stepped forward and said:
"Senior Dugu, the Heaven-Slaying Sword is very famous in the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty."
"The legend in the martial arts world says, 'The supreme martial arts master wields the Dragon-Slaying Saber, commanding the world with absolute obedience. Without the Heaven-Reliant Sword, who can rival him?'"
"This shows that the power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword is no less than that of the Dragon-Slaying Saber."
"Such a divine weapon is worthy of Senior Dugu."
Dugu Qiubai sneered: "You dare to claim you can command the world with just a weapon? You're just as laughable as your 'Southern Murong, Bei Qiaofeng'."
After saying that, he waved his hand and sent the Heaven-Slaying Sword back, planting it in front of Abbess Miejue.
The reason he stared at the Heaven-Slaying Sword was because he felt that the sword was very similar to his own Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed made of the same material, prompting one to marvel at the wonders of the world.
Murong Fu's attempt to flatter backfired, and he could only retreat awkwardly to the side.
At this moment, the most nervous people were Minghou and Yueji.
Dugu Qiubai's aura was so overwhelming that they couldn't breathe just by him standing there.
If such powerful individuals were to vie for the Silver Heavenly Secret Token, they would be utterly powerless to stop them.
Fortunately, Dugu Qiubai seemed to be mindful of his status, or perhaps for other reasons, and did not make a move, which relieved them.
"Is there anyone else who wants to take on the challenge?"
The Marquis of the Underworld surveyed his surroundings and asked with an imposing air.
If he could just hold on for one more minute, he would be able to obtain the Silver Heavenly Secret Token.
The moment Minghou finished speaking, a white-clad swordsman leaped in front of him, his aura even colder than Minghou's.
"Let's sign up," said Minghou, sword in hand.
"The Jianghu of the Ming Dynasty, Ximen Chuixue."
Ximen Chuixue said in an icy tone.
These words immediately caused an uproar in the hall.
This reputation is not something that ordinary people can compare to; in fact, in the last decade, his fame has been even more prominent than that of Yaoyue.