Cold-blooded Undercover Master

Volume 1 Chapter 1253 Draw Lots

Kong Yun felt a warm current running through his throat and through his meridians. In an instant, Kong Yun's skin turned completely dark red. His five internal organs were like a giant furnace that was about to refine Kong Yun.

Kong Yun tried his best to keep his mood calm, observing that the originally dim soul force in his body was becoming more and more condensed. Within Kong Yun's body, the artifact spirit was also vigilant, fearing that something unexpected might happen to Kong Yun.

The surrounding stone walls emitted strands of green smoke. After all, the temperature of the energy emitted from Kong Yun's body was simply too high. Even the Soul Gathering Formation floating on the ground couldn't withstand this blazing heat.

From the outside, the private cultivation room that belonged to Soul Girl was like a huge metal plate that let out a sizzling sound, attracting the attention of many people.

"Hurry up and inform the Hall Master …"

While the crowd was discussing intensely, an old man said openly. This old man was the Third Elder of the Temple, and also the teacher of Soul Yuan. The cultivation room in front of him belonged to Soul Yuan's private cultivation room. He originally wanted to go inside to find out, but considering that Soul Shock might have given Soul Yuan some secret treasure for her to cultivate, he suppressed his impulse.

The few of them nodded and quickly rushed towards the main hall of the temple to inform Hun Zhen of the strange thing that had happened in the Soul Origin Cultivation Room.

Unfortunately, Hun Yuan had just finished registering for Kong Yun to find her father when she happened to run into this matter. Hun Zhen's eyes couldn't help but glance at Hun Yuan, revealing a trace of doubt.

Hun Yuan's face couldn't help blushing when her father stared at her like this.

"It's Kong Yun inside …"

Hun Yuan's voice was as small as a mosquito's, but she could hear it clearly with her soul trembling. She let out a faint smile.

"Tell Third Elder to wait outside Yuan'er's cultivation room. Don't act carelessly."

The few of them accepted the order and left, leaving only Hun Zhen and Hun Yuan in the main hall.

"Yuan'er, tell father, do you have any thoughts about that young man called Kong Yun?" Hun Zhen said with a faint smile as he stroked Hun Yuan's hair with a doting expression.

Hearing this, Hun Yuan felt a sense of shyness surge up her neck, like a ripe apple.

"Father... What are you talking about!"

"Hahaha, my daughter is actually shy … Hahaha …"

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However, Kong Yun didn't know what was happening in the main hall. One day had passed, and Kong Yun hadn't even refined a third of the power of the half-leaf Seven-Colored Soul Flower.

His forehead, back, and even his entire body were drenched in sweat. The pain from his soul force was as if it had been eaten by ten thousand ants. However, Kong Yun could only clench his teeth and persevere. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to stand out in the soul force competition.

Seven days passed, and it was the morning of the temple's soul power competition. Kong Yun still hadn't awakened from his cultivation state. Hun Yuan stood at the door of the cultivation room and clenched her fists tightly, feeling extremely anxious in her heart.

"What should I do … Bad guy Kong Yun … I'll give you half an incense stick of time to come out!" Hun Yuan pointed at the door of the cultivation room and angrily said, She had heard from Third Elder that the temperature in the cultivation room had increased sharply every day for the past seven days. If Third Elder hadn't used some power to restrain the spread of this heat, the entire temple would have become a furnace, but Kong Yun had always been at the center of the furnace. The worry in Hun Yuan's heart was self-evident.

"Young miss, the hall master asked me to ask you to attend the soul power competition with him …"

As Hun Yuan was talking to herself, Third Elder's figure appeared. Seeing Hun Yuan's appearance, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but turn down. As Hun Yuan's teacher, Third Elder understood Hun Yuan the best. He could tell at a glance that Hun Yuan was worried about the people in the cultivation room. Thinking that he had also reached this stage with the disciple he had grown up with, he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Seeing that the Third Elder had bowed, Hun Yuan stared at the door of the cultivation room for a long time before pursing her lips.

"Master, let's go. I'll help him participate in the drawing of lots first … I hope that he can wake up before his competition process and leave a person outside the cultivation room waiting to inform him of the location of the competition …"

Hun Yuan said indifferently. She was a smart girl. She knew that no matter how anxious she was, it was useless. If Kong Yun's seclusion was complete, she would naturally come out. What she had to do was to give Kong Yun as much convenience as possible.

Third Elder nodded without saying anything else.

The Temple Divine Stage was constructed by the first Temple Master in conjunction with dozens of array mages and soul force masters. Its sturdiness was simply difficult to describe in words. Therefore, every time the Temple held a soul force competition, all cultivators would be guided to the Temple Divine Stage. No matter what collision occurred, there would be no breakage at all.

At this moment, there were already a sea of people below the Temple Divine Stage. Everyone wanted to see who would be the leader of this year's Soul Strength Tournament!

"Have you heard? If you win the championship this time, then the prize will be a Soul Immortal Fruit!"

"What is this? I heard that there is still a chance to come into contact with the void. If one's luck goes against the heavens and obtains the approval of the void, then one will be able to ascend to the heavens in one step!"

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"Who do you think will be the leader this time?"

"I feel that Shen Sheng will be the final winner of the Great Hall's disciple. He is the personal disciple of the Hall Master Soul Shock, and his strength has always crushed his peers! He was also the one who won the first place in the last year's Soul Strength Tournament, so I think he is still the most likely to win!"

"Last time, his soul power was only half a step behind Xu Ying's. I heard that he had been in seclusion for more than ten years until today. He came out to defeat Shen Sheng. His strength cannot be underestimated!"

Everyone was discussing their respective leaders in their hearts. Without a doubt, everyone was one of the best in the younger generation of this continent.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet …"

As everyone spoke, two figures, one male and one female, slowly descended from the sky onto the divine platform. It was none other than Hun Zhen and Hun Yuan! Hun Zhen used his own soul force to transmit the sound to everyone's ears, and the surroundings instantly became quiet due to his intimidating power.

"Hall Master Soul Shock's soul force has improved again!"

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but be shocked. There were even some experts of the older generation who felt their hearts thump. They were indeed worthy of being called a temple by chance … Their foundation was simply not something ordinary small powers could compare to.

'"Haha, thank you all for coming to supervise the tournament. It's the same old rule. All Soul Strength cultivators under the age of a thousand on the continent can participate. Those who win the championship will receive the final reward, Soul Immortal Fruit, and the chance to try to make the Void Face recognize their master!"

As Hun Zhen's voice fell, the crowd became clamorous once again. Although they had already learned of this news from many sources, it was still shocking enough for them to say it personally in Hun Zhen's mouth!

For martial artists who cultivate soul power, no matter what realm your soul power has reached, the Soul Immortal Fruit can help you directly increase your cultivation by another level without leaving any instability in your foundation. However, each martial artist can only use the Soul Immortal Fruit once, and the effects of using it the second time will be greatly reduced.

However, the temptation of the Soul Immortal Fruit was insignificant in front of the void. The void was the sacred object in the hearts of martial artists who cultivated soul power on this continent. Even a single glance was enough to satisfy them, let alone the possibility of approaching the void to recognize them as their masters.

"Hall Master Soul Shock! Then how will this competition begin?!"

Under the arena, there were many rogue cultivators who were eager to sign up, as if under the temptation of the void, they had already forgotten the fear in Shen Sheng, Xu Ying, and the others' hearts.

Hun Zhen waved his hand. The excitement of the crowd below the stage was exactly what he wanted to see. Then, a mysterious smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"This year's soul force competition is different from the past. We will no longer set up any checkpoints and will directly use the arena method to compete for true experts!"

The elders who knew about the history of the Temple knew that in the previous rounds of the Soul Strength Tournament held by the Temple, more than half of the martial artists would be eliminated by using some sort of formation mechanism. In the end, there were only a few dozen people left, that is, all the outstanding participants who registered to participate in the tournament, who would compete in the arena to determine the leader. However, this time, the previous process was completely cut down.

Without a doubt, Soul Shock's actions would increase the excitement of the Temple Tournament once again. At the same time, Hun Zhen also took into account the fact that some martial artists with low levels of soul power but rich combat experience hadn't even passed the first round. In this way, it would be the best of both worlds. The only deficiency was that it would lengthen the duration of the temple's soul power competition. However, for a power like the temple, which was as large as a tyrant, these expenses were only a hair's breadth of an inch.

Several martial artists asked Hun Zhen a few more questions about the soul power competition. Hun Zhen also answered them one by one. During this time, Hun Yuan had been standing beside Hun Zhen with a symbolic smile on her face. However, her eyes fluttered, and she still missed the man named Kong Yun in her heart.

'"Since everyone has no other questions, let's start drawing lots. We will divide the divine platform into eight groups at a time. At the same time, life and death will be decided during the competition. Our Temple will not interfere in any situation."

With that, Hun Zhen turned around and left. Everyone looked at the strong figure with a trace of envy, but there was also a dark blue pair of eyes staring at Hun Zhen. Her smile was cold like a hungry wolf. Hun Yuan seemed to feel that something was wrong. Turning around, she immediately shrank her neck and disappeared into the crowd. Hun Yuan did not care.

The drawing of lots officially began. Five disciples of the Temple were in charge. After separating Hun Yuan and Hun Zhen, they went forward and instructed them to leave a number for themselves. However, this number was naturally not for themselves, but for Kong Yun!

"Number sixteen" Hun Yuan held the number handed over by the Temple disciples and couldn't help but frown. According to the sequence, Kong Yun would be able to take his turn in just two rounds!