Chapter 766 - 406: Tian Fulai

"A Magical Treasure? Mansion Master, you’re not trying to win my Lifebound Magical Treasure, are you?"

The Supreme Elder was taken aback. For some reason, the Mansion Master seemed to have great faith in this young man named Yang An, so he teased him.

"Of course not, Supreme Elder. Even if you lost your Lifebound Magical Treasure to me, it would be useless in my hands. I’m just looking to raise the stakes for a bit of fun. A regular Magical Treasure will suffice."

The Mansion Master smiled.

"Alright, then I’ll accept your wager, Mansion Master. We’ll stake a Magical Treasure. If I win, I hope you won’t be stingy either."

The Supreme Elder readily agreed, his gaze then returning to the field below. The two of them were high up on the Golden Summit, a great distance from the arena area, but this was no obstacle for them. They could still see everything with perfect clarity.

"This time, there’s truly no way that kid surnamed Yang can win. Elder Meng’s Cultivation Level is already at the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation, but that boy is only at the Late-stage Nascent Soul. The difference in their strength is like night and day. Not to mention, for him to have reached his current Cultivation Level so quickly, his foundation is likely unstable.

Mansion Master, you might as well get the Magical Treasure you’re betting ready."

"You’re right, Supreme Elder. The gap in their Cultivation Levels is vast."

Unexpectedly, the Mansion Master actually agreed with his assessment, which made the Supreme Elder cast a puzzled glance at him.

"Then why are you still betting that the boy will win, Mansion Master?"

"I like youngsters with both talent and drive. You don’t see many like him, haha."

The Mansion Master laughed, though he didn’t reveal his true reason. Truth be told, with Yang An facing a Divinity Transformation Elder, he wasn’t completely confident either. Still, even a loss would be of no great consequence.

Down in the arena, Elder Meng’s appearance on the field caused a massive uproar among the spectators.

Emei Mansion had seventy-two peaks and a total of thirty-six Elders. Among them, Elder Meng was not at the very top, but he was still quite renowned.

It was common knowledge that every Elder had a Cultivation Level of at least the Divinity Transformation Stage. They had all overcome countless Celestial Tribulations to reach their current level. There were no weaklings among the Elders.

’That guy is finally going to get what’s coming to him!’

Having three of their own instantly defeated in a row by Yang An had already incited the crowd’s fury. At this moment, Elder Meng’s appearance was like a ray of hope in their eyes, no different from the arrival of a savior.

In their eyes, even if Yang An could instantly defeat Senior Brother Xu, who was at the Peak of Nascent Soul, he had absolutely no chance of winning against Elder Meng.

Each Celestial Tribulation represented a massive hurdle. The higher the Cultivation Level, the greater the hurdle, and the gap between them was as vast as the one between heaven and earth.

The crowd even began to cheer. It was time for this farce to finally come to an end.

Yang An sized up this Elder Meng who had just entered the field. Although the man’s expression was ferocious and he stared as if he wanted to eat him alive, to be honest, the pressure he felt from this man wasn’t even as great as what he had felt from Chang Wang.

After stepping into the arena, Elder Meng gradually came to a stop, his eyes fixed on Yang An.

"Junior, I will stand right here. In consideration of your decent talent, I will grant you a dignified way out. I’ll let you strike first. I will take one of your blows. If you cannot move me even an inch, then get off this field."

Elder Meng’s voice boomed like thunder, sending deafening echoes across the open space. His presence was overwhelming.

’Arrogant! So arrogant! As expected of an Elder. A Great Power Cultivator is truly on another level!’

The crowd at the edge of the field grew frenzied. Though Elder Meng called it a dignified way out, it only highlighted the immense gap between the two. ’If he can’t even move the Elder an inch, he should just get lost!’

Yang An was also taken aback for a moment, sensing Elder Meng’s overwhelming arrogance, but inwardly, he was delighted.

’This Elder Meng isn’t half bad,’ he thought. ’His proposal will save me a lot of time and effort. What a nice guy.’

Atop the high platform, a faint gasp was suddenly heard.

HSSS—

Chang Wang had already turned his face away, as if unable to bear watching. However, his Divine Sense had invisibly locked onto the two figures in the arena, and he was secretly gloating.

’I have to watch! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for!’

His body might have been putting on an act, but his Divine Sense was brutally honest.

"Since that’s the case, it would be disrespectful of me to refuse."

In the arena, Yang An certainly wasn’t going to stand on ceremony. He lifted his foot and began walking toward Elder Meng.

Under the crowd’s expectant gaze, Yang An took a few slow steps, then abruptly accelerated, rushing right in front of Elder Meng.

His speed was incredible, but Elder Meng was no pushover. He reacted instantly, raising his arms as his body shuddered and sank slightly into the ground. His entire form took on a metallic sheen.

The fact that Yang An could instantly defeat three Nascent Soul cultivators was proof enough that his strength could not be underestimated. Elder Meng had no intention of being careless.

And as it turned out, judging by Yang An’s incredible speed alone, he hadn’t been wrong to be cautious.

’But moving me? Impossible.’

He didn’t have a Magical Treasure, but his own body was comparable to one—perhaps even more indestructible. This was the source of his confidence.

Even another Divinity Transformation cultivator of the same stage would find it difficult to break his defense, let alone a mere Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Come on! I’ll make you see that in the face of true power, your arrogance is worthless!"

As Elder Meng’s words echoed, Yang An had already raised his hand and thrown the simplest of punches.

There were no flashy moves, nothing fancy at all. It was like a punch from a brawling child—simple and direct as it flew toward his opponent.

Seeing this punch, Elder Meng almost wanted to laugh.

It wasn’t just him; even the spectators wanted to laugh.