lling intent, and couldn’t help but pity him.

    "Yi'er, are you alright?" Liu Hao asked, concerned.

    Qin Yi slowly lifted his heavy head, nodding gloomily.

    "Master, let’s recover and return to the sect," Qin Yi said, wiping his tears. His low voice carried a chilling tone.

    "Alright." Liu Hao nodded, forming hand seals to absorb surrounding energy, healing his injuries.

    Qin Yi focused on crazily absorbing the life force and lightning energy from the herb's leaf.

    As he absorbed the life force, he felt his injuries improve significantly. The lightning power within him also gradually strengthened.

    Time passed slowly.

    The sky’s purple lightning sea crackled with energy.

    At the center of a ground formation stood a blood-haired youth and a middle-aged man in green robes. They were Qin Yi and Liu Hao, fully recovered.

    "Master, let’s return to the sect," Qin Yi said. Liu Hao nodded.

    Liu Hao extended his hand, producing a ball of purple lightning. He placed it on a stone pillar, and it dispersed into the pillar.

    "Kid, are you planning to break your promise and run without me?" a blood-gold two-leaf herb ran up and leaped to Qin Yi's hand, climbing up to his neck.

    It formed a blood-gold necklace around Qin Yi’s neck.

    "Whoosh."

    A strong suction from the pillar pulled Qin Yi and Liu Hao into it.

    Moments later, they reappeared before the stone wall.

    "We return to the sect!" Liu Hao said, as they turned into a streak of green lightning, heading towards Cloud Journey Sect.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Defeating the Ice King with One Punch

    Today was the annual competition for the outer disciples of the Cloud Journey Sect. The top three winners would directly enter the inner court and receive special rewards from the sect.

    The surrounding area of the Cloud Journey Sect’s martial arena was packed with people. From afar, it looked like a dense sea of heads, with constant murmurs rising from the crowd.

    "Place your bets quickly! One-to-one odds. Bet on the left for Ice King Ye Xue, or on the right for Guan Po. Place your bets now!" shouted a voice.

    People kept placing their low-grade spirit stones on the betting table. Most of them bet on Ice King Ye Xue.

    "I'll bet on myself! One hundred low-grade spirit stones," Guan Po from the stage threw a bag of spirit stones onto the right side.

    "Ugly freak, do you think you're really that strong? Sister Ye Xue, teach this ugly freak a lesson," a girl in a white dress shouted from below, her face filled with cuteness.

    Although Guan Po wasn't particularly handsome, he definitely wasn't an "ugly freak."

    Hearing the little girl call him an ugly freak, he glared at her, causing her to retreat in fear.

    Ye Xue, seeing t

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