# Chapter 758: Martial Venerable's Disciple, Beigong Lan
"The Death Zen Sect has truly gone all out to seize a Realm Son position. Aren't they afraid of losing the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya?" Gai Tianjiao said coldly.
Xue Wuye smiled. "The Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya is the Death Zen Ancestor's Buddhist robe. It's only lent to Jialuo Gu for one night, allowing him to compete for the Realm Son position. As long as the Death Zen Ancestor is willing, he can retrieve the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya in an instant."
"Unless the Liangyi Sect's Taiyi Ancestor takes action, who can contend with the Death Zen Ancestor in a battle of dharma? Besides, given Taiyi Ancestor's status, he wouldn't strike at a junior over a mere Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya. If he could take it, that would be a good thing, adding another supreme treasure to the Liangyi Sect. But if he couldn't... wouldn't Taiyi Ancestor and the Liangyi Sect lose all face?"
Gai Tianjiao clenched her fists tightly, flames surging from her eyes. "Truly well-prepared. I knew it—we never should have let them participate in the Sword Discussion Assembly from the very start."
Without relying on external objects, Gai Tianjiao had absolute confidence that with her Innate Extreme Yang Body, she could sweep away all opponents below the Half-Saint level.
The Innate Extreme Yang Body represented an extreme within the same realm, claiming invincibility in physical strength.
But Jialuo Gu, wearing the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya, displayed power that had already surpassed the Fish-Dragon realm level. Even if Gai Tianjiao fought him, she had no chance of victory.
Gai Tianjiao, Ouyang Huan, Xue Wuye, Chi Wansui... although each had some ultimate techniques hidden away, overall, their strengths were roughly equal, with no significant gap.
If Gai Tianjiao had no chance against Jialuo Gu, then the others would have absolutely no chance either.
At this moment, the few people seated in the Realm Son seats also remained silent, beginning to contemplate whether they should take the initiative to strike later.
They had to admit, the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya on Jialuo Gu's body made them quite wary.
Within the Scroll World, Jialuo Gu shattered the Nine Transformations Blood Dragon Formation with overwhelming force and struck a palm toward Feng Chengyu.
Feng Chengyu swung his sacred staff, instantly setting up three more formations.
"Boom!"
Against Jialuo Gu's palm imprint, the three formations were like three layers of paper, pierced through in an instant. Feng Chengyu spat blood and flew down from the Book Mountain.
Fortunately, Feng Chengyu had protective treasures on him that neutralized most of the force from Jialuo Gu's strike. Otherwise, his body would likely have turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"Amitabha!"
Jialuo Gu pressed his palms together, bowed slightly toward the direction below the Book Mountain, revealing a kind smile, then continued ascending toward the summit.
"Bald donkey, this rat lord will fight you!"
Shou Shu charged forward, extending a demonic claw, and began battling Jialuo Gu.
Even Shou Shu could only block seventeen of Jialuo Gu's moves before being struck by a palm imprint and severely injured.
However, Shou Shu's physical body was quite resilient. He immediately fled down the Book Mountain, escaping disaster. If he had been even a step slower, he would likely have been crippled by Jialuo Gu.
"Quite fast at running away." Jialuo Gu smiled disdainfully.
Bu Qianfan witnessed this scene, his expression turning quite grave. "Shou Shu could only block seventeen of his moves. If I face him, even using all my trump cards, I'll definitely lose within twenty moves. Jialuo Gu's own strength may not be much greater than mine, but wearing the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya, he's invincible below the Half-Saint level."
Those young cultivators who had earlier advocated for letting Jialuo Gu and the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince participate in the Realm Son Banquet were now completely dumbfounded, filled with regret.
Just one Jialuo Gu had consecutively severely injured two top experts qualified to compete for the Realm Son position, and he had won cleanly and decisively, seemingly without using his full strength.
If Jialuo Gu used his full strength, who could be his opponent?
From another direction, the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince laughed loudly: "Time to end this!"
"Boom, boom."
He struck five consecutive palms, and with each palm, Ao Xinyan spat a mouthful of blood.
When he struck the fifth palm, Ao Xinyan's delicate body flew up, her mind shaking as she fainted, then heavily fell back onto the Seventy-Third King Seat.
"Third Prince, you're too slow!" Jialuo Gu laughed.
The Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince clasped his hands behind his back as he walked out of the Scroll World, smiling slightly: "This prince doesn't like to be harsh with beauties. After all, beauties must be savored slowly to bring out the flavor. Haha!"
Suddenly, the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince's gaze sharpened, sensing a dangerous aura.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a cyan sword qi, like a cyan rainbow, shot straight toward the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince's brow.
The Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince's figure flickered as he quickly dashed to the left, but his cheek was still cut open by the sword qi, leaving a bloody gash.
The Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince extended a finger, touched the bloody wound on his cheek, put it in his mouth, and licked it. His gaze turned extremely cold, his pupils becoming blood-red as he looked upward.
Beigong Lan stood up from the Second Prince Seat, walked to the top of the steps, holding a cyan ancient sword, appearing elegant and ethereal, her temperament otherworldly. "Central Domain Sacred Academy, Beigong Lan."
"You are the first to break through my defense and make me bleed."
The Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince let out a sinister laugh, surged upward, and extended a palm toward Beigong Lan's neck.
"Chi."
His five fingers were completely wrapped in blood qi, growing five one-foot-long nails. The nails shimmered with metallic luster, like five blades embedded in his finger bones.
Beigong Lan remained calm in the face of danger, appearing quite composed. She swung the cyan ancient sword, executing sword techniques, unleashing dozens of sword qis in succession, forcing the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince back.
"Chi chi."
Three more bloody gashes appeared on the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince's body—on his neck, wrist, and chest—all places not covered by his armor.
Beigong Lan withdrew her sword, standing straight, revealing perfect curves. "Your strength is nothing special. What's there to be arrogant about?"
Seeing Beigong Lan repel the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince again, all the cultivators erupted in excitement.
"Senior Sister Beigong is finally making her move. Let's see how those heretics from the Undying Blood Clan and Death Zen Sect can still be arrogant!" a Sacred Disciple from the Central Domain Sacred Academy said with great excitement.
"Beigong Lan is the Martial Venerable's disciple, the number one expert of the Central Domain Sacred Academy. The secret manual she cultivates is one of the six great strange books of the Kunlun Realm. She has already been appointed as the Young Venerable of the Martial Market Academy."
"The Martial Venerable's disciple is truly formidable. With her strength, she can definitely secure a Realm Son position. Worthy of being the proud daughter of heaven from the Beigong Clan."
Huang Yanchen sat in the First King Seat, closest to Beigong Lan, and thus could most keenly feel the powerful sword qi emanating from her.
She seemed to have only casually thrust out a single sword, yet it contained a suffocating force that could overturn heaven and earth, reversing the cosmos, forcing the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince to retreat.
"This is a true proud daughter of heaven."
Suddenly, Huang Yanchen's brow furrowed. She sensed something and looked toward Zhang Ruochen, who was healing himself. She noticed that the aura on Zhang Ruochen's body was somewhat off—it was actually... actually growing stronger.
Hadn't he been severely injured? How could he be getting stronger instead?
Zhang Ruochen was indeed heavily wounded, but he discovered that because of his earlier severe injury, he had unexpectedly turned misfortune into fortune. He had broken through the fifth sacred meridian, the "Chongling Sacred Meridian," advancing to the Fish-Dragon Eighth Transformation.
From this point on, all five sacred meridians throughout his body had been fully opened, achieving complete integration. The circulation of sacred qi throughout his body became incredibly smooth, and his cultivation base had directly doubled.
Zhang Ruochen healed his wounds while consolidating his newly broken-through realm, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of breakthrough, his entire being in a state of excitement.
At this moment, everyone's attention was fixed on Beigong Lan and the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince. Therefore, aside from Huang Yanchen, who cared most about Zhang Ruochen, no one else noticed the change in him.
The Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince grinned, his eyes locked onto Beigong Lan. "There's actually an expert of your level below the Half-Saint realm. This prince is truly surprised. That sword of yours should be the seventh-ranked Qingwen Sword, right?"
The "Hundred Pattern Sacred Artifacts List" and the "Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifacts List" were compiled by the imperial court.
As for the "Hundred Pattern Sacred Artifacts List," it was compiled by the Book Sect. It did not include all the hundred-pattern sacred artifacts in the world, only recording one hundred and sixty-eight pieces.
Every hundred-pattern sacred artifact on the "Hundred Pattern Sacred Artifacts List" was a powerful battle weapon, capable of unleashing power at the thousand-pattern sacred artifact level.
The higher the ranking, the greater the power.
Beigong Lan's Qingwen Sword was ranked seventh, more powerful than some thousand-pattern sacred artifacts.
"So much nonsense—is it interesting?" Beigong Lan said.
"Such personality. This prince likes it very much. Since your strength is so great, this prince will have to show some real skill."
The Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince spread his arms, and immediately, the blood armor on his body surged with wisps of crimson blood qi, covering his entire body.
Within the blood qi, countless human figures appeared.
Each figure emitted an extremely powerful aura, letting out piercing and mournful cries that spread across heaven and earth, turning the sacred Book Mountain into a blood-red Shura hell.
"Damn it!"
Shengshu Cainü's expression darkened as she recognized the blood armor on the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince, feeling quite uneasy.
The aura emanating from the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince grew stronger and stronger, quickly reaching a height that Fish-Dragon realm cultivators could only look up to—actually surpassing Jialuo Gu, who wore the Ten Thousand Treasures Kasaya, by a bit.
Beigong Lan's pupils continuously dilated, a look of shock appearing on her face. She immediately activated her technique, pouring all her sacred qi continuously into the Qingwen Sword.
"Sword Two."
Beigong Lan executed the fourth level of Sword Two, her slender body merging with the Qingwen Sword as she took the initiative to strike, transforming into a cyan light shuttle that charged toward that mass of blood qi.
Within the blood qi, the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince was completely wrapped in blood armor. He let out a long roar, threw a punch, and with overwhelming force, sent Beigong Lan flying.
"Boom!"
Beigong Lan's body crashed into the steps of the Book Mountain, causing the mountain to shake violently.
Everyone's hearts trembled as they looked over. Beigong Lan's face was as pale as paper, her white martial robe completely stained with blood, blood continuously flowing from her lips—she was barely breathing.