Chapter 75: Jun Wushuang vs. Ji Qingchen

“How long do you think that country bumpkin can last?”

“The Black-and-White Millstone is an exceedingly rare spiritual vessel, able to draw a person’s essence, energy, and spirit into it, grind them down and reshape them anew. Even a powerhouse at the Divine Sea Realm can only endure for a short while. He’s barely at the Myriad Phases Realm, and this is his first time entering. My wager is he won’t last ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes? That’s generous. I say he’ll be gravely injured and defeated in less than three.”

Tens of thousands of students formed a dense crowd, leaving no room for even water to seep through.

All of them were witnesses to the wager between Jun Wushuang and Dongfang Li.

Now, they stared coldly at the great hall, fervently hoping for Jun Wushuang’s defeat.

When had the Royal Martial Academy ever been so humiliated?

A country bumpkin ought to be kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

We’re waiting for you to lose and take your own life!

The moment Jun Wushuang stepped into the hall, he felt his soul leaving his body.

In the next instant, he found himself in a peculiar spiritual space.

His body appeared somewhat insubstantial, not quite real—because it was the manifestation of his essence, energy, and spirit.

If he had already opened his Sea of Consciousness and awakened his spiritual power, he would have possessed a fully formed spiritual body.

Thunder rumbled.

A colossal millstone hung above his head.

Black above, white below, it rotated slowly.

A strange suction emanated from it, seemingly intent on drawing Jun Wushuang’s very being into it and grinding him to dust.

This was the Black-and-White Millstone.

It could obliterate spiritual power and strip away impurities.

If one could withstand its grinding, their spirit would become purer—like refined steel.

With a flash, the essence, energy, and spirit of Jun Wushuang’s opponent, Ji Qingchen, also coalesced into form.

The two faced each other across the void, their gazes clashing midair, murderous intent palpable.

“Jun Wushuang, your comeback truly surprised me. I shouldn’t have shown mercy that day and spared your dog life—then my father wouldn’t be dead.”

In front of Jun Wushuang, Ji Qingchen dropped all pretense, revealing her venomous true face.

She glared coldly at him, her beautiful eyes brimming with undisguised killing intent.

She had calculated everything except for Jun Wushuang’s resurgence.

If only she had killed him outright in the Ji family’s dungeon that day.

The Jun family would have long since been devoured, and the Ji family would still stand.

A moment’s carelessness had brought endless disaster.

Ji Qingchen swore never to give Jun Wushuang another chance.

“Ji Qingchen, is there anything you can do besides relying on men?” he said coldly, gazing at the woman he once loved most.

The pain in Jun Wushuang’s heart was unbearable.

“In Jiangning City, you leaned on me to seize the Dragon Sparrow Emperor Physique. In the imperial capital, you clung to Nangong Lei. Now you obey Dongfang Li’s every word.”

“You truly are a servant with three masters!”

Jun Wushuang’s voice was icy.

He hated himself for being blind in the past, unable to see Ji Qingchen’s snake-like heart.

But Heaven had opened its eyes, allowing him to awaken memories of his previous life.

Now, returned from the ashes, he swore to cut Ji Qingchen down.

With a roar, Jun Wushuang wasted no more words and struck without hesitation.

He shot forward, charging straight at Ji Qingchen.

Though the Ji Qingchen before him was but a manifestation of her essence, energy, and spirit, destroying it would deal a devastating blow to her soul—she might be left a simpleton.

“Jun Wushuang, you’re too arrogant. You’ve already fallen into the Young Lord Dongfang’s trap. Today, I’ll personally send you to hell!”

Ji Qingchen’s face was frosty, her gaze at Jun Wushuang as cold as if she were looking at a corpse.

Dongfang Li had calculated everything, and long ago prepared a trump card for Ji Qingchen.

In a flash, Ji Qingchen’s aura surged, erupting like a volcano, shaking heaven and earth.

“The Young Lord bestowed upon me a Sea-Cleaving Elixir. I’ve just taken it. Now, I’m breaking through to the Divine Sea Realm. What do you have to fight me with?”

She looked down on Jun Wushuang from above, just as she always had.

Under the power of the Sea-Cleaving Elixir, Ji Qingchen soon opened her Sea of Consciousness, condensed spiritual patterns, and broke through to the first level of the Divine Sea Realm.

Her ethereal spiritual form quickly solidified into a true spiritual body.

Within this spiritual space, the power of a spiritual body vastly outstripped that of mere essence, energy, and spirit.

“Spiritual Martial Art: Dragon Sparrows Cry in Unison!”

No sooner had she broken through than Ji Qingchen unleashed her spiritual martial art, clearly prepared in advance.

A phantom dragon sparrow soared from her back, letting out a terrifying cry.

A wave of spiritual shock, like a rain of arrows, shot toward Jun Wushuang, intent on turning him into a pincushion.

“Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art!”

A fierce glint flickered in Jun Wushuang’s eyes.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art could devour all things.

A dark force of consumption erupted from within him, swallowing the spiritual shock in its entirety.

“Impossible! You haven’t even opened your Sea of Consciousness. How can you withstand my spiritual martial art?”

Ji Qingchen’s beautiful face twisted in disbelief.

This outcome was far beyond her expectations.

She had thought that, by unleashing her spiritual art, she would utterly crush Jun Wushuang and destroy him with ease.

But Jun Wushuang closed the distance in a flash.

Ji Qingchen retreated swiftly, trying to evade him.

But it was already too late.

Smack!

A powerful, lightning-fast slap landed hard.

Ji Qingchen was sent flying.

Though she was only a spiritual body here, not her true self, the blow still rattled her spirit, causing it to distort and blur.

“Jun Wushuang, how dare you strike me?”

Ji Qingchen seethed with rage, the dragon sparrow phantom lunging at him with fierce intent.

Once, in the Ji family’s dungeon, Jun Wushuang was as lowly as an ant, crippled easily by the dragon sparrow’s shadow.

But now, Jun Wushuang had the power to avenge himself.

“Bull Demon Mighty Fist!”

Jun Wushuang struck out with his essence, energy, and spirit. Though not as powerful as true spiritual strength, this punch rampaged like an ancient bull demon.

The dragon sparrow phantom was no match; it was blasted apart in an instant.

Jun Wushuang closed in on Ji Qingchen again.

Smack!

“This slap is for my blindness in the past.”

Smack!

“This one, for the Dragon King Physique I lost.”

Smack!

“And this, for my father and the Jun family.”

Jun Wushuang was domineering, striking left and right, delivering slap after slap.

Ji Qingchen’s spiritual body reeled under the assault, growing ever more insubstantial.

Though Jun Wushuang had not broken through to the Divine Sea Realm, his essence, energy, and spirit were formidable.

For Ji Qingchen to challenge him here was no different from courting death.

With a crash, Ji Qingchen was sent flying, her spiritual body twisting, on the verge of collapse.

“Jun Wushuang, you wretch! How dare you slap my face? I swear, I’ll tear you to pieces and leave you without a grave!”

Ji Qingchen’s eyes blazed with fury, her voice shrill with venom.

Though she was only a spiritual body here, she could not endure being slapped so thoroughly by Jun Wushuang.

It wounded not only her spirit, but her pride—deeply.

How could a man she once trampled underfoot possibly rise again?

“Jun Wushuang, I want you dead!”

Ji Qingchen’s spiritual power erupted; a special spiritual mark shot into the Black-and-White Millstone.

In that instant, the millstone was brought under control and descended upon Jun Wushuang with crushing force.

In a heartbeat, Jun Wushuang was thrust into a life-and-death crisis!