Inside the grand hall, the elder's eyes were like swords. They were sharp and undefeatable.
If this was any other time, Ling Xian would stare straight at the elder. But right now, he was playing the role of a servant.
Therefore, he lowered his head and pretended to be scared.
"Alright, stop pretending."
The elder shook his head and chuckled, "A monster who surpassed the undefeatable realm is a servant. Who would believe that?"
Hearing this, Ling Xian frowned. He didn't think the elder would be able to see through his capabilities. But after thinking about it, he understood.
The elder was unpredictable and was at least of the eighth level. It was reasonable for him to see that Ling Xian surpassed the undefeatable realm.
Ling Xian raised his head and stopped pretending.
"That's right. Though you are a human, as long as you don't cause trouble, I will not hurt you."
The elder smiled and shifted his gaze towards Little Purple. He exclaimed, "A spiritual medicine. This is a good seed."
Hearing this, Little Purple smiled awkwardly and no longer imitated the Keeper of Land and Sea.
Ling Xian stopped pretending.
He stared at the elder, "Since you saw through me, then I will tell you why I am here."
"Speak. As long as it's not too much, we can negotiate." The elder smiled.
"I want the Soil of Breath." Ling Xian's expression was serious.
"The Soil of Breath …"
The elder was silent, "The Temple of the Heavenly Earth Temple does have it and I have the right to give it to you."
"If there are no surprises, then there is a but." Ling Xian softly smiled and sighed in relief.
Whether there is a but or not, as long as the Temple has the Soil of Breath, then it is worth celebrating. At least he has a clear goal.
"Smart."
"I do not need to explain the value of the Soil of Breath. Everyone who knows knows."
"If I remember correctly, the Temple of the Heavenly Earth Temple only has three grains of Soil of Breath left. Every single grain is extremely valuable."
"It is not an exaggeration to say that even the upper management of the Temple cannot acquire it, let alone give it to an outsider."
The elder faintly smiled. What he was implying was that there was no way he would give it to Ling Xian.
"The Soil of Breath truly is a heavenly treasure. It is not an exaggeration to call it priceless."
Ling Xian stared at the elder and said, "But to the Hall of the Heavenly Earth, it is dispensable. I can provide what the Hall of the Heavenly Earth needs."
"That makes sense."
The elder softly nodded, "But, my condition is very difficult. Are you sure you want to hear it?" "Senior, please speak." Ling Xian smiled. As long as the elder was willing to state his condition, then there was room for discussion.
"I want her to do me a favor, or rather, do something for the Divine Earth Temple." The old man looked at Little Purple.
"Hmm?"
Ling Xian frowned, "Can you first explain what it is?"
"Every thousand years, the Divine Earth Temple and the Celestial Temple will have a competition. The winner will get 70% of the resources in the Western Region, while the loser will only get 30%."
"There are no age or seniority requirements in the martial arts competition, but the participants can only be cultivators of the seventh realm, and they can only send one person. In other words, the winner will be decided in one battle."
"The Divine Earth Palace has already lost two matches in a row. This time, no matter what, we cannot lose again."
The elder softly sighed, "And this time, it's not just for the resources, it's also for the slot."
"That spot?"
Ling Xian frowned and revealed a questioning look.
However, he didn't get a response.
The old man looked at Little Purple kindly, "Your original form is a spiritual medicine. You are naturally stronger than normal spiritual kind. You are the most suitable person to fight."
Hearing this, Little Purple looked at Ling Xian, asking for his opinion.
The old man also looked at Ling Xian, "If you agree, I will give you a Soil of Breath."
"Spiritual medicines are indeed stronger than normal spiritual kind. But, is there no one from the Divine Earth Temple stronger than Little Purple?"
Ling Xian didn't agree right away. This was about Little Purple, so he naturally couldn't make decisions for her for his own selfish desires.
"No."
The old man softly sighed, "The man in white who led you here is the strongest cultivator of the seventh realm. But, he is not as strong as Little Purple."
Hearing this, Ling Xian softly nodded, agreeing.
Though the man in white only exchanged one move with Little Purple, he could tell that even if the man tried his best, he was no opponent of Little Purple's.
"One more question. Will this battle be life-threatening?" Ling Xian frowned.
"No. It's always been a fight where it's not fatal." The old man said seriously.
"If that's the case, then I can consider it."
Ling Xian's eyebrows relaxed. He looked at Little Purple and smiled, "You decide your own business. Don't worry about me."
"I know."
Little Purple smiled and said to the old man, "If I accept, will you give us a Soil of Breath?"
"If you win, no problem."
The old man said in a low voice, "If you lose, I will also try my best to persuade the other elders to give you a Soil of Breath."
"Okay, I accept." Little Zi readily agreed without any hesitation.
This warmed Ling Xian's heart. He knew that Little Purple agreed for his sake.
At that moment, he smiled and said, "Thank you."
"No need to be so polite. It's just a fight. It's not life-threatening." Little Purple shook her head.
"If there's an accident along the way, you must ensure her safety." Ling Xian looked at the old man.
"Of course."
The old man smiled and looked at Little Purple lovingly, "Good child, I won't let you suffer. Come, let me teach you a technique from the Temple of the Heavenly Earth."
As he spoke, he pointed between Little Purple's brows and imprinted the technique into her mind.
After a while, the old man retracted his finger and smiled, "This technique is the symbol of the Temple of the Heavenly Earth. It can communicate with the power of the earth. When you use this technique, the Temple of Tianxiang will not question your identity."
Hearing this, Little Purple nodded. There was a hint of joy in her eyes.
It was obvious that this technique was not ordinary.
"The competition is in half a month. Before that, you must first defeat the seventh level Elves from the Temple of the Heavenly Earth."
The old man smiled faintly, "This is not a difficult task for you. After that, I will teach you with all my heart to increase your chances of winning."
As he spoke, his brows glowed, calling for all the seventh level Elves to come here.
Half an hour later, four men and one woman appeared. The man in white was among them.
"Greetings, Elder."
The five of them bowed in unison and then shifted their gaze to Little Purple. Their eyes were flashing with the desire to fight.
The old man had already told them the whole story. Therefore, a man immediately stood up.
"Please enlighten me."
Hearing this, Little Purple did not hold back. She raised her hand and used the Untainted's undefeatable technique that shocked the entire Temple of the Heavenly Earth.
It wasn't the Disorder Conquering Fists, it was the Untainted's other undefeatable technique, the Art of the Rising Sun.
This technique was created by the Untainted when she ascended. It was said that once this technique is used, the mountains and rivers will be silent forever. It has undefeatable power.
However, this technique had a flaw that wasn't really a flaw. It was that only women could learn it. Men could not learn it. If they tried, they would die.
This was also why the Untainted didn't pass down the Art of the Rising Sun.
"What a powerful technique!"
The man's expression changed. He tried his best to defend but could not stop the power of the Rising Sun. After a few moves, he was suppressed.
This made the other four people's expressions heavy. They exchanged glances and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
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