Reborn with the Infinite World Panel-Chapter 291 - 216: Cultivation World 6
The duel began, frost sweeping across the arena, Si Lingle’s Qingchu Sword hummed softly, its blade trembling with a cyan cold glow, as spider-web-like ice cracks silently bloomed on the green bricks underfoot.
Jian Lan stood ten zhang away, enveloped in a pale blue Spiritual Mist, the ground beneath her feet condensed with thick ice crystals, even her breath carried a piercing chill.
Two forces collided, the air bursting with the sound of shattering ice crystals.
Si Lingle’s figure was like lightning, the blade not yet reaching but Sword Qi preceding it, three chi of cyan aura carrying a shrill whistle in its path straight towards Jian Lan’s throat.
Where the sword light swept, frosted flowers on the ground exploded radially, forming crystalline traces of condensed Sword Qi.
Jian Lan hurriedly retreated, conjuring three ice walls behind her, which shattered layer by layer like thin paper under the sword aura.
Si Lingle’s onslaught did not cease, as she spun and leaped, the sword shadow split into nine streams, intertwining reality and illusion like cold stars falling to the ground.
Jian Lan clasped her palms together, the surrounding Spiritual Mist suddenly transformed into ice armor, enduring the sword shadow, and used its force to retreat.
Her fingertips traced enigmatic runes, conjuring hundreds of Ice Cones in the skies above the arena, pouring down like a torrential rain.
And hidden more sinisterly was the "Ice Soul Needle," thin as cowhair yet specialized in breaking Protective Gang Qi.
Si Lingle swung her sword in a circular motion, weaving a Sword Net into a phantasmal lotus, shredding the Ice Cones into powder, though her garment’s hem was still marked by several blood traces from the Ice Soul Needle.
Jian Lan summoned her Lifebound Magical Artifact, the "Mystic Ice Fan," which emitted beams of extreme cold light, in whose path even Sword Qi froze like amber.
Si Lingle’s Spiritual Power surged from her Dantian, pushing her Sword Qi to the limit, the Qingchu Sword burst into dazzling green light, cleaving the cold beams into halves.
Jian Lan executed a secret technique, the arena transformed into an ice cavern, Si Lingle’s movements visibly slowed, her eyelashes crusted with ice.
Si Lingle bit her tongue to boost her Divine Sense, merging with her sword into a streak of light, as the Sword Pill also shot forth as a silver beam, causing Jian Lan’s pupils to constrict, triggering the pre-set "Ice Explosion Array," where amidst the all-encompassing ice mist, the shadow of an ice dragon appeared faintly.
In the instant the two forces collided, the Sword Qi pierced through the dragon’s head, reaching Jian Lan’s chest, while Si Lingle’s left arm was also pierced by the ice dragon’s fangs, the dripping blood freezing into beads before hitting the ground.
As the dust cleared, the ice armor on Jian Lan’s chest shattered inch by inch, a thousand swords suspended above her head, Si Lingle’s sword tip halted three inches from her throat, her right arm covered in frost patterns.
Underneath them, the arena had long transformed into a Shura field, interwoven with ice crystals and sword marks, spectators could barely distinguish between remnants of spells and condensed icy Sword Qi.
"Si Lingle from Thousand Layer Peak is victorious."
Si Lingle withdrew the Sword Pill and sword, took out an elixir, and swallowed it.
Watching from the arena, Xi Yanmo’s face was stern.
He hadn’t expected that in just four years, Si Lingle had broken through from Qi Refinement Realm to Foundation Establishment Perfection, surpassing his own cultivation.
His cultivation had only reached Late-stage Foundation Establishment, still some way from Great Perfection.
His quick advancement was due to his master’s sending him to Thunder Pool for cultivation, otherwise, he couldn’t have rapidly ascended from Early-stage Foundation Establishment to Late-stage Foundation Establishment in four years.
He thought his cultivation speed was fast enough, without realizing Si Lingle was even faster!
He wondered whether she forcefully enhanced her cultivation with elixirs or used some secret treasure for cultivation.
No matter the case, Si Lingle is certainly a formidable opponent.
It seems that if he encounters Si Lingle again, he must use his full strength against her.
It would be best to befriend her, and if possible, use her connection to gain favor with the ancestors, who might then reconfirm support for the family.
Si Lingle exited the arena and went back to Thousand Layer Peak to recover.
In about an hour, Si Lingle’s injuries thoroughly healed.
After recovering, Si Lingle continued to meditate and cultivate, the next day she proceeded to her second duel.
Her opponent was the third disciple of the Peak Master of Array One Peak, Pan Hong, whose cultivation was at Late-stage Foundation Establishment, a Fourth-rank Array Master.
As the duel began, Pan Hong released twenty Array Flags from his sleeve.
Si Lingle’s figure turned into an afterimage, as the sword technique unfolded, sword aura cascaded like a downpour.
Pan Hong clasped his palms, nine turtle shell patterned light screens rose from the ground, forming the Turtle Shell Defense Array, consisting of nine layers.
Suddenly, the third layer of light screens rippled, Si Lingle condensed half her Sword Qi into threads as thin as hair, infiltrating along the Array Patterns, corroding them.
Pan Hong smirked, weaving incantations, the penetrated array suddenly distorted into a mirror, reflecting Sword Qi to the sky.
Array Patterns linked into chains, binding Si Lingle’s sword-wielding right wrist. But as the blade turned, the phantasmal lotus bloomed, chains snapping inch by inch.
Si Lingle moved one step, pinched a tactic with one hand, casting a series of Thunder Magic.
