Don't Cause Trouble Chapter 115: Xuanyin Physique

Scarlet Heart Pills were rare and considered top-grade medicinal pills. Even major sects couldn’t afford to casually hand them out.

The head of the Pill Sect naturally assumed that Ning Qianyao came from an influential background.

"What background? Isn’t she just a disciple of the Qianji Sect? Now she’s competing under the name of the Wuming Sect," said an elder with brown hair.

The matter of Lu Chenhan bringing people to recover on Xuanji Peak had already spread throughout Kunlun, so naturally, someone had looked into Ning Qianyao’s background.

But more than that, the other sect masters were far more interested in Ning Qianyao’s performance on the platform just now.

"The moment that Jian Hu was injured, she immediately started coughing up blood. It really looks like a symbiotic contract," said Wu Yue, the sect master of the Hehuan Sect, thoughtfully. One of the necessary conditions for such a bond is that one party must be non-human.

"You mean... someone snuck a demon in?" The master of the Wuxing Sect didn’t look pleased.

"Let’s wait until the disciples finish this round before dealing with anything," Daoist Fengchen said calmly.

At that moment, on Platform Six, Xu Chengyu and Lu Chenhan were locked in battle. Although there was a gap of one cultivation stage between them, Xu Chengyu was surprisingly managing to withstand Lu Chenhan’s sword aura.

Ye Su glanced once at Ning Qianyao and Jian Hu on the platform, then turned to step down.

From below, You Fushi, who had been standing tall and alert, immediately relaxed and lazily followed beside her.

"Let’s go watch the match on Platform Six," Ye Su said.

For a sword cultivator, aside from sword techniques, sword intent was the most crucial element. Among the younger generation, Lu Chenhan’s sword intent was without a doubt among the best, especially since he had already reached early Nascent Soul stage.

Compared to Lu Chenhan’s ease, Xu Chengyu was clearly struggling. His robes were shredded by sword qi, thin wounds covered his body, and blood seeped through, staining his blue robes.

Xu Chengyu used every technique he could to escape from the crushing pressure of Lu Chenhan’s sword.

His face was pale, and he retreated until his back was against a pillar at the edge of the platform. His ankle had been slashed by Lu Chenhan’s earlier strike, and blood quickly soaked through his boot and pooled at his feet. Every small movement left a bloody footprint on the platform.

Xu Chengyu didn’t even look down. Instead, he went right back in to attack.

"Senior Brother…" Ma Congqiu had already finished his own match. Seeing Xu Chengyu’s condition, his whole body tensed.

He had lost and that was fine. But if his senior brother lost in the first round, it meant he’d have no chance of placing in the top ten.

Why did it have to be Lu Chenhan?

But Xu Chengyu had no such thoughts. He stared into Lu Chenhan’s eyes and could clearly sense that Lu Chenhan didn’t consider him a true opponent at all.

Xu Chengyu’s mind grew calmer. Blood from his wrist dripped down the sword hilt, onto the blade, then slowly to the ground.

"You can still concede," Lu Chenhan said with a lofty tone, as if offering charity.

Xu Chengyu’s face was deathly pale, sweat soaked his temples, but his gaze only grew more determined. "Not a chance."

Lu Chenhan didn’t seem surprised. Some people always believed they could turn the tide.

He gripped his sword, Gu Cang, and in a flash, launched himself toward Xu Chengyu.

This strike surged with overwhelming spiritual power. Even the platform’s barrier trembled faintly from the force. Those watching below could feel the power from where they stood.

This was the strength of the Nascent Soul stage!

Xu Chengyu didn’t dodge. Instead, he gripped his sword tightly and charged straight ahead.

Their blades clashed, emitting a piercing screech of metal against metal.

The impact sent blood from Xu Chengyu’s blade splashing across his own face. He blinked slowly. Though his mind felt frozen, the strength in his arms increased. He actually managed to block Lu Chenhan’s strike.

Lu Chenhan’s blade could go no further. But instead of looking surprised, he smirked faintly, like someone watching a mantis try to stop a chariot.

Lu Chenhan stepped back slightly and loosened his wrist, as if retreating. But the next moment, he launched another full-powered strike toward Xu Chengyu, this time even more ferocious.

Xu Chengyu seemed prepared. He twisted his sword and tried again to block.

"Clang—"

"Crack!"

The moment their blades met, Xu Chengyu’s sword snapped in half.

Before he could react, Lu Chenhan’s sword intent followed up immediately, slashing toward Xu Chengyu’s chest.

Even though Xu Chengyu activated a spiritual shield just in time, it wasn’t enough.

The shield shattered, and the sword intent slammed heavily into his chest, knocking him off the platform.

Xu Chengyu was sent flying through the air, clearly about to crash into the ground.

"Senior Brother!" Ma Congqiu reacted instantly and jumped forward to catch him. But even then, the residual force from the sword intent nearly knocked him back. His arm went numb just from the impact.

Ye Su quickly sent out a talisman, which stuck to Ma Congqiu’s back and prevented them both from crashing to the ground.

"Senior Brother!" Zhou Yun, who had just finished her own match, ran over and knelt beside Xu Chengyu. She pulled out a pill from her qiankun bag and tried to feed it to him.

Lying on the ground, Xu Chengyu turned his head away from her hand and spat out a mouthful of dark blood. He looked at the broken sword still clutched in his hand.

"Senior Brother…" Zhou Yun tried again to give him the pill.

In truth, Xu Chengyu no longer had any strength left. He was only hanging on by sheer will. Before he passed out, he lifted his head and looked up at the figure on the stage.

Lu Chenhan was calmly wiping his sword with a handkerchief, no cleaning spell, no rush. Just a quiet, meticulous act of wiping his blade.

This was the posture of a complete victor.

Ye Su looked down at Xu Chengyu. Even after taking a healing pill, his spiritual energy was in total disarray, completely unlike Jian Hu, who had recovered swiftly after taking the Scarlet Heart Pill.

"I’ll take him back," a voice said.

Xin Shenzi suddenly appeared, lifted Xu Chengyu up in front of everyone, and flew off with his sword.

Ma Congqiu and Zhou Yun were left standing there, at a loss.

"Almost done," Ye Su said, patting both their shoulders. "Just hold on a bit longer."

Soon, the fifteen platform matches were nearly finished.

Cheng Huai’an smiled as he looked at Lian Lian. "Senior Sister, you won again."

Lian Lian put away her formation talismans and crossed her arms. Her beautiful face held a proud expression. "I’ve always been better than you since we were kids."

"Yes," Cheng Huai’an said without the slightest disagreement.

The two of them stepped off the platform together. With her back turned to Cheng Huai’an, Lian Lian’s prideful attitude suddenly faded, and a hint of disappointment appeared in her expression.

Cheng Huai’an had completely lost his chance to enter the Reincarnation Tower.

"They’re finished," said the head of the Wuxing Sect, turning to look at Daoist Fengchen. "Now it’s time to get some answers."

Daoist Fengchen stood at the front of the high platform, looking at someone in the arena.

"Ning, young friend, several sect masters have a few questions for you."

Ning Qianyao was supporting Jian Hu and checking his condition. When she heard Daoist Fengchen speak, she looked a bit confused.

"What do they want to ask me?"

"Who is the person in your arms?" Daoist Fengchen asked.

"His name is Jian Hu," Ning Qianyao answered seriously. Her clear, doe-like eyes looked completely innocent, making anyone who saw her believe she meant no harm.

"That’s not what we’re asking." The Sect Master of the Wuxing Sect said with clear displeasure.

"What kind of demon is he, and where is he from?"

Before Ning Qianyao could explain, the Wuxing Sect Master continued, "Don’t even think about lying to us. You really believe we can’t see the companion contract on both of you?"

What he said made Ning Qianyao panic inside. She looked around and met Lu Chenhan’s eyes for a moment before quickly looking away, as if even one more glance might get him into trouble.

"I… I don’t know what the Sect Master is talking about," Ning Qianyao denied.

The Wuxing Sect Master was about to say more, but Daoist Fengchen raised a hand to stop him.

"Ning, young friend, we’re asking you because we respect you. We wanted to hear the answer from you directly," Daoist Fengchen said in a calm, heavy tone.

"But since you don’t want to say it, then forget it."

Before Ning Qianyao could fully understand what Daoist Fengchen meant, she saw him wave his hand and release a powerful surge of spiritual energy straight at Jian Hu.

Daoist Fengchen was in the late stage of the Grand Ascension realm, just one step away from the final tribulation. His spiritual power struck Jian Hu, and in just a few moments, right in front of everyone, Jian Hu began to change, revealing his true form.

"A nine-tailed fox!" the Wuxing Sect Master exclaimed.

He had thought it was just an ordinary demon who had escaped from the demon realm.

Daoist Fengchen reacted quickly. He immediately brought Ning Qianyao and the fox Jian Hu up to the high platform and set up a barrier. No one outside the platform could see what was happening except the sect masters already on it.

But by then, everyone in the arena had already clearly seen Jian Hu’s true form.

"There’s actually a demon in the sect competition," Mei Chouren said, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. Disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"And it’s just a fox spirit, not even that striking in appearance."

"To think someone actually formed a companion contract with a demon. Ning Qianyao is the first in all these years," Yan Hao said.

"Ever since the demon realm was sealed, no demons have been willing to form contracts with cultivators."

Ye Su listened to the chatter around her. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at a young junior disciple beside her. He was quietly fiddling with a mistflower fang in his hand.

As if sensing her gaze, You Fushi turned his head slightly and looked at her, then said,

"That demon——ugly."

Ye Su: "…"

Even demons judge other demons for being ugly?

She suddenly became curious about what her little junior’s true form looked like.

Inside the barrier.

The Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect, Wu Yue, frowned at the fox lying on the ground.

"One of his tails is half missing. He’s the Nine-Tailed Fox King."

"If the Fox King isn’t in the demon realm, why would he appear in the cultivation world and even form a companion contract with a cultivator?" the Shangque Sect Master asked, clearly puzzled.

"I heard that the demon realm currently has no ruler. All the demon kings are fighting over the position of Demon Lord," the Pill Sect Master, who was more well-informed, said.

"Maybe that’s how the Fox King got badly injured and ended up in the cultivation realm."

Otherwise, a demon king would never show their true form in front of so many people.

"If he’s a demon, then he can’t compete in the sect tournament. And as for you, someone who formed a companion contract with a demon, you have to leave too," the Wuxing Sect Master said bluntly.

Ning Qianyao was stunned by his words. Her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"We didn’t break any rules of the sect tournament. Besides…"

"You signed a companion contract, so is your cultivation level something you achieved through your own training, or did the Demon King help you reach it?" the Sect Master of the Wanfo Sect, Le Ji, suddenly asked.

"I worked hard and cultivated it on my own," Ning Qianyao said, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was filled with grievance.

"If not for the companion contract, Jian Hu wouldn’t have survived. That’s the only reason I…"

The Wuxing Sect Master sneered, clearly not believing a word she said.

Heaven’s laws are more lenient toward demons. Demons tend to cultivate much more easily. If a cultivator forms a companion contract with a demon, the barriers to their future cultivation would be greatly reduced.

Back when the demon realm and the cultivation world still interacted freely, every cultivator envied those lucky enough to form such a contract.

Daoist Fengchen beckoned to Ning Qianyao.

"Come here."

Ning Qianyao quickly walked over, choking with emotion.

"Daoist…"

"Hold out your hand."

Although she didn’t understand, Ning Qianyao did as he said.

A blade of sword energy suddenly emerged from Daoist Fengchen’s fingertip. He drew a shallow cut on her palm, then wiped up some of her blood.

He brought the blood to his nose, sniffed it lightly, then rubbed it between his fingers. Finally, he looked up at Ning Qianyao and said,

"You have the Xuanyin Physique."

"Xuanyin Physique?!"

All the sect masters were visibly shocked especially the Pill Sect Master, whose eyes suddenly lit up.