Night had just fallen. Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on his bed, mobilizing the Mystic Cyan Cultivation Method around his body over and over again. He did this to stabilize his Lv 9 Qi Refining Realm. He was thinking: had I simply left in the day, and Senior Sister Luo not pulled me back, maybe, just maybe, two of us might not meet again... Sudden footsteps resounded from the outside. Xiao Chen knew who it was even without using his Divine Sense. He left his bed lightly, pushed open the door and went out. He cupped his fists. "I wonder why Master has visited me so late in the night?" Liu Yunzheng smiled lightly and entered the house with him. After some time, he pressed down on the back of his hand and said, "Han Chen, you have been with the Teal Jade Sect for almost a month. Tell me, how have your Senior Sister Liu and Senior Brother Gu treated you these days?" Xiao Chen wondered if it was that daytime matter. Did he see something wrong in his

Liu Yunzheng frowned deeply and thought to himself that Ye Wuhen was such accomplished cultivator, it was impossible he could not play such an ordinary zither. What was Han Chen up to? Liu Fenghuang knew all about the uniqueness of the zither. She placed her lips close to her father's ears with a grin. "Don't worry, Dad. We are in for a great show." Liu Yunzheng was still rather puzzled, staring closely at Ye Wuhen. He saw Ye Wuhen placed the zither horizontally about his chest. His fingertips pluck at the A Major string but no sound emerged. Everyone gasped in surprise. Was it really like what the Teal Jade Sect lad had said? That no one else could play this zither? Ye Wuhen's face color changed. He gave the E Major string another pluck, but still no sound emitted. Xiao Chen smiled lightly. "Well? Does Senior Brother Ye believe my words now?" Zhang Qinglian's face looked horribly grim. Yu Wenji looked at Xiao Chen meaningfully

Time passed very quickly. Three days were soon over. Early morning, as the first rays from the sun shone into the imperial palace, the entire palace resounded with gong and drum strikes. Musical instruments were played. Led by two contingents, each with a thousand soldiers, even noblemen and court officials got out of their sedans to see the warriors off by foot. The venue of the Immortals League Competition was not the palace, but 9 kilometers away east, at a place named the Wind Floating Platform. When the wind and the clouds rose, ten thousand heroes would acknowledge allegiance! At the Wind Floating Platform laid out of green stone, 64 flags fluttered noisily in the air. There were many colors: red, blue, green and indigo. Each bore a green dragon, white tiger, red sparrow, black tortoise or other totem. The Qing State sects were already waiting. On the high platforms sat the Qing State ambassador on one side, and the Zhou

Ouyang Yu also frowned. He frowned not because Xiao Chen had condensed an Immortal's Sword which could ward off the cold frost, but because he felt from the bottom of his heart that his opponent was better than he was, although he did not like to admit it. His sword whizzed through the air, aiming between his opponent's brows. Xiao Chen leapt back several meters and flicked the Immortal's Sword in his hand upward, warding off the stroke. The Immortal's Sword he had condensed out using his Mystic Cyan Skills could not last long. He needed to defeat his opponent quickly. Ouyang Yu drew back Cold Frost and realized that a flying sword assault was of no use. He turned and made a sword gesture with his left hand. With his right, he brought his sword forward to stab. Suddenly, he was flicking and lifting the blade. Although his sword strokes seemed frantic, it had its own set of rules. Almost immediately, he blocked off Xiao Chen's escape routes at both sides.

The third day's competition would be the most tense. On this day, storm clouds congregated in the sky. It was almost as if the dark clouds were oppressing the city, trying to shatter it. This round determined who the final victor of the Immortals League Competition would be. It decided the master of the Spiritual Meridian. Due to their defeat the day before, Yu Wenji and the rest wore a solemn expression. They all went to the Wind Floating Platform to await the day's first duel. Right now, the most powerful competitor from the Zhou State was Ye Wuhen, at the first stages of the Core Forming Realm. Only Xiao Chen was left from the Teal Jade Sect. The better fighters from the Qing State, however, had not yet competed. The Zhou State's predicament was not optimistic. As the Sword Qi soared into the air, two human figures shifted and went up the platform. The Zhou State sent out Xiao Chen. Qian Yeli would have fought for the Qing State, but the