Cheng Yuhuan and Liu Wanchang stood outside the cave, watching the two confronting each other.

Liu Wanchang slapped his bald head, took out a bag of purple jade sunflower seeds from his storage bag, and shared some with Cheng Yuhuan. They then started cracking them with interest.

The young man showed his magic tool from his storage bag. It was a blue segmented whip. He looked at Shu Han with disdain and greeted, "Wei Zhiming, Qi Refining twelfth level cultivator, magic tool Blue Jade Bamboo Whip! Please guide me!"

Shu Han then showed his Black Gold Folding Dragon Saber, and replied, "Xu Zimo, Qi Refining twelfth level cultivator, magic tool Black Gold Folding Dragon Saber! Please guide me!"

Cheng Yuhuan, who was watching the fight, glared angrily at Liu Wanchang, "Damn! Old Liu, you're not following the martial ethics, that boy's Bamboo Whip is a top-quality magic tool!"

Liu Wanchang, stroking his bald head, said, "Stop talking nonsense. Any cultivator who can make it to the Purple Sun Heaven List has a top-quality magic tool. I see you have two top-quality magic tools in your pocket, why don't you give them to your disciple?"

Cheng Yuhuan snorted, "Apart from my life-bound magic treasure, I only have these two top-quality magic tools. What will I do if I give them to him?"

"What do you need top-quality magic tools for when you never leave your house? Your old stingy nature hasn't changed. If your disciple performs well, the sect will naturally reward you."

While the two were chatting, Shu Han and Wei Zhiming were already in a heated battle, causing dust to fly around and rocks to crack on Purple Abyss Peak.

Every now and then, a stone would fly over and be immediately blocked by the protective shields of the two chattering men.

Looking at Wei Zhiming's overwhelming whip technique, Liu Wanchang sighed, "My disciple, his whip technique can make it into the top three in the Purple Sun Sect! It's continuous and steady, leaving no loopholes. Look at your disciple, he's already being beaten back step by step. He's going to lose soon."

Cheng Yuhuan said with disdain, "Top three in Purple Sun Sect? Old Liu, you really like to boast. There might not be three people using a whip in the Purple Sun Sect. You think my disciple is about to lose, but I don't think so. Although your disciple's attack is fierce, Zimo not only has enough defense but is also looking for an opportunity to counterattack. Winning won't be so easy!"

"Right, this kid's footwork is strangely fast! Is it the Cloud Sky Step from our Purple Sun Sect?"

Cheng Yuhuan shook his head, "No, the Cloud Sky Step doesn't have the ability to maneuver in such a narrow space. This footwork seems to rely more on physical condition."

Liu Wanchang asked in surprise, "Didn't you secretly teach him this?"

Cheng Yuhuan was speechless, "I would have to fucking know it first!"

"Also, his teleportation speed has surpassed that of a regular Qi Refining cultivator, almost comparable to a beginner Foundation Establishment cultivator," Liu Wanchang slapped his bald head, "I got it! There's something odd about that kid's shoes! Damn it, it's a top-quality magic tool, Old Cheng, you're tricking me. When did you give your disciple such a treasure?"

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Cheng Yuhuan was taken aback, "I would need to fucking have one first!"

Shu Han's evasiveness had evidently exceeded Wei Zhiming's expectations. His continuous whip swings almost tore down the mountains and rocks, yet he still couldn't land a substantial attack on Shu Han.

To Wei Zhiming, it seemed as if Shu Han had eyes all over his body, predicting his every move.

Is this the feeling of fighting a Qi Refining cultivator?

The angrier Wei Zhiming became, the more his anger built up. Unable to suppress it, he thrust his whip into the ground, popped a pill, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his body started to emit a purple aura. He shouted angrily, "Let's see how you dodge this!"

Liu Wanchang said triumphantly, "Oh, he's desperate now, using the Purple Cloud Skyfall Divine Art! Old Cheng, this is the end."

Cheng Yuhuan's face was getting greener, "This kid can use the Purple Cloud Skyfall Divine Art?"

"He can barely use it with the help of the Essesce Extracting Pill, but he will be weak for a month afterward. Should I stop the fight now? This is hurting the harmony between our two houses. If your disciple gets seriously injured, I can't explain it."

However, Cheng Yuhuan waved his hand, "No! This kid has changed a lot since he came back from his trip. I want to see how much he has grown! Let them continue fighting. With you and me here, nothing will go wrong."

Liu Wanchang said, "You're right! Wait, why is this kid also clasping his hands together? Is he also going to use... damn... he's using the Purple Cloud Skyfall Divine Art too!"

Two powerful auras rose on Purple Abyss Peak. Wei Zhiming was shocked to see Shu Han also gathering spiritual power and using the same technique.

"Are you kidding? An Qi Refining cultivator wants to perform this divine technique without the aid of a pill? Impossible, he must be bluffing! Purple Cloud Skyfall, suppress him for me!"

Wei Zhiming pressed down with both palms and in a boom, the illusory purple cloud gathered into the illusion of a small palace, descending above Shu Han's head. In an instant, a tremendous pressure came down, and Shu Han felt indeed suppressed by this spell.

The pressure is tolerable, but the destructive power is lacking!

Shu Han thought if he could use the Triple Rotation Protective Shield, this guy's spell would be like a breeze.

So, he lifted his hands, and the purple cloud above his head also began to take shape. A palace more solid than Wei Zhiming's rose from the ground. The purple palace gradually turned blue, like the Cold Moon Palace described in books, and directly broke through Wei Zhiming's palace.

Forced back by Shu Han's technique, Wei Zhiming had to retreat three steps.

However, Shu Han's Cold Moon Palace immediately suppressed him, the cold air pouring down from above his head, making him shudder uncontrollably.

Liu Wanchang shouted, "What kind of technique is this? Since when does the Purple Cloud Skyfall Divine Art have this form? Old Cheng you..."

Cheng Yuhuan was also stunned, "Don't ask me if I taught this, same as before, I don't know how to do this either!"

"What's going on then? There's a bone-chilling cold!"

"Thousand-year Snow Lotus!"

Cheng Yuhuan suddenly realized, "My disciple absorbed the essence of the Thousand-year Snow Lotus while outside and was thus able to break through. This transformation of the Purple Cloud Skyfall Divine Art must be related to the chill of the Thousand-year Snow Lotus!"

Liu Wanchang touched his bald head, "Your disciple actually had such an encounter! And you said you weren't trying to trick me! Forget it, we concede, no more fighting!"

Cheng Yuhuan laughed heartily, shouting triumphantly, "Zimo! Hold back!"

Shu Han withdrew his technique on command.

Cheng Yuhuan's previously green face immediately beamed with vitality. He patted Liu Wanchang's shoulder and laughed, "Oops. Oops. Old Liu, how can you say I tricked you? You came here on your own to show off. After all these years, you've been provoking me every day, this is karma!"

Liu Wanchang pulled a long face, and shook off Cheng Yuhuan's hand, "Enough! Look at you, gloating! Disgusting!"

Shu Han said from the side, "Uncle Master, about the ranking..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wanchang's face lengthened even more. He glanced at Shu Han, and glared at Cheng Yuhuan, "Old Cheng, are you serious? With his level, he should challenge others directly. Why is he coveting my disciple's rank? It was hard-earned!"

"Didn't you agree to it?"

Liu Wanchang took a deep breath, put on a smile, and draped his arm around Shu Han, "Good nephew, your Uncle Master wants to discuss something with you..."